SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 6

We drove the two gang-members out to the park where we had first attacked Errol. There, we unloaded Skags, and dragged out Ahmed. Ahmed was still manacled, and we dragged him to a tree near the toilets. It was after 4 am, and joggers would be coming through the park in about an hour. We released him from his constraints, and tied him and the body of Skags to the tree, and calmly walked away. Ahmed's mouth was taped so he could not shout out, and Skags, being dead, was tied up against Ahmed, so Ahmed had to put up with Skags body starting to flush its fluids out onto him, and the stench around him totally. Ahmed's mind had gone, and he was talking gibberish before we put the tape on him.

Graham was still sobbing when we got back to the warehouse. He had no idea what we had in store for him, only that Mick had stood up for him, and that had been the first time anyone had done that for him, ever. Mick was a big man, 22 years of age, a labourer at a local building site in the east end dock yards, and was muscular without being over built. He had remarkable strength when called on, and had a big heart all the time. That does not mean that Mick was a softy, far from it, Mick fought like a demon, and mixed it with the best. He had always been a big boy for his age, and was always accused as being a bully, but it was just that all the other kids were scared of him for his size and muscular looks. Mick was not bright, but he was bright enough to know his job well, and knew what he wanted out of life. He had always wanted to be a skin, and had become a skin at the tender age of 12, when he bought his first bleachers and braces from a second hand shop, with his first pay packet from working in the local supermarket packing boxes, and sweeping up the mess in the reserves. His dad always bought him work boots from an early age, as his size allowed him to wear men's sizes, and also he was very heavy on shoes, so work boots were a better style of footwear for him. He loved his boots, and his first pair of 14 hole Doc's were bought with his second pay packet, and so on til he eventually had his skin gear. Scar had seen him around town, and had told Psycho to mentor him, and so their relationship had started.

We all sat for a while, and discussed Mick's request. We had to have revenge, but we were willing to let Mick have Graham after, rather than toss him back. It was decided that we would all fuck him, still dry shave him, and the cutting off of the cock would be left to Mick. It would be his decision. Mick agreed, and we started to lower the cage again. "Stop!" It was Mick again. "Wait for a while, I need to make a phone call." With that, Mick walked out with his mobile phone out, punching numbers. He walked outside, where it was starting to show the start of sunrise. He was gone for about 10 minutes, and returned with a beaming smile. "We can start now." He said with a positive manner. We released Graham out of the cage, and Mick started to lay into him with the baseball bat, and his boots. We all stayed back, and let Mick go. This was to be Mick's slave, and he had to set the standard, and show his slave what was expected of him, and what to expect if he fucked up. Mick did not show him any mercy, and drew blood from Grahams nose, mouth, and ears. His body could be seen to be bruising heavily, and we were sure he had several broken ribs from the bat. He then turned him over, and decided to fist him first. Naturally, he split him immediately he entered his anus with his fist, but Mick was enjoying his power over this youth. He was his, and he would show him who was boss. He then fucked him till he was spent, then invited the rest of the squad to join in the fun. We all delighted in this part of the proceedings, especially bear. When done, Mick asked for the knife. He dry shaved Graham from head to foot by himself, and drew blood in most areas. He leant over graham, and started to French kiss him, and at first Graham resisted, but then started to react, and started to put his tongue in as well. While this was going on, Mick quickly grabbed the scrota, and slit it open, rapidly cutting out Grahams balls. Mick then removed his mouth from Grahams, placed the balls in his own mouth, and swallowed them whole. Graham, still in shock, but still deathly silent, then screamed and spewed at the same time. Mick then got up, turned to the guys, and said, "manacle him guys, and take him to my room. Scar, I want that cage. I will pay you later for it. Oh, I will need a couple of other items too, mind if I check out the warehouse for my needs?" Scar walked up to Mick, hugged him like the blood brother he was, and said, "The cage and all you need are yours. Consider then my gift to you Mick. You have been a good brother to me, and this is the least I can do for you." With that, Mick shook his head, not a word spoken, and then proceeded to search the warehouse for what he needed.

The door to the warehouse opened, and we all looked towards the door. Standing at the door smiling, was Blood, the Tattoo artist used by the squad for their brotherhood tats and squad markings. Mick walked over to him, hugged him, and kissed him openly on the mouth. They then walked over to the group. "Here's your customer Blood, I want you to tattoo ÔMicks Slave' on his forehead. On his back, I want the words ÔLiving Corpse', and his chest ÔFucked For Life' I want them in black and I want them bold and big. You will finish them tonight, as he will never be seen again." Blood looked at Graham, then at Mick. "One of the gang that killed Larry?" Mick nodded in the affirmative. "Then I will make it as painful as I can." With that said, Blood started to unpack his gear. "You have a second customer too Blood," Psycho said nonchalantly, "Daniel here needs the squad Tattoo and Brotherhood patch." I was stunned. I had never had a tattoo, and never really considered it before, but I was somehow excited, and looked forward to being a fully-fledged squad member.

Blood was not gentle with Graham, but give him his due, Graham never cried out once. Whether it was shock, or acceptance, I do not know, but the whole job was done in about 2 hours. Mine was carried out in a more gentle and professional manner. The brotherhood patch on my right arm, and the squad patch on my left. Both were in black like the others, and after Blood was finished, he rubbed a jelly into the area. "Keep it clean, and jelly it at least 3 times a day. Keep it moist, and it will heal in about 2 weeks." Turning to Mick he said, "As for your property here, piss on him as often as you can. Don't waste good jelly on him." With that, he hugged each of us, and kissed us all, then left the warehouse. The Tattoos on Graham looked awesome. He could never go back to his old life again. He was totally and utterly fucked, and Micks own property now for life.

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