SkinMarvin Gay Stories

Part One

The pub was crowded with Friday night revellers mostly people who had come straight from work to unwind before the weekend. So no one paid much attention to the tall well-built skinhead at the end of the bar as he watched the fucking yuppies from the city drink their Champaign and foreign beers. He had his eye on one lad about 20 slightly smaller than him with long black hair well long compared with the skin and a good body. The skin had been keeping an eye on him all night as a good prospect to be his next challenge. It was not until closing time that the lad made his move to go that the skin finally chose him.

As the lad left the pub the skin followed keeping in the background as the lad walked with his friends down the street. The skin was on the point of giving up and starting again the next night when the lad parted from his friend and moved off towards a local park area which was known in the area as a cruising ground. The skin smiled to himself as he crossed the road a moment later this was going to be a push over.

He followed the lad into the park about a hundred paces behind him. As they entered a particularly secluded spot the lad spun around and said "Ok mate if you want some come and get it from this rich kid". He was obviously drunk and didn't realise the position he was in but the skin let it go for now.

The skin replied "Ok mate sure" and walked up to him smiling "whatever you say mate," he said still smiling. It was not until he reached the lad and grabbed the back of his head that the skin made his first move. As he pulled the lad towards him he punched him in the stomach the lad dropped to his knees holding his stomach so the skin kick him backwards onto the ground and placed his now muddy DM's onto the lads white shirt. "OK mate" the lad said you can have my money just don't hurt me". As he said this he held his hands over his eyes. The skin just spat down on his head and said, "I don't want no money from you pussy boy ". "Then get the fuck off me you arsehole" the lad said. The skin next lowered himself to the ground still keeping the pressure on the lad's chest and said "That's the first and last time you call me arsehole fag boy". With that he punched the lad once knocking him unconscious. The skin had parked his black van by the side of the park so it didn't take much to drag him to it and through him in the back.

The lad knew nothing more until he came around later tied to a chair. At first he didn't know what had happened only that he had a splitting headache. As he came round more he could see sat across from him a skinhead from the park wearing bleachers, T-shirt braces and boots. He started to struggle and said what the fuck is this arsehole. The skin said nothing just stood up walked over to the man and stuffed a dirty sock in his mouth.

"I told you boy never call me an arsehole again or I will really do some damage to you". He punctuated each word with a slap. He didn't wait for an answer as the lad still had one of his dirty socks in his mouth he just walked into the bathroom and returned with a bowl and shaving kit.

He put the bowl and kit on the floor went behind the lad and started to shave off his hair with an electric shaver. The lad started to struggle so the skin said "If you struggle you will get cut now that's fine with me but you might not like it". When he had finished giving the lad a No 1 crop he got a jug filled it with water and poured it over the lad's head. He started to struggle again and was saying something but the skin just ignored and carried on wetting his hair. When he picked up the cut-throat razor he again explained that if the lad didn't keep still he might louse a lot of blood before he was finished. This time the lad kept extremely still in fact he didn't move a muscle.

When the shave was over the skin dried off the lad's head took the bowl and stuff back into the bathroom. On returning the skin turned the lights off leaving the lad in the dark and went to bed. After a while the lad gave up shouting and struggling and fell asleep still sat tied to the chair with a dirty sock in his mouth. The skin was in no rush he had all weekend to change the lad into what he should be. So he went to bed well impressed with his first nights work.

The next morning the lad was woken by cold water being pored over him. He awoke with a start and it took him a few seconds to remember where he was. The skin had sat back down across from him. "Morning lad now it's time for me to explain what is happening to you". When the lad did not react the skin continued "First off I will only remove the ropes and the sock when I am sure you have excepted my rules they are: you will not speak unless given permission to. You will not move from the chair unless I tell you to. In fact you will do nothing unless I say it ok. Do you accept these rules lad". The lad just nodded anything to get his arms free and get this rancid sock from his mouth.

The skin stood and removed the ropes from his arms and legs finally taking the sock from the lad's mouth. The lad flexed his arms and legs trying to get the blood circulating again. The skin sat down again and waited until the lad had finished. "If you abuse my trust you will not only have the ropes replaced you will also get a severe beating is that clear". The lad again nodded and started to look for an escape route from this mad man.

The skin finally spoke again "that's better isn't it you look like a man now and I bet you feel better don't you". The lad just nodded and waited for more. The skin continued "right boy, by the time you leave here you will be a proud skinhead who lives by the skin code. Your first lesson will be how to look after your boots". The skin stood up and left the room coming back with some polish and the lad's shirt. He dropped them by his feet and said" ok boy get over here and start spit shining my boots for me". The lad saw no way out of it so he stood up from the chair walked over to where the skin sat and knelt at his feet.

He picked up his shirt what the skin obviously meant him to use as a cloth, opened the polish rubbed his new expensive Armani shirt into the polish bent his head to the skins oxblood boots and spit. He spent the next three hours shining the skins right boot and every time he looked up to say he was finished the skin just shuck his head and gave him a slap.

Every so often the skin would tell him to stop and the lad would think he was finished but the skin just got up to get something or go the lav. Every time the skin just sat back down and told the lad to continue. It took five hours of kneeling at the skin's feet polishing his boots before the skin said, "that's enough for a first effort now start on the other one". The lad's shoulders dropped but he did not say a word just started on the skins left boot.

After another five hours of spit shining boots the skin allowed the lad to eat some food but he had to eat it sat on the floor by the skins boots and when he had finished he had to continue to spit shine the skins DM's.

tbc...