SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 8

Shit was still very scared of me, even after a week with me in my room. Every day I pulled him out of the cage, and washed him with cold water and a scrubbing brush. His shackles and dog cradle made it impossible to use his hands to eat, so he had to eat doggy fashion. I had placed a metal tray in the bottom of his cage to allow him to defecate and piss, but he knew he had to clean his cage by licking up the waste liquid and eating his own shit. I would not do it for him. His confinement was teaching him humility and slavery, and over time he would respond automatically. As the weeks dragged on, he became less afraid, and more responsive, and after 3 months, I decided it was time to release him from his shackles. Mick and I used a grinder to remove the large peened rivets from the chain and collar lock. We covered exposed skin with a fire blanket, and it took only 20 minutes to free Shit from his incarceration. When released, Shit grabbed my leg, and embraced it, and I pulled him up to my level, and kissed him, embracing him fully, and felt his embrace also. He had learned to love through slavery.

I had kept an eye on Shit's mother, but with her being a single mum, knowing he had got himself into a shit load of trouble, had not reported him missing. She had not worried about him not coming home, thinking he had gone to ground somewhere. After a month, she had quit the cafe, and moved a boyfriend into the house, and was living off him. No, she could not care if Shit was alive or dead. Mick had also checked out Graham's family, and as Graham was living away in a flat with mates, they did not have any idea where he was, or what he was up to, nor did they care. Graham was in the same boat as Shit: Unwanted and of no consequence to anyone. Mick had taught Graham well also. He had followed my lead in the training, but had used more compassion. He had had sex with Graham several times while he was chained to his cage, and Graham had sucked him off on an almost daily basis. I, on the other hand, had not used Shit sexually, preferring to use strict discipline to create a slave who would not hesitate to do my bidding at all times.

Shit was a good kid; he just needed to know who was boss. I took the butt plug out of his ass, and the muzzle off his face. I removed all obstacles to his movement, but he found his muscles were not used to free movement, and had to lay down. I lay down next to him on the bed. I could smell his manly smell wafting through my senses. His smell of urine, body odour and shit from his ass. I pulled him to me, and embraced his body and through the covers over us both. We lay there for about an hour without talking. As it grew dark, he said, "Do you want me back in my cage master?" I was speechless at first, as he had never called me that before; in fact, these were the first words he had spoken to me since his obduction. "No, lay with me tonight, make me happy: Be my lover and slave." He pushed his body closer into mine. I could feel his breathing getting deeper, and more urgent. He was starting to get a hard on. I allowed my hand to explore his cock and balls, his ass and anal region. He did not resist, rather he seamed to be responding well. Wether it was his belief of his fate, or he actually wanted this it was difficult to tell at the time, but I was not going to let a gift pass me by.

I continued to explore, using 1 then 2 fingers to probe his ass. My cock was getting hard, and I was soon ready to try to enter him. I placed my hands on his thighs, and probed with my cock, gently pushing and retracting, until I found him receptive, and I entered him slightly. He pulled back quickly, feeling the pain. I soothed him with whispers, and pushed again, entering him again, but this time holding firm, as he tried to recede. I pushed a little harder, entering a little more, feeling him feel the pain, then I was fully in, his ass was mine, and he cried out in pain, but went silent very quickly. I let his ass settle before I started to move slowly inside him, slowly in and out, building his level of orgasm as well as mine. I could now feel his body quivering from orgasm, and felt his juices flowing over my hands as I held his cock and thighs. I was not near orgasm yet, holding out to get him used to being fucked up the ass. Shit came twice before I came, and as I came, I felt Shit relax and fall limp in my embrace. I remained inside him as we lay together on the bed, savouring the moments we had had together. "I never thought anal sex felt that good." Shit finally said. "It hurt at first, but it was really good once the pain went away. Does it always hurt when you have sex?" Shit sounded curious rather than grieved. "Yes" I said gently, "it will always hurt a little, but the more you have, the less it will bother you, and the more you will want it. It is like a drug, building up inside you, making you want it more and more." We were silent for quite some time, before Shit asked a question that threw me at first. "You will never let me go now, will you? I am yours to do with, as you want. What do you want of me?" I thought for a while, and spoke softly when I answered him. "You are not Larry. You will never be able to replace him. But you will be my lover and my mate till the day you die. You were part of the gang that killed him. By rights you should be dead, but when I saw you in that hideout, I felt something about you I had to own. You will be a skin, and you will be a good skin. This I know. You will join me working down the building site, as a labourer. A skin is a working class lad, and you will be a skin. You don't need schooling to be a skin, so you are finished with school. You will live here, and have nothing more to do with your family. They no longer exist for you. Have any problems with that?" His answer was swift and decisive. "No, I have no problem with that. I know we killed your friend, but I did not know Skags was going to kill you both, I thought we were just going to have a rumble. Skags hated skins with a passion, and gays even more. He used all of us that night, to his own ends. I'm sorry for your friends' death; I will love you and be your mate." With that, we lie together, and fell asleep curled in each other's arms.

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