SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 2

Frank was still at school, although he spent most of his school days down the games parlour rather than in the schoolroom. Frank was no angel, having been constantly in trouble with the law since he could walk. Mostly petty crimes of shoplifting, petty theft and car steeling, but a disturbing trend had been seen by police and parole officers alike, in violence and group attacks. Frank was not all there, illiterate, prone to violent outbursts and attacks on teachers and family members. No, Frank was not an angel, and I figured we were doing society a favour doing him over.

The gang had a hideout on the common, in an old bombed out ruin from the Second World War. The old building had a cellar, and the gang had taken it over. When Frank tired of school or the games parlour, he would head for the hideout. I had checked it out when it was empty, and it was fairly barren, except for an old sofa, and a couple of damaged car seats. The whole place was littered with empty beer bottles, cigarette packets, burned out candles, used condoms and empty condom foils. The place smelled dank and foul. The other gang members seldom used the hideout before 3pm during the day.

Frank was a cocky little sod, and put fear into the other kids at the parlour, so always got to play the machines he wanted. He was pretty big for his age, and always wore work pants, and steel capped work boots with his donkey jacket. He wore the 14 hole style rangers with the leg of his work pants tucked into the top to show his white socks top. Frank wanted to give everybody the impression he was tough, but he would be tested this day. As predicted, he got bored at the games parlour, and left at about 1.30pm, and headed towards the common. I used Psycho's mobile phone he had lent me, to ring the group waiting at the hideout. Bear answered, and I could hear Psycho in the background hollering. He was baying for blood, and a grin went over my face. They were ready, ready to avenge a brother once again.

Bear, Mick and Tats remained hidden in the hideout, Psycho and Ray hid in the bushes outside. I again followed at a discrete distance, keeping Bear informed of our progress by phone. Frank was an ambler, dragging his feet, kicking rocks and stones, throwing rocks at birds and other wildlife. Dogs ran from him, obviously having been the brunt of his callousness at an earlier time. It took us nearly 30 minutes to arrive at the hideout, but Frank entered without any notion of fear or impending doom. He was oblivious to the fate that awaited him in his normally safe hideaway. As he entered, he pulled out a disposable lighter, and flicked it on, looked around for a candle, found a half burned out one, and lit it. He did not see the three skinheads waiting for him in the shadows near the door. The doorway was blocked the instant he entered the room. His escape was now impossible. Bear, Mick and Tats each had iron bars in their hands. Tape was not required, as the ruin was at least a mile from any other habitation, a mile in all directions of dirt mounds, piles of rubble and grass hillocks. The area was an old bombsite, earmarked for a new housing development 40 years ago, but had never come to fruition. Frank could scream as much as he liked, nobody would hear his pathetic cries for help. Bear, Mick and Tats were already laying into Frank when Psycho and Ray entered. They both started into Frank with their steel capped Doc's. Psycho always went for the head first, and today was no exception. When I arrived, Frank was just about done, falling in and out of consciousness. All five stopped when I entered, and I went over to Frank and whispered into his ear "Welcome to your nightmare Frank, this is payback time." Frank recognised me immediately, and started screaming a horrible scream, high pitched like he had seen a ghost. It suddenly dawned on me; he thought I too had died that fateful night with Larry. Having not seen me around, as I stalked them, he had assumed we were both dead. He was bleeding profusely from the ears, nose and face; his body was wracked in pain from the beating. The Squad stood back as I lay into him with boots and iron bar, then I turned to Psycho. "Use the knife." I said, "Cut every inch of clothing off him, slowly". Psycho just grinned, and pulled the meanest knife I had ever seen, out of his inner jacket pocket. Even in the candlelight, you could see Psycho had put a razor sharp edge to it, and the edge gleamed in the poor light. Frank was hardier than Errol, as he remained conscious throughout his ordeal, but he definitely screamed louder. Psycho loved the cutting off of the clothes. He made it an art form, cutting each piece into squares, and showing it to Frank before throwing it to one side. We decided to let him keep his boots on, but Bear had brought iron shackles with him, and placed these on Frank's arms and feet. The arms were shackled behind him, and connected to his ankles by a solid bar. When Frank was naked all bar his boots, I decided Bear could have first go at him. Bear was never gentle, and his fists were like ham hocks, and he decided that fisting was what he wanted to do first. There was no lubrication available, but that did not stop bear. I was surprised at how quickly bear could get his fist inside an anal passage, but of course not without damage to the area surrounding the anus. But Bear could not care less. He buried his fist into Frank, and started to pump him up to the middle forearm. Frank was unable to move, and suddenly his screaming stopped, and his face just took on the look of horror and disbelief. He obviously could not believe the pain he was feeling, and was numb with shock. Bear was enjoying himself, and was not about to stop, but Psycho had other intentions. Psycho kicked bear in the ass hard, and called him off, telling him to leave some meat for the other hungry wolves. Bear just grinned, pulled out his fist, wiped his fist and arm on Frank's body, and then unzipped his fly. Bear was not finished yet, and preceded to ram his cock into the now expanded and bleeding ass. Bear always came quickly when excited, and today was no exception, but when he came, he gave plenty to his loving anal recipient. Bear was known for the massive amounts of cumm his testicles could produce, and today he did not disappoint. Psycho was ready and willing the instant bear pulled out. Zip down, cock out and hard as a rock, Psycho started pounding Frank's ass almost immediately.

I decided to wait to last, and followed Mick, Tats and finally Ray. Why all of us? Well, should the police try to identify DNA from the semen in Frank's ass, the mixture of all six of us should be enough for them to get awfully confused, or so we surmised.

With Frank silent on the ground face down below us, it was time for Psycho to give him his haircut. We had decided, after Errol's revenge, to carry out a similar revenge on each and every one of them, with minor changes, mainly, Psycho could not eat their cocks. Psycho had a gleam in his eyes as he pulled out the knife once more. Frank knew what had happened to Errol, and as we turned him over to face us, he saw the knife, and knew what was in store for him. His violent struggles only gave Psycho more passion on the shaving, with more blood being spilled, and when it came to the pubic area, he slowed down to almost a single hair at a time. Frank's eyes were so big; I thought they would pop out of his head. He watched Psycho every second, with hardly a blink. Finally Psycho was done, and the ceremonial cutting of the cock was given to Mick this time, and Mick was no shrivelling violet when it came to using a knife on an enemy. He had been charged several times as a juvenile for knife attacks in school and in fights out on the common. Mick had served 2 years at Borstal for one such attack on a kid who picked a fight with the wrong guy. Both had knives, but Mick knew how to use it to best effect, and had stabbed the other kid several times, mostly in the legs and arms. Psycho laid the knife across his arms in ceremonial fashion, and Mick took the knife with equal flair. He leant over Frank, grinned close to his face, and without even looking at what he did, and without looking away from Frank's face, neatly sliced off Frank's cock. The scream was horrible, but to us all, it was revenge, vengeance completed. Not one of us was sick this time, we knew what to expect, and were actually looking forward to the act. This time, Mick did not eat the cock, nor did Psycho or any of the six of us. No, this was Frank's cock, and his to have. Mick opened Frank's mouth with necessary force, placed the cock in his mouth, and Ray taped his mouth shut. Tats grabbed a hanky out of his pocket, and wiped all the prints off the shackles and connecting bar, we all grabbed the iron bars we had used to beat Frank, and calmly left the hideout, after my whispering to Frank the same words I had said to Errol. "We will be back to finish you off later". Frank's gang would find him latter that day, and maybe he would live, maybe.

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