SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 4

It was only a couple of hours before Bear phoned in to say Skags was on the move. He had left the house with bag in tow, and was heading for the bus. Bear was staying in visual but well back. Scar was at Psycho's place when the call came in, and as he had a van, offered to pick Bear up at the corner near the bus stop. They would follow the bus, and see where Skags was going. Next to ring in was Ray. Ray was in a taxi following Ahmed, who was in a car driven by his father. They were heading out of the city area, and heading north. Psycho told Ray to stay with them, and he would cover the taxi cost. The rats were definitely on the move, running scared. But there was nowhere for them to hide. Psycho rang Scar, and told him of Rays journey. Scar said he would get one of his boys to meet Ray with a car and money. Ray was to stay in touch so his boy could contact him. Graham never left home. He locked himself in the house. Mick stood outside the house all day, catching several glimpses of him. He just seamed agitated, and constantly looked out of the window. Mick would stay hidden for as long as it took, and we knew we would not have to worry about Mick. Tats phoned in at about 3 pm. Barry had run out of the house and was heading for the common. Obviously looking for his mates in the gang, but they had all deserted him. He was on his own, and would have to fend for himself. Barry ran like the wind, and Tats had a hard job keeping up with him, and yet stay back far enough not to be seen himself. Sure enough, he headed for the ruin, and when Tats finally got to the building, he crept up to the doorway, and listened. Barry was sobbing uncontrollably. Tats crept back to the copse, and phoned in. I told Tats to stay there, and that I would be there shortly, as I had something in mind for Barry. I then phoned Julian at Scars shop, and asked him to deliver some items for me, which he agreed to do immediately. That done, I asked Psycho to go with me; but we needed transport. We decided to steal one on the way, and found a Ford sedan with doors unlocked, in the next street. Hotwiring was easy, and within 30 seconds, we were on our way to the ruin. Tats was waiting for our call, and immediately crept up to the door of the ruin after we called to block any escape when Barry heard the car approach.

I parked the car right outside the ruin. Tats had heard Barry scamper around when he heard the car, but had not tried to leave the building. Tats remained outside on guard, whilst Psycho and I entered. Barry came at me with a knife, and would have got me, only for the sun glinting on the blade as he approached the door. I moved aside just in time, and Barry fell to the ground. I laid the boot in straight away, with Psycho following suit, but we both stopped short of doing severe damage. I had plans for Barry, and I did not want him too badly damaged, just enough for him to know we held his life in our hands. Psycho grabbed him and held him firm. I leant close to his face. "Your life is now mine Barry. I own you and every living breath. If you want to live, you will do exactly as I say, and don't try to be a hero. There are others on the outside waiting for you to make a break for it. They want you to try, because if you do, you are theirs to do with, as they like. You know why this is happening to you and your fellow gang members don't you". Barry was silent. "Don't you" I shouted at the top of my voice. Barry flinched, and opened his mouth. Blood was running down his chin out of the corners of his mouth and his nose. His whole face was bloodied, but even though breath came out, sound did not. He nodded, and I turned to Psycho. "Meet my new slave Psycho. From now on, this pile of shit will be known as "Shit". No one will ever utter his name again, except to call him Shit. He will be caged, and fed dog food only, he will be chained at all times, and he will be castrated, so he can never be unfaithful to me, his master." Barry started to sob once again, and I immediately laid into him with my boot. He stopped straight away. I looked at him, and he cringed. Psycho and I then grabbed him, and bodily lifted and dragged him to the car, opened the boot, and threw him in and slammed the boot lid closed. We all three then drove back to Psycho's house. Being still daylight, Psycho went into the house and grabbed a blanket, and brought it to the car. I opened the boot, covered Shit with the blanket, and we both lifted him out and up the front steps to the house. Once in the house, we just dropped him on the floor. Tats stood over him while I went into the front room. Psycho went out to dump the car a few streets away. Sure enough, Julian had delivered the goods, and I grabbed the metal collar, and steel rivet. With these and a hammer in hand, I calmly placed the collar on Shit, put the rivet through the securing ring at the back, and with Tats help, peened over the rivet with the hammer. Shit would never be able to remove this collar without help, and that help would never come from residents of this house. To this collar, I then riveted a chain about 6 feet long, with a large ring at the other end. This done, I dragged Shit up the stairs to my room. Julian had set the cage basically where I wanted it, and after minor moves, I stripped Shit of all his clothes, and pushed him into the cage. Once again, I riveted the chain to the cage, onto one of the small rings attached to the back railings. This was now Shit's new home, for eternity if I had my way. I left him to ponder his new surroundings, and went down stairs to the other guys.

Skags was heading for Manchester. He had entered a coach at the local bus station, and was sitting in the back of the coach looking apprehensively out of the back window. Scar had picked Bear up, and both were now following the coach up the motorway. After about an hour, the coach pulled into a service stop, and the passengers got out. Skags obviously felt safe now, and also left the coach and walked to the toilets. Scar parked the van near the toilets, close enough to allow quick access, but away so as not to be seen from the station or the coach. 2 others went in, but exited quickly, Skags was still inside. Bear decided this was his best opportunity, and entered the toilet block. There were 2 toilets, one of which was occupied. Bear entered the empty cubical, and waited. Shortly after, Skags flushed the toilet, and left the cubical. Bear waisted no time, coming out of his cubical immediately behind Skags, and with a huge amount of force, hit him from behind. Skags went down like a bag of spuds. Bear scooped him up, and carried him to the van, throwing him into the rear, and following him in. Scar started the van, and drove quickly out, while Bear tied up his captive and gagged him. It was 2 hours before they arrived back at the house.

Ray was now in a car rented by one of Scars squadies, and were following Ahmed's father's car. They had gone only a short distance up the motorway, and then taken an exit. The area was very rural, with houses on large parcels of land. Several had large driveways leading to impressive brick and stone homes. Definitely the homes of the professional members of society. The car stopped outside one of the homes, and Ahmed got out. Bags in tow, he waved goodbye to his father, and walked up to a speaker on the wall outside. His father's car disappeared around the bend, as Ray and Scars squaddy moved closer to where Ahmed stood. Scars rental car moved up close, then sped up, and screeched to a halt next to Ahmed. It was so quick, that Ahmed was slow to react. Jumping out of the car, Rick king hit him, sending him to the ground with one big punch. The squaddy and Rick then quickly lifted Ahmed into the boot of the car, and sped off back towards London. That just left Graham.

Graham was not going to come out of his house for any reason. He had firmly entrenched himself, and was real nervous, looking out of the window almost every 5 minutes. Mick was well hidden behind a high box hedge, about 4 doors down and across the road. The house was not occupied, so he was unlikely to be questioned. He rang in often to keep in contact, and was aware that his victim was the last, and that the squad would be there shortly. Scar had a warehouse in the industrial area in the East end, and it was ideal for what we had in mind for these guys. The area was mostly deserted at night, with only the odd security guard on duty. Scar would take care of these guys, as he knew most of them, intimately. Both Scar and his squaddy drove their captives to the warehouse. Scar had several cages there in store for customers' orders, and they gave us a great way of storing the gang members til we had them all. Skags was still unconscious when they arrived, so stripping him and placing him into the cage was an easy task. Stripped totally, he was manacled on both arms and ankles, and secured to the fixed rings welded to the cage. A metal ring was riveted to his neck similar to Barry, and a chain connected to the neck ring. Once again, this chain was secured to the cage, but not permanently. The cage was then hoisted by overhead gantry to the roof, and left swinging in the breeze. Skags also had his mouth taped to muffle his cries for help, and a blind fold on to mask his whereabouts.

Ray did not arrive back at the warehouse till after 7 pm. Ahmed was conscious when we pulled him from the boot of the car. He struggled, but Ray laid into him with a baseball bat and his boots, and he calmed down. Cringing, he resisted little when we stripped him of his clothes, and did the same to him as we had to Skags. He saw the cage above him, and knew what was to come, but could do little to stop his fate, with 6 of us around him with baseball bats and a menacing demeanour. Once he was caged and hung in the rafters, we all headed in both vehicles to where Mick had been all day. Mick had called one of his mates at Scars place to come out and cover the back of Grahams place, and Scar went with Ray to help cover the back area. They were to enter the house at 10 pm, and hopefully catch Graham asleep. Ray had been a petty thief and had several convictions for minor housebreaking offences, before he had met Psycho, so he was picked to help the other 2 to break in silently. Ray waited til 10 pm, and then silently entered the back door. The door only had a simple single lock. Graham, for all his paranoia, had not tried to barricade the door. The house was in darkness. They used a night scope from Scars shop, to search the rooms one by one. They found him asleep in the upstairs front bedroom, sprawled out face down, fully dressed, on the bed. Scars 2 squad members then grabbed his arms, while Ray placed tape around his mouth. Then they bound his arms and legs with tape. They worked with lightning speed, catching Graham off guard, and helpless. It was all over in seconds. Ray then phoned Psycho to say all was in order, and to bring the van around. Ray and his merry helpers then wrapped Graham in a blanket, and carried his protesting body down stairs and out to the van. He was thrown into the back, with Psycho and myself, and immediately got a booting from us both. It settled him down. Ray jumped into the van with us, and we headed to the warehouse. Scars 2 squadies went back to the car and headed back to their homes, their work done.

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