SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 1

Vengeance is not sweet; it is a dirty, grubby deed, carried out by people full of hate and hurt. But I had sworn to revenge Larry's death over his grave, and nothing would stop me. I knew the faces of the 6 guys who had attacked us, as they had been the same ones who had attacked Larry and I once before. I started to hang out around the games parlours, and cafe's where the street gangs frequented. It was several weeks before I saw the group again. I followed them, and would follow a different member each time, making notes on where they went, where each lived and worked, or went to school, as 2 of them were still at school near the housing development. Within 2 months, I had a dossier on each member of the gang. Now I could act.

The first guy was called Errol. He was an apprentice with the local electrical firm. He was 17 years old. He often worked late on Mondays, as his boss usually used this day of the week to catch up on remnants of jobs from the previous week. I decided he would be first, as he was the guy who had been the most active with the boot into Larry's head. Errol would feel the pain of Larry, the helplessness and fear Larry had felt. Errol would die first, but his death would be slow and painful, he would know why he was to die, and why he was first. I was determined to carry this act of vengeance to the extreme and beyond if necessary.

Errol left work at around 8pm, and walked to the bus stop. I was waiting near the stop, but in the shadows so as not to be seen. The bus arrived on time, and Errol entered and went up top. I waited til he was on the bus before leaving the shadows, and ran to catch the bus as it started to move. I just got on, and stayed down below, able to see Errol in the mirror used by the conductor. Errol was oblivious to my presence. The trip to the housing estate took 20 minutes, and Errol pushed the button and rose to get off. I turned my face away from the door, and waited til I saw him alight, then followed him off the bus. He was oblivious to me being behind him. I followed at a discrete distance, waiting for him to cross the small wooded park near his home. This was to be my area of attack. Errol entered the park, and disappeared into the tree-lined area. I did not rush. The trap was set. He would not get away. I followed him into the park, and saw him about 30 feet from me.

Psycho was waiting with several of his skinhead mates. As Errol passed the men's toilets in the park, Psycho and the others grabbed him, and pushed him to the ground, and held him down. He was struggling, but not a sound came from him. His mouth was firmly covered by Beef's hand. I calmly walked up to the group, knelt down with my face near Errol's face and whispered into his ear. "This is your last moments on earth Errol, I hope you enjoy them as much as my mate did 3 months ago." I could see the horror in his eyes, even in the darkness of the park. You could smell his fear, he knew who I was, knew who I was talking about and knew what lay in front of him. The guys held him firm as I removed his pants and underwear. I took off my jacket, slipped my braces off my shoulders, and proceeded to drop my bleachers and underpants. My cock was hard with anticipation, and I decided that lubrication was an unnecessary luxury since he was going to be dead soon anyway. I fingered him firstly with 1 then 2 then 3 and finally with my fist, his screams muffled by Beef's huge hand. I then rammed my cock into him; his ass had split from the fisting. I did not care. Vengeance would be mine, and pain was part of that vengeance. I pumped with a violence I had never before felt, and continued to pump and pump. Although I was as hard as a granite rock, I could not cumm, and continued to pump till eventually I came. I was exhausted, but not defeated. I pulled out of him almost immediately I had cumm, and pulled up my bleachers, pulled my braces into place and put my jacket on. I was in no hurry. Psycho was cackling to himself, and I could see Beef had a hard on. "Tape his mouth Beef, and have a fuck on me". I said generously, knowing Beef stood on no ceremony where sex was concerned. Beef already had the tape out, so he was finished and fucking in very short space of time. "My turn next" Psycho was getting horny and wanted in on the action. Beef had a huge cock, and fucking Errol was not a problem now his ass was split, but would have had he been first. With Beef, Psycho, 3 other skins and Myself, Errol was a bubbling mass of cumm-leaking, bleeding piece of dirt on the tarmac, and his degradation was just beginning. Psycho then got out his knife. Errol was screaming now, muffled well by the tape. The sight of the knife caused him to fall into unconsciousness, but cold water from the toilets revived him quickly. We did not want him to miss a single moment of his short life.

Psycho started to cut off every piece of clothing off Errol's body, slowly and deliberately. Each piece was cut into small pieces, and shown to him each time. His hair was then cut off with the knife, piece by piece, till he had only stubble left, then Psycho started to dry shave his head. When all the hair on his head was gone, Psycho then started to dry shave all the hair off the chest, under his armpits, down his arms, his legs and finally his pubic hair. His body was a mass of blood from cuts and grazed skin from the dry shave. Psycho had said he had one thing he had to do, but would not tell us what it was before now, and while he was finishing off the pubic area, he quickly and without warning cut off the penis in one quick slice. We all gagged, and spewed onto the tarmac, but the deed had been done, and we all saw psycho place the penis in his mouth and swallow it whole. Now we all knew why he was called Psycho. Errol was still screaming when we strung him up by rope, arms and legs bound, hanging from his torso from a tree, and left him dangling for all to see. Yes we had intended to kill him, but after Psycho's action, we decided Errol's life was already dead, and he would have to live with this for the rest of his life. This was our vengeance. I was satisfied revenge had been achieved. Remarkably, Errol was still conscious when we left him, and I whispered to him that we would be back to finish him off at some time in the future.

The report in the newspaper the next day was very graphic. Errol had survived the night, and had been found by an early morning jogger. Police were baffled by the mutilation, as Errol had been unable to identify his attackers. Police spokesman had stated they had several leads, and were investigating. The newspaper also reported that the injured person was in critical condition, and when recovered, was... ...being taken to the local psychiatric hospital due to his state of his mind when found. I was not proud of what had happened, but I was satisfied that his life was now ruined as was mine, and of course Larry's. Now to plan the second revenge.

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