SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 9

Psycho and I went with Mike to Scar's place the next morning. Both Mike and I had some shopping to do. Scar had second hand skin gear as well as new so I managed to get a reasonable number of bleachers and Fred Perry's for Shit and myself. I also got a second hand pair of Doc's for Shit for work, with steel toes, and a pair of 14 hole cherry Doc's as well. Scar did not have any second hand bomber jackets, so I bought him a new one, and got a second hand donkey jacket for him down at the British Legion second hand store. The Army-Navy store is always good for white work socks, and today was no exception. So finally, we all headed back home, with skin gear for both the new slaves.

When I took the clothes out the bag, Shit just looked at them, tears coming to his eyes. "Are they really mine? Am I a skin?" "No Shit, not yet, but if you are going to work with me, you have to look like one. Remember, tomorrow you start work with me. You will work as hard and as long as me. You will not talk to anyone else but me, do you understand?" He looked at me with excited eyes. "Yes master, I understand. I will not let you down." And he kept to his word. There were times when I had to leave him alone that day on the building site, but he worked his guts out, and stayed true to his word. Shit worked hard that day, and when we got home, I noticed his hands were heavily blistered. "Never had to work hard before Shit?" I said jokingly" "No, I never had to do work like that before. I don't know how I will go tomorrow though." I could see the pain in his face. "You have no choice Shit, you will be at work tomorrow and work the same as today. As for your hands, piss on them, it helps toughen up the skin."

Shit did not slacken off all week, even though his hands were torn to pieces. It was two weeks before his hands stopped bleeding, and another two before he could say they no longer hurt to work. The other guys on the building site really liked him: Pete and Garry took him in hand and showed him the ropes. Pete was always telling him how to please me sexually, then turning to Garry, "Isn't that right lover, Daniel loves it that way." Garry would laugh out loud, and slap his knee, "God how I love that guy, he is a bundle of laughs, but a great fuck." The other guys would shout encouragement, something Pete did not need, and Shit would colour up in embarrassment. Yeh, Shit was turning out to be an asset and a great lover. As a slave, he was well into his training, and Scar had taken him in hand in some areas. Shit also had to work 3 nights a week at Scar's place, doing demonstrations of equipment like Larry and I did for a while. Shit did not like this, but it was his way of paying back Scar for the equipment given when he was originally taken prisoner.

Shit was very good at keeping his head shaved. He did it religiously every day. In fact, he was so proud of his shaven head, he even oiled it after shaving to make sure it shined. Although his work boots were not polished, his cherry Doc's were an absolute pleasure to see, with a brilliant shine, and the toes stuffed every night to keep the creases out. Shit still slept naked in his cage every night, but he was no longer shackled. He only ever came into my bed when I wanted to fuck him, and would then return to his cage. As a slave, he looked after me. He licked my boots clean every day when we came home from work; he polished my Cherries after a night out at the football or at the pub. He washed my clothes, cleaned my room, and generally did everything for me. He pandered to my every whim, and sexual fantasy, and loved to be fucked while being beaten with my leather studded belt. I never hit him hard enough to make him bleed, but his back was red raw at the end of the night. He never complained, and never once asked about his mum.

It was about 6 months after Shit had been taken prisoner, when Scar came to me. He wanted to sell Shit to a northern customer. The customer had used him several times down at Scars' place, and had fallen for him. He offered £20,000 for him. I was stunned. I never knew that skin slaves could be sold. Scar made it clear that most masters sold their slaves after a year, and took in new slaves for training. "You should never get attached to a slave Daniel, they are there to use and abuse, then sell to the highest bidder. That's what slavery is all about." I was shocked. I had never thought about selling Shit, and never thought of slavery as an actual act of ownership for sale. Scar was insistent I should sell Shit. "He is your's to sell Daniel. He lost his right to freedom when he killed Larry. You should never become emotionally involved with slaves for this very reason." I thought about it for a while, and then refused to sell. Scar went down to see Psycho, and after several minutes, Psycho came up. "You have to sell him Daniel. The guy who wants him is high up in the police force, and will not look kindly towards us if you refuse. I know the bastard, and he will make life hard for us. Please, let him have the kid." I was devastated. I really liked Shit, and was looking forward to having him for a long time. Shit was in his cage. He had heard everything that had been said. "Sell me Daniel, I can handle it, and you must do as Psycho says. He will sell me after 12 months again, and maybe you can buy me back." He was smiling, but I knew he was serious, and we both knew that it was highly unlikely we would ever see each other again. "Who is this guy Psycho? What does he want with slaves?" Psycho was reluctant to spill the beans on this guy, but after a little prodding, finally let out the story.

"The guy was high up in the police force. He was not married, but kept his sexual preference a well-guarded secret. He owned a house down in Sussex, and it was on a large parcel or land. He had built a prison underground, and had stocked it up with slaves. He had 7 at the last count. He procured them through Scar, normally the guys Scar used for demonstrating equipment. That's where he had seen Shit. He will not accept no as an answer, and will have drugs etc planted on you if you refuse his money. You will end up in jail for ten or more years, and he will still get his own way, but without paying for it. He keeps his slaves for about 6 to 12 months, then pays them off or sells them to friends. He is a nasty, depraved, bully, who always gets his own way, much like me really." I had a funny feeling that Psycho was right. Shit would have to be sold whether I wanted it or not. Shit had no say in it, as he was a slave, and would do as he was told. "I want to negotiate this with him personally. Scar, tell him I will bring Shit with me, but I want to inspect his jail before I agree. Psycho, will you come with me?" He looked at me with a surprised look. "No way man, you want to mess with this guy, you do it by yourself." I was determined not to loose Shit so easily. "Ok, have it your way. Scar; make the arrangements. No visit, no sale." The answer came back the next day. I could visit him that Saturday at his house in Sussex. Scar was to drive me out with Shit in his van. I was to be blindfolded, as was Shit, and manacled together to stop us from pulling off the blindfolds. I agreed, I should have known better.

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