SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 3

It was two days later, on Sunday afternoon that things came to a head and the truth finally came out. I was lying on the floor with my neck chained to the floor and my ankles wide apart and secured to steel weights. My jacket and jeans were stinking with piss and shit, my tits were so tender I didn't hesitate when one of the bastard told me that morning, to lick his arse or he would fit clamps on my tits. Also, my balls sore with a kicking I had received earlier. I was wondering how much longer I was to be kept here.

In walked Barry, the Feggie Boot Boys vice-president and three Feggie guys. Also with them were Jake and Angus, the guys who had fucked me in to the construction site hut, and Steve and Geordie from the Boot Crusher gang.
Thank fuck for that. I knew I could trust Barrie to find me and get me free. These Clydebank bastards are going to pay for this. I would capture every one of the fuckers and personally fist every one of them. Every one will end up with a broken jaw and a huge butt plug up his fuck'n arse. As for those Greenock cunts. I'll organise a raid on their HQ and burn it down with half of the bastards still in it.

I expected to be greeted with shouts of joy but they just stood looking down at me with big grins on their faces.
"Hi there, Dougie." said Barry. "I hope the Combat boys have been looking after you. I told them you loved a big cock up your arse and that you also loved being fisted. You don't appear to have any broken bones, which to good. Your black eye looks just nice. Makes you look tough. I hear they enjoyed your company and offered to keep you for another week."

I stared at him, my mouth wide open. "These bastards said it was the Greenock cunts who wanted me out of the way." I said.

"Oh! That was a red herring just in case you escaped."
What !! Was I hearing correctly? This was Barrie. My trusted Number One in the club.

He continued "Oh! By the way. Just a bit of news for you. Apparently someone wearing your bomber jacket attempted to rob a supermarket the night you went missing. No-one has seen you all week As you weren't at the Federation meeting on Friday night everyone assumed you had done a runner and was miles away so Jake was elected Chairman of the Paisley Skinhead Federation and Steve was elected vice-chairman. At a club meeting last night the Feggie boys elected me as president of the Feggie Boot Boys and Craig was elected vice-president. "

I let out a yell "You bunch of fuck'n bastards. You planned this kidnapping. Wait until I get out of here. I'll get my knife and I'll slash every fuck'n one of you. I'll cut you into little pieces." I yelled at them. I struggled with my bonds but they were secure.

Barry continued "Since you've gone, three clubs have said the want to join the Federation. They hated your guts. If you come back we know they would leave, so we have decided you should stay out of the way for a long time. We arranged to rob the supermarket. Someone was dressed in your bomber jacket, fired a gun at a wall just to leave bullet holes and we have bribed witnesses to swear it was you. We even got someone to take a photo of your jacket from the back showing your badges for easy identification."

He continued "We're going to take you to a disused house and then tell the cops where you are. They will find the gun and it will have your fingerprints on it. They will also find some bullets, which will match the one taken from the supermarket wall. We'll also leave a bundle of forged £20 notes, run off on a colour photocopier with no watermark and are obviously fake. You'll get arrested and end in prison for three or four years."
I stared at him in disbelief.

"What we want you to do now is putyour hand round the handle of the gun and leave a nice clean setof fingerprints." said Jake. "Don't worry. There are no bullets. We took them out so you wouldn't accidentally hurt anyone."
"What!" I yelled, "You want me to put my prints on a gun and incriminate myself just so you bastards can send me to prison. Do you think I'm mad." Again I struggled with my bonds but to no avail. The bastards looked down at me and laughed.

"Come on, Andy. Don't be a spoilsport. You'll enjoy it inside. All these nice warders beating you up. You said about 40% of the inmate were shit scared of you and most of them dropped on their knees and gave you a blow job whenever you flicked your fingers." said Barry.

What I said wasn't quite accurate. You know what it's like when you meet your mates after coming out of prison. You tell them how tough you are and exaggerate a few parts. Actually it was only about a 25% of inmate who were shit scared of me. A few more soon got the message and by the time my year was up it was 30%, . . . and I never got beat up by the warders. What happened was that I saw this 20-year-old guy, nice looking but a bit cocky. His name was Joey. I trapped him in the shower and told him to get up against the wall as I was going to fuck him. He refused and I punched him in the balls and forced him against the wall.

I didn't know was that his brother was in the same prison and that he was a weight lifter and built like a gorilla. He had three mates and they were also built like gorillas. The four of them cornered me, kicked me in the balls and while I was doubled up in agony they all fucked me. Because I couldn't get a hard-on for two days I made the excuse to some other inmates that I had been beaten up by the warders.

When my excuse reached the four gorillas they laughed and did the same the following week, and the week after that. On the fourth week they cornered me again but this time Joey was with them. They told me they were being released the next day and that I was to give Joey a blowjob as a parting gift. I got down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth and gave him the best blow job I could manage. Within three minutes his juice shot into my mouth. As he took his cock out of my mouth he kicked me in the balls and I doubled up in agony. Then the other kicked me. They all walked off laughing. You can understand why I didn't tell anyone the truth, can't you? I have a reputation as a hard man to keep up.
Barry said "As a farewell act we all want to fuck you as it will be the last chance to get our cocks up your arse for three or four years."

One of the Combat Boys stepped forward.
"You can tie his ankles to those two hooks on the wall above his head. They're positioned to leave his arse bent in the right position to fuck when you get down on your knees." he said.
Four Combat Boys stepped forward and untied my ankles. I struggled but they managed to tie my ankles to the wall leaving my arse in the air ready to fuck. All the time I was cursing my former club mates.
"I'll get the chloroform ready. You can drug him and take him away." said the Combat Boys leader. "I'll miss the bastard. I loved ramming my cock up his arse and fisting him every day."

Barry said "We brought along Steve and Geordie. Steve contacted the Clydebank boys to arrange for them to look after you. He only stood for the post of Federation Chairman because he hated your guts, but with you out of the way he withdrew his name so Jake was elected unopposed. There are eight of us here going to fuck you. That should take less that an hour. It will be the last chance to fuck you for a few years if plans go right. Then we put you to sleep, dress you in your own gear and off to our secret hidey hole."

Steve was the first to get down on his knees and ram his cock up my arse. He was a big and tough looking bastard. I always hated the cunt. He was followed by the rest of my "so-called" mates. Barry was the last. I was in such a daze I was hardly aware I was being fucked. I couldn't believe what was happening. The guy I had trusted had overthrown me. It was while Barry had his cock up my arse that I realised the full implication of the situation. I could be in prison for four years. I didn't want to go to prison. I had to change my tactics without appearing to plead to them.
"OK guys. I didn't realised I was disliked that much. I'll stand down. I won't take any part in activities, . . Barry, I could be your slave, . . have your cock up my arse every night, . . give you a blow job every morning, . . lick your arse every lunch time, . . do anything you say."

"It wouldn't work, Dougie. You're not the type to sit still. You want to boss people. You're a natural born bully." said Barry.
"OK. I'll go away. I'll go to Manchester, . . Birmingham, . . London, . . Berlin, . . South America." I said.
They all laughed at my last remark and I realised how stupid it was and how desperate I must have sounded.
Fear and anger took over. "You bastards." I yelled, "I'll get you. I'll kill every fuck'n one of you. I'll slit your fuck'n throats, you fuck'n bastards."
They all laughed as I screeched obscenities at them.

The Combat Boys leader came over with a large chloroform pad. I shook my head but two other guys grabbed it and held it still as he tried to press the pad into my mouth. Someone stamped on my balls and as I yelled he rammed the pad into my open mouth. Someone handed him a second chloroform pad and he pressed that on top of my nose. More kicks to my balls and I gasped, breathing in the fumes. It took less than a minute for me to feel my strength weaken and I slipped into unconsciousness.

I woke up staring at a ceiling with bits of plaster missing. What the fuck was that? I tried to focus my eyes and move my hands but they were pinned down. I tried to speak but there was a gag in my mouth.
"Hi, Dougie. It won't be long now 'til you're in the hands of the cops." said a voice.
It was Barry. The dirty treacherous bastard.
"You'll get a nice warm bed for the first time in nine days. Beds in police cells aren't very soft but they're dry. You won't get cops pissing over you in the middle of the night."
"You never know. He might enjoy that." said Craig with a grin.

I took another look around me. I was now dressed in my good silver bomber jacket, the one with all the badges. I also wore my blue jeans, red T-shirt and steel toe capped boots. My wrists and ankle were tied to heavy steel weights.
There were four skins in the room, Barry and Craig from the Feggies. Steve and Geordie from the Boot Crushers.
Craig said "Everything went well, Dougie. We dressed you in your easily identified jacket, got a nice hand print on the gun plus some dabs on the bullets. We've also left some Cocaine and a needle so you can be charged with drug offences. There is £400 in forged £20 notes so you'll be charged with possession of counterfeit currency. The cops are really going to enjoy reading the charge sheet."

It was then I noticed that they were all wearing surgical gloved to ensure that they left no fingerprints of their own.
Barry said "You might be interested to know that four days ago six Hells Angels from the Greenock Untouchables were sent to Peterhead Prison for five years. They are the toughest Angels in the Paisley/Greenock area. Yesterday we ambushed three of their mates, fucked them then fisted them. A skinhead wearing your jacket told him he was Dougie McKenzie from Ferguslie Park and that he had organised the ambush. He also said if he had been in Peterhead he would have organised a gang rape of his Angel mates because they were just a bunch of pansies.
Now just supposing you ended up sharing a cell with the Angel president, whom they say is a violent psychopath and should really be in a mental prison. And supposing you met all six of his gang in the showers in the morning. "

For the first time a cold shiver ran down my spine. I knew the Greenock Untouchables reputation. If I went to Peterhead my life would be sheer hell. Barry and these other bastards had really stitched me up. I let out a muffled plea to him. Somehow I knew he and the others wouldn't listen to me, anyway. Their minds were made up.
Barry got on his mobile phone and I heard him asking for the police. He then said he thought he recognised me going into a disused house and gave an address. He switched the phone off.
"All ready?" he asked the others.
They all nodded.

Craig said "When the cops are seen coming along the road we'll go through the next room and out the back window on to the low flat roof at the back, that leads to another lower roof only five feet off the ground. We've left a car in the next street."
"We're going to give you a chance to escape." said Barry, "When the cops approach, we'll release your left wrist. You can then free your right wrist and your ankles. There are no knots. The ropes wound round your ankles six times. If you're quick enough you can run down the stairs and you might escape."
Jake and Barry released one of my wrists from the strap but kept firm hold of it
Mike was looking out of a crack between the boards covering the window.
"There's a cop car coming down the road." said Mike.

Barry and Jake released my wrist and all four ran out the door. I heard another door slam and the sound of a bolt being drawn. It took about 10 seconds to unwind the rope from my wrist and another 45 seconds to release my ankles. The bastards had put them so far apart I had to drag the heavy weight towards me. It was while I was freeing my ankles that I realised why they had released me. If the cops had walked in and seen me tied down they would have realised there were other guys involved. If they saw me run off on my own they would think I was alone. This all flashed though my mind in seconds.
I got to the door and on to a landing there was a door to my left. It was locked. That must have been they way these bastards had escaped.

I started to run down the stairs when the front door opened. Two cops were coming up the stairs. I punched one in the chest and kicked another in the balls and pushed past them. Another two ran in the doorway as I reached it. I yelled and tried to push past them but they all pounced on me and brought me to the ground. The two cops I had kicked and punched got their revenged and kicked me in the balls and the stomach. Within 30 seconds my wrists were handcuffed behind my back

Twenty minutes later I was dragged into the Charge Room of the Police Station. A sergeant walked in with a plastic bag. He took out of it a gun, two bullets, a wad of £20 notes, two sachets of powder (presumably cocaine).
He said "The judge will throw the book at you. Attempted robbery, stealing a car, possession of a firearm without a licence, endangering life using a firearm, destroying property, i.e. putting bullet holes in the supermarket walls, resisting arrest, assaulting a police officer, possession of counterfeit currency, possession of illegal drugs namely cocaine.
I reckon you'll get five years. They're putting all the Greenock and Paisley tough guys in Peterhead at the moment. You'll be beside that bunch of Hells Angels they sent up last week."

I remembered what Barry had said to me "You might share a cell with the Angel president. What will happen when he meets all six of them in the showers in the morning?"
If that did happened, my arse (and my balls) would go through sheer hell for the next five years.

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