SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 10

Saturday came too quickly. Shit packed his meagre belongings into a small brown leather suitcase Psycho lent him. 1 pair of bleachers, 2 Fred Perry shirts, 5 pair of work socks, and a pair of 14 hole cherry Doc's. Shit did not wear underwear, as I did not feel he needed them. Before he dressed, I demanded that I get to fuck him one last time. He still had on his studded collar, and with his tats and shaven head, looked good enough to eat right there. I am not one for preliminaries, and pushed his head onto my dick to suck immediately. The feel of his lips on my cock immediately sent quivers down my spine. Shit always affected me this way. He had developed a knack of very sensual licking and sucking; very different to anyone else I had ever been with. It was smooth, soft but with purpose. His tongue moved slowly around the head of my cock, gently massaging it, stimulating the blood flow, sensually brings my cock to full standing position. Shit knew when to slow, and move from the crouch position, to the bent over slave; legs and butt wide open for my cock.

His spittle was still on the head of my dick, as I moved the head around his ass. I gently probed his sphincter, pushing and moving, trying to gain an entry, finally entering slightly. Feeling the sphincter give way slightly, I pushed hard, and entered fully. Shit moaned quietly, but only for a moment, and then started to move on my cock. I was as hard as a rock, straining my skin to increase my size, to give all I had to this worthless piece of shit. I always saw Shit as a worthless piece of garbage, allowing my fantasy to fulfil my desires to fuck slaves and worthless garbage. I became rough, grabbing his hips, and starting to pound him relentlessly, my anger building with every stroke of my cock up his tight little ass. Shit responded with moans of delight. He was a pig when it came to rough sex. He loved to be handled roughly, with worker rough hands, in dirty work stained clothing, rough on his milky white, young soft skin. His arms were sunburnt as was the face and neck, but his body was that of Adonis: milky white, soft as a dove. His hands were rough and callused, nails broken and battered from heavy manual labour, but his arms were soft and muscled, strong yet gentle. His whole body was now strong and muscled, showing his willingness to please me by hard work. If he had wanted to, he could have given me a hard time in a fight, as his strength had increased with the hard manual labour of the building site. It showed in his sex, as he forced his ass against me with terrific force, wanting every bit of my dick and more. His arms strained backwards pulling my buttocks onto his body to grab the last morsal of cock up his anus. He wanted more, and I gave him every bit I had, pounding him relentlessly. I was determined not to come til I had beaten him senseless, bitten him till he bled, pounded him til he could take no more. But he took all I could give, and I had to cumm. His and my body lathered in thick heady sweat, running between us, lubricating our bodies as we felt every inch of each other with our calloused hands and rough tongues.

When I was spent, I pulled out limp and exhausted. Shit turned and kissed me gently, then moved his mouth down and gently cleaned my cock with his tongue and lips. He then started to clean my body by licking me all over, and I started to rise again, exhausted as I was, he was still turning me on. But I knew we had to go. We had to be ready for 8.30am when Scar would pick us up in the van. I was sad, knowing this would be the last time I would fuck this piece of garbage I had come to love as my own. As my slave he was good, as my lover he was fantastic, as my skin brother I loved him.

Scar arrived before we were dressed, and we had to rush so as not to delay him, and forgot to say goodbye to Mike and Graham. They were still engaged in their own rough sex. Scar apologised for having to manacle and blindfold me, but said he did not want to upset his best customer. I gave him a piece of my bitter mind, but allowed him to manacle my arms and legs with my neck also connected to the bar. The blindfold was placed on, and we left the house at about 8.45am. I was never to return to that house.

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