SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 2

I woke up with a sore head. My throat was raw and dry. I couldn't see. There was a blindfold over my eyes. Where was I? I tried to move my hands and found them tied behind my back. I couldn't move my legs. They were tied together. I couldn't speak. The ball gag was still in place. I felt myself on a jerky surface. I must be in a truck or a van. I could feel the movement.
"I think the cunt is awake." said a voice, and I received a kick in the side of my ribs. I let out a muffled grunt and struggled with my bonds but they were secure.
"Nice arse he's got there." said another voice.
"Yeah. I going to enjoy fucking it." said the first one.

Who the fuck were these bastards taking me for a ride? Were they rival skinheads from Paisley, or were they from Greenock which were only about twelve miles away. Had they seen Jake, Angus and me in the pub and followed us. Where were Jake and Angus?
The van sounded as if it was slowing down and started taking left and right turns. Eventually it stopped. I could hear a rear door open.
"So this is the bastard the Greenock gangs want us to look after. I hear he thinks he's a right tough cookie. We'll soon find out how tough he is."

I could feel hands grasp me and drag me out of the van and carry me somewhere. After twenty seconds I was dropped on a concrete floor and received several kicks on my balls. Something told me I was intended to have a pleasant time. But who the fuck were these bastards? They mentioned Greenock boys. But it sounded as if these bastards weren't from Greenock. Who were they?

The ropes roundmy wrists being untied. Hands kept a firm hold of them as I felt them being re-tied. them. Someone sat on my back and my ankles were released. Quickly ropes were tied to each ankle. I was then hauled up on to my feet by the ropes. The ropes to my ankles were pulled apart and I stood spread-eagled.
I could feel hands running over my arse, squeezing my tits and rubbing my crotch. My blindfold was removed and I found myself surrounded by ten skinheads. All wore green bomber jackets and army combat trousers

I looked round me. I was in some type of basement about 30 feet (10M) wide and 50 feet (18M) long. There was a wooden ceiling about 10 feet (3M) high, with thick wooden beams. Strong hooks were screwed into the beams. The walls were in stone and there were hooks and rings cemented into them at various heights. Against one wall was a cage, about 3 feet square and 3 feet high. There was a circular opening on the top and another at the side. I had seen these cages before. A guy would kneel inside and his head would be sticking out the top opening. A pipe running from a funnel on the wall would be secured to his mouth and he would be forced to swallow any piss in the funnel. He could also kneel with his head sticking out the side and forced to suck any cock or lick any arse put in front of him. There as also an old fashioned set of stocks as well as tables and benches at various heights.

I stood in the middle of the room, my wrists tied to ropes from an overhead beam and my ankles tied to two heavy steel blocks.
One guy said "It was easy. The cunt was bent over a table, tied and gagged. Couldn't move a fuck'n inch. A quick press of a chloroform cloth and he was asleep in no time."
"Well! We're going to let the bastard know who's the boss now. We're going to fuck him." said a guy who appeared to be the leader, and I felt a finger probing my arse hole. I jerked my body to the side. These bastards weren't going to fuck me without a struggle. Suddenly the guy in front of me brought his knee into my balls and a terrific pain shot through my body. This was followed by a punch to my stomach, then a punch to my jaw, quickly followed by a second punch to the stomach.
"Stand still, cunt. You're our fuck'n prisoner. All orders will be obeyed without questioning. Refusal means fuck'n punishment." he said as I sagged in a daze on my bonds.

I felt something again probing my arse. This time I didn't struggle. I was still partly daze I could feel something cold at my arse hole. It felt like grease. Then someone gripping my hips and a pain shot though my arse as he rammed his cock right in. I didn't bother struggling after that. It was obvious they were all going to fuck me.
It was about an hour and a half before they stopped. I felt fourteen cocks going up my arse. After the last one fucked me a piss stinking sack was pulled over my head and tied at the neck. Next I felt a collar being fitted round my neck. After that my wrists were released and forced behind my back. I felt cold metal as handcuffs were snapped round my wrists. Then my ankles were released from the heavy blocks and I was dragged across the floor. I tried to kick some of my captors and hit something. Seconds later I was kicked in the balls. It probably wasn't a good idea to kick anyone I couldn't see when I'm handcuffed. I was dragged another few yards and pushed onto the floor. As I lay face down I felt the collar round my neck being secured to some chain. As I tried to move I could feel the restriction.
"We'll keep the bastard here for an hour until we eat and then play with him later." said a voice.

About an hour later I was dragged to my feet and my handcuffs removed, but not for long. My wrists were held and I felt heavy leather straps wrap round them and then they shot up in the air. In less than a minute I stood spread out with my chest against a wall. My ankles were pulled apart and I stood knowing that within a few minutes I would have the first of between ten and twenty cocks up my arse.
I wasn't wrong hands gripped my hips and seconds later a cockwas rammed up my arse with force. I let out an involuntary gasp as I was slammed against the wall.

I must have stood for five hours as guys came up to me and fucked me. Sometimes there was a gap of a few minutes, sometimes twenty minutes. All the time I was blindfolded.
At one time I heard guys laughing behind me as someone rubbed my arse and probed my arse hole with his hand.
Eventually I was released and my wrists handcuffed behind my back. I was dragged several yards and thrown on the floor. I could feel the collar round my neck being secured to a wall.
The following morning the sack was removed from my head and I could see again. However the gag remained. I was dragged to a work-bench and forced over. My wrists and ankles were tied and one after another six cocks were rammed up my arse. The guy who was the leader said to me "Every morning I'm going to fist you. I hear you're tough. I want to find out how tough. Take the gag out of his mouth. I want to hear him yell as I go up."

Someone brought over a can of filthy black grease and seconds later I felt a slimy hand starting to work it's way up my arse hole. I gritted my teeth as it worked its way in. I was determined to show them I wasn't scared of this bunch of bastards. I could feel him round my prostate gland. I could also feel myself getting aroused but I tried not to let these arse holes know that. Eventually his hand was withdrawn and I breathed a sigh of relief. Did he say he was going to do this every fuck'n morning? Not if I could help it. I was determined to get out of here. I was then dragged to the wall and tied spread eagle to it. This time with by back to the wall. "Just right for a belt across his balls if he starts shouting." said one skin.
It was then that I was told some facts that partly explained why I was here.

The leader said "Welcome to Clydebank. Some guys in Greenock want you out of the way for a few days. I hear the guys in Paisley are electing a chairman for the skinhead gangs in the area. Apparently there's a bit of a war going on in Paisley and some guys don't want you elected. Some guys in Greenock don't want you elected either and that's why you're here. "Out of sight, out of mind", so they say. You could say you're a prisoner-of-war. Once it's all over and quietened down we will let you go. We're getting paid in kind. The guys who want you out of the way came over here last night and saw you. After that they gave us all a blow job and licked all our arses. They must be really keen to have you out of the way if they were willing to lick every arse. They said we could do what we want with you as long as we don't break any bones."

Who were the bastards who wanted me out of the way? Whoever they are, they are as good as dead. I will break every fuck'n bone in their fuck'n body.

At 7 O'clock in the evening my wrists were handcuffed behind my back and tit clamps gripped my tits. Electrodes were then fitted. Suddenly a pain shot through my tits and I let out a yell. Everyone laughed. I didn't think it was funny.
"OK, Tough Guy. You're going to give Jerry, here, a blow job. If you try anything funny your tits get fried. I was ordered on to my knees and a well-built guy took out his cock. It was huge.
"Now suck it. And remember what I said. Any funny business and your tits get fried."

My tits are normally very sensitive so I didn't argue and dropped on my knees. The guy rammed his cock into my mouth and started to gyrate. Within three minutes I heard him gasping and he took out his cock, wanked it furiously and a load of thick cream shot out and all over my face.
"OK. Next guy." said the leader as an electric shock ran through my tits for ten seconds. I gave out a yell.

"That's just to remind you of my promise."
Another guy stepped forward and rammed his cock into my mouth. I had counted 15 guys in the room. After about an hour and a half I had given everyone blow job. Then I was dragged to a work bench and forced over it for about two hours and guys came up and fucked me. About midnight I was dragged to the cage and forced to kneel with my head through the top opening. My wrists were tied behind my back. A mask was fitted to my mouth. A tube from the mask led to a urinal and within seconds guys were pissing into the urinal and the piss went straight into my mouth. Within 20 minutes I had to piss into my jeans as my bladder filled. I was kept there all night. I would just about fall asleep in my cramped position when a tubeful of piss would run into my mouth almost choking me.

This procedure was to be copied every day. Fisted in the morning after five or six cocks up my arse and at night I gave about ten blow jobs, fucked for two hours and kept in the piss cage for the rest of the night.

By the fifth day (Wednesday) my tits were so tender I begged the leader not to clip them on.
"Get on your knees and give me a blow job, then." he said with a wicked grin.
I was so sore I dropped on my knees right away and opened my mouth. He rammed his huge cock in almost choking me. Grabbing my head he worked his cock in and out like a piston. Three minutes later his breathing became deeper and he withdrew his cock.
"Open your fuck'n mouth." He ordered and seconds later a stream of thick cream shot into my mouth and over my face.
When the juice stopped, he said "Lick all the juice off my cock. I want it nice and clean."
I took his cock in my mouth and at the same time I felt my head getting wet as someone pissed over it and on to my face. At the same time I felt the back of my neck getting wet as someone pissed down my back.

By the seventh day (Friday) I was so exhausted I didn't put up any resistance and there were always about six or seven guys about so escape was almost impossible. There were about 25 guys in the club and they took rotation guarding me. Tonight being Friday, would be the Paisley Federation election. It would be at 10 p.m. Would I be voted in, even though I wasn't there? Or would they choose someone else? Or would they postpone the election until I was seen again? I suspected somebody else would be elected. If that were the case whoever planned my kidnapping would suffer.

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