SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 11 - The Prize

With Dave gone, Johnnie had to find a new "Bitch" quickly before the guards put a new inmate into his cell. Mark was his first choice, but first he had to beat Brute. Brute was Marks' master, and unless Johnnie could beat him in front of all the main prison power men, he would never get Mark into his bed again. It had to look as if he had taken Mark as a prize and not look as if he had planned the theft. Then he had it! A fight organised by the power brokers. The prize? Mark! Now to find a way to get the power brokers to suggest the fight, an all in no holds, feet, hands, heads and legs brawl. He was good at that, but not boxing, which he had found out Brute was good at. Theft was a good reason to make a challenge. Now to frame Brute, and make the challenge. With his crew's help he could plant an item of Johnnies personal kit in Brutes' cell. Mark would be in on it as well, but only to mention to the powers that be, that the article is in the cell.

The plan was laid, the article, Johnnies braces, would be planted. Johnnie would become angry during exercise period, and accuse Brute of steeling his braces. The "powers that be" would not allow a fight during the exercise period, as this was the best time they could confer with privacy with the other bosses, so this period was strictly taboo. They would decide the time and the place.

The exercise period began. Johnnie readied himself for his acting role. He got himself angry by thinking of his father, and then went out into the courtyard. Brute was standing near the far wall, with Mark at his side. Johnnie had his crew with him for security. As he entered the yard, he raised his voice and started to shout at one of his crew.
"You sure it was Brute? You must be fucking blind Maggot. Brute doesn't need braces! His fucking large arse will hold the Titanic up if he wanted it too. Hey Brute." Johnnie called out in Brute's direction. "You steal my Braces you fucking dull headed turd?" Johnnie made sure the "Bosses" heard every word. "You thieving Maggot, why my fucking braces? You'll want my dirty nappy next!" Finally Brute realised he was being goaded. He may be dumb, but he knew when there was a fight to be had, and he liked nothing better than a fight. It was the only thing he liked better than a good fuck and a good meal, in that order.
"I don't have your braces baby face. Fuck off and change your nappy." This was Johnnies que to charge at Brute. He got only a short distance before 3 guys grabbed him and dragged him over to the "Boss" of the "H" block group.
"Fingers" was a renowned safe cracker, and had come foul of the law once too often, and was now doing 15 years for his last job. He was also known to love his peace and quiet, and had several thugs who maintained it for him. "Fingers" was highly intelligent, and would have made good upper management material had life dealt him different cards, but he could also be manipulated with cunning, which he lacked. Johnnie started into "Fingers" immediately. Johnnie was considered an equal in the prison with the bosses, as he too ran a block.
"Fingers, you should not have done that. My beef is with that "scrote" Brute, not with you. Just tell your bum buddies here to stand aside and let me take him down."
"You know the rules Johnnie, not during the exercise period. This is our time to plan and consult, not to fight. Brute is from my block, and receives my protection. You fight with him, you fight with me."
"My crew inform me that my stolen braces were taken by that dim witted arse hole, and I aim to remind him who they belong to." Johnnie had mastered the aggrieved look quickly.
"If you can prove this accusation, I will personally set up a match with you and Brute. My men will question Brute, and search his cell after the period is over. In the mean time, I suggest you let your blood cool, and relax in the little sun we are allowed." With that, the meeting was over, and the thugs released Johnnie. Johnnie walked away, a grin on his face. He now had his fight, and could request compensation, Mark! Mark would not have to rat on Brute, not get involved, which was better for him and Johnnie.

About an hour before lockdown, one of Fingers thugs sat down on the bench next to Johnnie while he was playing cards. Johnnies' crew had strict instructions to let Fingers thugs through without too much argument.
"Fingers wants to see you in the toilet block between "D" and "H". You can have 3 of your crew with you. There will be 3 of Fingers men there too. 15 minutes. Don't be late." With the message said, the thug left.
"Well guys, we have a fight on our hands, and we have to win this one. Maggot, Baldy and Filth, you 3 will come with me to the meeting. The rest of you will be close at hand in case all hell breaks loose. Stay out of sight." With plans made, Johnnie organised his troops, and moved off to the toilet block between "D" and "H" blocks. Johnnie and his three crewmembers entered the toilets in an arrogant swagger. Never let the opposition see any weakness, or your bargaining position was lost. Fingers and his 3 thugs, accompanied by Brute, were over near the hand basins; a collection of goods lined the shelf above the basins.
"Are there any items on the shelf that you recognise Johnnie?" Fingers asked. Johnnie walked along the length of the shelf, and was amazed at what he saw. There was at least 4 items of his own on the shelf, and 3 of Dave's.
"Yes, there are many. What is this Fingers? What's this all about?" Johnnie was now looking straight at Fingers; his stance was one of anger. Brute was being held in check by 2 of the thugs. Theft among fellow inmates was rife, but if caught, justice was swift and brutal.
"Brute has been ripping us all off Johnnie, and our search of his cell, plus your accusation, has brought this to my attention. I am in your debt. You may retrieve your goods." Johnnie removed his and Dave's belongings from the shelf.
"I want satisfaction Fingers! I want to teach this "Bower Bird" to leave my gear alone. I demand it, and on my terms!" Fingers shook his head in the affirmative.
"You shall have your retribution. What is your price if you win?" Johnnie thought for a while, enough time to give Fingers the impression he had not planned this moment. He finally looked at Fingers.
"I wish to deprive him of his slave, his "Bitch". That thieving slag does not deserve a "Bitch". I want his Bitch moved to my cell. I will fuck his Bitch till his arse falls off. That Bitch is now mine."
"Not yet Johnnie, you have to win first. Yes, I agree to the prize." Brute strained at the thugs grip, hate in his eyes, and murder on his mind. He knew he had been set up, and the search had unfortunately found other items he had stolen. "The fight will take place here tomorrow night at 8 pm, while the guards are having their evening break. Spinelli is the guard on duty for this area then, and will turn a blind eye, I will see to that. Doc (the inmate wards man) will be here to assist after the fight. You may bring 1 member of your group. All the Block bosses will be here, each with 1 other member. I will have 3 members, 2 to control Brute. No weapons or we will make sure the person with the weapon never sees daylight again, ever. The fight will be carried out naked, so each will have no advantage." Johnnie had not considered fighting naked, he was counting on his steel caps to inflict much pain. He would have to revise his tactics. Brute weighed in at 220 lbs, with Johnnie at 145 lbs. This fight was going to hurt, but he was confident he could still win.

The exercise period next day was buzzing with the whispers and snide remarks, as Johnnie and his crew walked the yard. Brute and Mark were in their usual corner, Brute was red with anger, but knew he had to control himself. Johnnie made sure they went close, but not too close, so he could geode Brute, but not be accused of causing trouble. Mark was very subdued, and on closer inspection, was sporting a black eye and many grazes and bruises on his face. Brute had taken it out on him over night. As Johnnie passed close by, Mark smiled. Johnnie knew then Mark was happy with his lot, confident he would be Johnnie's "Bitch" that night. The pain was worth it.

8 pm, the inmates were occupied with recreational pursuits. Johnnie and Maggot got up and walked out to the toilets. One of Fingers thugs was outside. Spinelli was just up the corridor busy picking his nose, trying to stay calm, knowing what was to come. Johnnie swaggered in trying to show confidence, the skinhead arrogance. Inside was Fingers, Brute, held by 2 thugs, and 6 other block bosses with their bum buddies. Brute was looking the worst for wear, sporting many bruises to the face, and body. He was naked. Fingers had made sure the fight would be as even as could possibly be.
"How do you want this fight to be Johnnie, boxing, fists and feet, or what?" This time Johnnie came straight back.
"Anything goes Fingers; anything at all. This fight will go till one of us cannot stand up. I want no interference, let us go till we are finished, and however long it takes." Johnnie said this in a strong, loud voice, so Spinellie could hear out in the corridor, making sure the bosses knew he was confident and willing to put his body where his mouth was. Fingers looked at each block boss in turn. Each nodded in the affirmative.
"You have the right to dictate the fight conditions, and the bosses have agreed to your terms. You have 5 minutes to prepare." With that, Fingers moved over to the area where the other bosses were standing. Johnnie stripped, taking everything including the diaper and over pants off. He then went into the far corner, and closed his eyes. He visualised the guy in the pub, he put his fathers face on the guy. His face was getting red, his blood was starting to boil, and his anger was in full flight when the time came to fight.

Brute was fast for his size, having been boxing training for over 7 years, but the bashing he had been given that day had slowed him down slightly. You could see the pain as he tried to dodge Johnnies kicks, and while he tried to punch Johnnie. Brute knew only 1 thing, to box, so he continually tried to knock Johnnie down with flaying fists. Johnnie was fit. He worked out every day in the gym, improving his kicking and punching. He managed to get several kicks to land on the upper and lower torso of Brute. Brute felt them hard, as Johnnie aimed them at the bruised areas. The fight went on for over 10 minutes, neither getting the upper hand over the other. Brute did connect with the upper torso and head on 2 or 3 occasions, and Johnnie felt his head reel, but held his footing. It was a poorly placed kick that laid Brute firmly on the floor, giving Johnnie the chance to jump on top of him and head but him. The kick hit the top of the legs, and Brute lost his balance, but the head but caught him off guard, and he fell unconscious. The fight was over; Mark was his. Brute was in bad shape, and Doc attended to him first. Johnnie was bleeding from the couple of cuts above his eyes, and the cut on the left side of his chin. His ribs felt like they had been caved in.

Johnnie dressed, and then went over to the bosses. He stood straight, arrogant and with the pride of a true skinhead.
"I want that "Bitch in my cell before lock down. Keep that slag away from me, and out of my personal things!" With that, he walked out of the toilets, down the corridor passed Spinelli, and back to his cell. The members of his crew saw him return, as did all the others in "D" block. Nothing was said. Within 5 minutes of his return to his cell, he heard a loud cheer go up in the block, and 2 of Fingers thugs entered his cell with Mark. The block now knew they had a winner as a boss. His prestige had just lifted another notch.

Mark immediately tended to Johnnie's wounds. The 1 punch Brute had landed on the upper torso had broken Johnnies left side ribs. Sex that night was going to be painful, but Johnnie was determined he would have Mark that night. Mark strapped his ribs as tight as he dare. The cuts had stopped bleeding, and although blood was still smeared over his face, had stopped running. Mark started to clean up Johnnies face by licking off the blood, gently licking the wounds, moving around to the ears, the back of the neck, and down to the nape. Johnnie hurt bad, but found he was aroused at Marks actions. Mark had taken the initiative, and was going to be the leader tonight, and Johnnie knew he could not resist. That heady smell of rubber, the smell of a man wanting sex, the urine wafting from the diapers. Johnnie was now solid as a rock, throbbing in his diapers, wanting Mark to grab his cock and bite it to take away the pain of his body and allow his sexual tensions to take over. His groin was primed ready to shoot his load, but he knew how to control his sexual desires to allow himself to cum at the right time, not to discharge at will. Mark was an excellent slave. He played Johnnie like a pro, easing his pain but controlling the sexual pleasures. Their first night of sex was just that, a full night of fucking, sucking, rimming, biting, scratching and just pure animal lust.

Johnnie knew he could not go back to Michael on his release, even if Mark could not be with him. This time in prison had given him an outlook way beyond the Island. He knew he would never see the Island again. He had changed. Prison had toughened him, made him a man, but he needed to be somewhere bigger. The Island was too restrictive. He had money now, and could start a new life anywhere in the world.

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