SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 2

The following morning at 9.30 a.m. Bowser appeared at breakfast and word soon spread about the Hells Angels fight and the confrontation in the bar last night. Guys who had ignored him now chatted him up and within 10 minutes of leaving the breakfast table another arse was fucked.

At 11 o'clock he left the the hotel and headed towards the pub. He would be back at the hotel at 1 p.m. as another two cunts had begged to be tied up and fucked. He had instructed the first one knock on his door at 1.10 p.m. He would be naked and walk in, close the door, crawl on his stomach across the floor to Bowser's feet and lick his boots. The second was instructed knock the door at exactly 2.30 p.m. He would receive ten lashes of the belt across his arse for each minute he was early or late. He would wear nothing but a leather collar round his neck. He would walk over to the bed and lie face down. Bowser would tie him to the bed, gag him, give him twenty lashes across his arse then fuck him.
The first guy followed instructions to the letter and was fucked. The second knocked the door two minutes early and received twenty extra lashes across his arse before he was fucked.

It was about 5 o'clock that evening as Bowser was approaching the pub when a voice from behind him said "That's a nice looking arse walking in front of us."
He turned round and saw two skinheads. He recognised them as friends of the guys who had fucked him yesterday. He stopped and they approached him.
"That was a good fight you had last night. I like the way you booted that Angel in the balls."
For a couple of minutes they recounted the fight with the Hells Angel. As the conversation dried up one of the guys said "Fancy coming round to our place and have a game at wrestling? The winner fucks the loser."

The guy who spoke was the leader of a group of six skinheads from Manchester. He was well built with scar down one cheek, a union jack T-shirt, ripped faded tight fitting combat trousers and 18 hole Doc Martins. He had a big bulge in his combats which meant he had a big cock. Bowser enjoyed wrestling with other skinheads. The problem was these guys were really tough and somehow he suspected he would be the one being fucked. Still, if you're going to be fucked it's better to be fucked by a tough bastard than one of these screaming queens who sit in cafes discussing Delia Smith's cooking programme on TV or their holiday in Corfu. I bet they don't have fights between skinheads and Hells Angels in Corfu.

Five minutes later Bowser was in the flat. Another two skinheads were in the sitting room. They were the two who had fucked him yesterday. The leader, the skinhead with the scruffy combats and Union Jack T-shirt was called Bugsy, his mate was called Sid and the two skinheads who had fucked Bowser yesterday were called Del and Frank
There were three bedrooms in the flat and from one of them Bowser heard a cracking noise. It was repeated every ten seconds. Bowser recognised it as the sound of a belt across a guy's arse.
Bowser followed the Bugsy into the room. It was about 16ft by 16ft. He stopped and stared.

Against the far wall was a large wooden St Andrew's cross with wrist and ankle straps at each end. Along one wall were three stools, each with a large butt plug sticking up. On the wall behind the stools was a row of 4" dia steel rings. In the middle of the room was a set of stocks and clamped by the neck, wrists and ankles was a skinhead in T-shirt, faded blue jeans and Doc Martin boots. Behind him another Manchester skinhead was drawing a leather belt across the arse of the captive. There was a gag in his mouth so he couldn't yell.

"Holy fuck. Where did you get all that stuff?" said Bowser looking at all the equipment.
"We brought it from Manchester in a transit van. The rings cemented into the wall were put there two years ago. The guy who runs the store knows all the gear's here and tries it out regularly. He loves being tied up and having a big cock up his arse. We come here one week-end each month and get the place for half price provided we tie the cunt up, we all fuck him and belt him across his arse. Sometimes we bring guys from Manchester with us and have a gang bang."
Bowser moved into the middle of the room to see the skinhead whowas getting the lashing. He was about 20 years old. Bowser recognised him. It was the young skinhead he had seen in the pub last night and wanted to fuck.

"Do you fancy a fuck?" said the skinhead leader. It was then that Bowser notices the seam at the captives jeans were ripped.
"That's six cocks and sixty lashes he's had." said the guy giving him the punishment. "His fuck'n arse will be really tender. He won't forget this fuck'n holiday in a hurry." said the other guy with a grin.
"I sure would like to ram my cock up his arse." said Bowser. Bugsy said to Bowser "This cunt tried to steal £20 from Frank. You can fuck him if you want. All you have to do is beat me at arm wrestling." said Bugsy. "The best of three tries. If you win you can fuck this bastard and any of us as well. If you lose you do anything we say."

Bowser had a feeling he had walked into a trap. The chances of beating this guy were faint but he didn't want to be called chicken. They went over to a table in the sitting room and with elbows on the table and hands clasped they put on the pressure. In less than a minute it was all over. Bowser had lost and was now at the mercy of the six tough skinheads.
With a wide grin the leader told Bowser to follow him. The five other skinheads made sure Bowser followed.

The leader pointed to the skinhead who was secured in the stocks. "Take this cunt out of the stocks and sit him on the fuck'n butt plug for an hour. I want this other cunt in the stocks and see his well shaped arse being tenderised." he said.
Before Bowser could do or say anything two guys grabbed his arms, pulled them behind his back and a pair of handcuffs clicked home. Things didn't look too good for him.

The young skinhead was released but his gag was kept in place. Two skinheads held him firmly and took him to a stool beside the wall. Sticking up from the stool was a large rubber butt plug. It was the size of a wrist and about eight inches long. When the young skinhead saw it he struggled and let out muffled yells but two other skinheads grabbed his legs and he was lifted off his feet, carried to the butt plug and lowered onto it. The eight inches of fisted rubber slid up his arse. Handcuffs were produced and his wrists clamped. The handcuffs were clipped onto a hook above the guys head. There was no escape from the butt plug. The only way he could get off was to pull his body up by the handcuffs at least ten inches, an almost impossible task.

The young skinhead's name was Danny. He loved a big cock up his arse and had fancied one of the gang. When he was invited to the flat he expected to be fucked by two guys at the most. He had made no objections when told he would be held in the stocks. That would mean possibly more than two guys fucking him. There were four guys in the room so that meant four cocks. After he was secured masking tape was put over his mouth and then he was belted across the arse. Two more guys appeared and the fucking began.
Six cocks and sixty lashes in thirty minutes. Danny's arse was red raw and his legs starting to turn to jelly. That was when Bowser had walked in.

Now Buster was at the receiving end. He was dragged to the stocks and his head forced into the recess for the neck. This was secured. The handcuffs were removed and within one minute his wrists and ankles were secured. A wide piece of tape was stuck over his mouth gagging him. He knew that meant a belt across his arse. He was trembling slightly from fear and excitement. He was aware these guys were tough and could easily break every bone in his body if they wanted and yet he wanted to feel the pain of their big cocks up his arse and to prove he was tough enough to take it. One skinhead produced a knife and the seam of Bowser's jeans were ripped. He could now be fucked fully dressed.

"I think we'll start with the belt. Nothing like a nice tender arse." said one skinhead. Seconds later a belt was drawn across his arse and it was no tender tap. Bowser let out a muffled gasp. His arse was still a bit tender from yesterday's belting. The belting continued slowly. By the time the strokes had reached sixty his arse was feeling hot, sore and raw. He was dreading a cock being rammed up it.
His fear quickly materialised. He felt something pressing into the crack then hands gripped his hips.

The voice of the toughest skinhead said "O.K. Punk. Enjoy a real skin's cock up your fuck'n arse." He rammed his cock in with full force. Bowser let out a muffled yell as the pain shot through his arse. The guy withdrew his cock then rammed it in again. This time Bowser was prepared and let out a groan. The guy must have a huge cock, thought Bowser, or was it the fact my arse was red raw. Within two minutes the guy's breathing became quicker then he gasped and pressed his cock in to the hilt. He kept it in for almost a minute then slowly withdrew it. His place was taken by another skinhead who's cock didn't seem so big. Bowser breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to come back with these guys. He was here now and had to accept their punishment.

The first two guys disappeared after they had fucked him and about ten minutes later while the fifth guy was fucking him he heard some people enter.
"How do you fancy a fuck?" said the voice of the guy with union jack T-shirt to someone. Seconds later he walked to the front of Bowser with a guy. Because Bowser was bent over all he could see was a pair of greasy boots, a pair of greasy jeans with a large bulge at the crotch and the lower part of a greasy shirt. The newcomer walked round the captive and gently rubbed his arse.
"These two cunts tried to steal £50 from Frank and they're getting punished."

These words sounded familiar to Bowser. He suddenly suspected he had been tricked. This was confirmed when the skinhead said the the newcomer "All you have to do is beat me at arm wrestling. The best of three tries and you can fuck me as well. If you lose I fuck you."
"You're on." said the newcomer and the two disappeared into the next room followed by another skinhead.
One of the four remaining skinheads said "Lets get this bastard on a stool and we can pin down this new cunt."
The board pinning Bowser's neck and wrists in position was removed.Should he try to escape? He wasn't given the chance as one skinhead each grabbed a leg or an arm and he was carried to the stool and his arse was lowered on to a rubber butt plug. Bowser gave a muffled yell as his arse fell on to it and sat on the stool. 'No wonder the young skinhead struggled when he realised he was being lowered in to it.' thought Bowser. Handcuffs were clamped on his wrists and they were pulled above his head and on to a hook in the wall.

At that moment the newcomer entered the room with two skinheads. He was well built with a mass of greasy black curly hair and a five day stubble on his chin. His filthy shirt was open at the chest and his filthy light blue jeans had a large bulge at the crotch.
The skinhead leader said "I got beat on the first two tries. I think congrats are due to the winner, guys. Give the man a shake."

He shook the newcomer's hand. Another two skinheads did the same. It was while shaking the hand of the fourth skinhead that all six pounced on him and he was dragged to the stocks. His head and wrists were held in position by four skinheads while the other two lowered the top board and secured it. A piece of masking tape was put over his mouth gagging him. His legs were pulled apart and secured to two heavy weights. The guy was now helpless.

His name was Chas and he was a truck mechanic. A truck from Preston had broken down and beyond roadside repair so he had phoned the Preston depot and told them to send a tow truck. He was told the tow truck was on another job and it would be three hours before it would arrive. It was while waiting he was chatted up by the skinhead leader and returned to the flat with the promise of an arse to fuck. Now it was his arse which would be fucked.

Bugsy, the leader, lifted a studded leather belt and drew it across the newcomer's arse. He gave a muffled gasp. The skinhead belted the newcomer 40 times. Another skinhead took over the belt and Chas received another 40 lashes.
One of the skinheads said "Let's fuck the cunt now. I'll give him a belting later."
Another skinhead produced a flick knife and Chas's jeans were ripped at the arse.
Chas was fucked by three skinheads then received another 40 lashes of the belt.

He was a tough nut and only grunted when the punishment was delivered. He was used to and enjoyed rough treatment. He's had more than 120 lashes before. However he was angry at being tricked and vowed to get his own back on the skinheads. He had some tough trucker pals and they would show these bastards what a real belting was.

The skinhead leader said "Lets put him on the stool and pick up another cunt. We'll have a real ball and invite the Bootboys to the party." (The Bootboys was a skinhead club in Manchester)
The six Skinheads kept a firm grip on Chas despite his struggles and lifted him on to the rubber fist on the third stool. Chas had regularly been fist fucked so the butt plug on the stool wasn't as painful to him as it had been to Bowser or Danny. Again a pair of handcuffs was attached to a hook above the prisoner's head. Chas now suspected that the other two prisoners were tricked like him.
Bugsy said to his gang "Two of you stay with these bastards and the rest will go out and drag some other cunt in. I like this one in greasy jeans. Lets see if we can get another greasy sod before we call the Bootboys."

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