SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 7

It was after 9 am when we all left the warehouse. We were all dog-tired, but elated we had completed our set task. Our brother had been avenged, and he could now rest in peace. Graham was installed in his cage, manacled and chained, and placed in Mick's room. This would be his life from now on. We were all so tired; we just ambled to our rooms without saying anything to each other, and crashed. Blood splattered, cumm splattered and covered in shit, it made no difference. We were too tired to clean ourselves up first. I just lay face down on the bed, and was out like a light. Shit was still cringing and sobbing in his cage. He had not had water nor eaten for 2 days, and was hungry, but would not open his mouth to ask for anything. He never ever asked for anything from that day onwards.

I awoke at around 5 pm that evening. Getting out of bed, I unzipped my bleachers, removed my stiffened morning glory cock, and pissed all over Shit, shook my cock free of dribbles, and placed it back inside my bleachers, and went down to Psycho's kitchen to make a cup of tea. There was no movement in the house. I grabbed one of Psycho's fags, lit up, and smoked my first cigarette while drinking my tea. I was a skin, and a killer. I had revenged my lover; I regretted nothing, felt nothing. Barry meant nothing but as a slave to do with as I saw fit. I did not have to love him, commit to him. I would not commit to anyone again. It would hurt too much to loose again. I finished my tea, and realised I had smoked the cigarette without feeling anything, and decided I would become a smoker. All the other squad members smoked, so I would be one of them. I went back upstairs, stripped out of my clothes, and took a shower. Dressed in a clean set of bleachers, Fred Perry, and my good Cherry Doc's, I went down to the shop to buy a paper and a packet of fags. The gossips were at it again, with wondrous tales of murderous gangs, wandering the town, looking for victims to mutilate. They were "Vampires" drinking the blood of their victims, and cannibals because the always ate part of their victims sexual organs. I bought the paper and fags, and also a pork pie, as I was starving, and as I was about to leave the shop, remembered Shit. I walked back in, grabbed a tin of dog food, paid for it and walked back to the house.

Once again, we had made the front page. Ahmed had survived the night, but only just. He had lost a lot of blood, and was in a critical condition. As for Skags, well I was not surprised to see that he had died before the ambulance could get to him. Once again, a jogger had found them at 5.30 am, we had left only just in time. "Police were investigating the incident and killing, and believed they were similar to the other 2 attacks found earlier that week." A police spokesman had said, continuing, "Investigations were continuing and arrests were likely within a short space of time." I knew we had been very careful, leaving little behind to help the police. They would take an awful long time to put 2 and 2 together, before they came up with 5, or should that be 6. We had never come forward to police to identify the gang as Larry's killers, choosing to keep the info to our selves for future use. This meant that we were not connected to the gang in any way.

It was close to eight before I decided to feed Shit. I took up a plastic bowl with some dog food in it, and a plastic bowl of water. The cage had a long slim grill, which slid open to pass items through. I placed the bowls through the grill, and sat back on the bed and watched. Shit was cautious at first, but the smell of food, even dog food, was too much for him. He grabbed the bowl, and started to scoop out the food with his hands. I had my belt in my hands, and let fly with the belt onto his back. He dropped the bowl, and cringed in the corner. "No hands." I said gruffly, and sat back on the bed. Shit seeing I was waiting, then moved forward, and tried to eat the food off the floor with his tongue and mouth. The food had mixed with my urine from earlier, and was now sloppy, but Shit managed to lick up every morsal. He was hungry, and wanted all he could get. "Lick the floor clean." I said with authority. "I do not want to see a single wet patch in your cage. If you shit, you will eat it up again. You will keep your cage spotless, or I will beat you severely." With that said, Shit started to lick the floor of his cage clean, and I decided to leave him at it, and went down to see if any of the squad had arisen yet. Mick was up, and sitting drinking a beer. "Man I woke up with the biggest horn, and gave it to Graham straight away. It is great to have a fucking slave. Man I could get used to this. He was a bit sloppy though, and he stunk. He has shit himself in his cage. Must buy him a butt plug." I laughed, "After all the sex you got last night, you still had to have it today too? You are a glutton." I looked at the beer he was holding, "Coming down the pub?" "Yeh" he said, "Give me ten to change." Mick still had on the clothes from last night, including his MA1. I realised my arms were sore, and remembered the tattoos, and went upstairs to put on some more jelly. I could hear Mick talking to Graham. He was gentle, and was soothing him. I had never seen that side of Mick before.

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