SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 3 - Michael's and Geoffrey's Initiation

Michael became a frequent visitor to the clubhouse, and after 3 weeks, asked how he could become a member of the queerskins. Mick and Frankie talked to him and tried to convince him he should forget being a queerskin, and just stay as a friend to Geoffrey and I. However, Michael was adamant he wanted to be part of the brotherhood, so after much discussion by the other members, he was allowed to be a member on probation for 3 months. It was decided he would be a diapered queerskin, with me as his master, who was in turn answerable to Mick as leader of the queerskins. We all took him shopping for his uniform, but not before Mick gave him the customary head shave. The head shave actually improved his looks, and he turned me on. His old look of longish black hair was ok, but shaven, he was angry and looked as if he was looking for a fight. Although he was 26 years old, he accepted me as leader of the diapered queerskins, and we got on really well. Geoffrey was not jealous at all, and we made a great threesome.

Our first port of call was the Army Navy Surplus store down the bottom end of the high street, near the wharfs. We got an olive green flying jacket, and boots for a good price. They also had some second hand jeans, and we all had fun getting Michael to try them on. The first pair did not show enough bulge, and the second pair not enough buttocks. The third pair were great. They gave him a great bulge, and fitted his buttocks beautifully, showing off the diaper to great effect. We could not find a shirt for him, so we all sidled off to the Co-Op. Brownie saw us enter, and immediately came over and asked if he could help us. We told him what we needed, and he found us a navy work shirt to fit Michael, as well as some good strong work socks. He gave us a good price too, great to have friends in high places.

With our bundles of clothes in hand, we all headed to the clubhouse. Michael was made to put the uniform on immediately we arrived. Michael was now wearing his diapers 24/7, and loving the feeling of being himself at last. He now knew he was queer, and the wearing of diapers as an excuse for not getting married was really an excuse for being queer. Male to male sex was now his passion, and he could not get enough. The diapered threesome slept together every night, and Michael had practically moved in to Johnnies shed. Johnnie did not mind, he loved threesomes, three times the sex, three times the smell of rubber, three times the smell of urine soaked diapers, three times the male odour permeating his nostrils. Michael looked great in his uniform. Mick gave him a set of queerskins braces to finish off the outfit. Now came the training to be a skin. This time it would be Johnnie doing the training, not Mick. Johnnie had started the training of Geoffrey, and was going well, and knew he could handle Michael as well. Michael still ran the car hire business but now wore his diapers and skins gear. His clients were put off at times, but he found he was getting more business from the queers and their friends in the Island. Added to this, his reputation as a diaper wearer, led to many clients from the mainland booking cars through him, with requests to supply diapers and other requirements for use while holidaying in the Island.

Mick and Frankie watched this business grow, and decided that the queerskins could add a few rooms to the clubhouse for use of diaper users and other queerskins to hire out during the holiday season. They got permission to add four rooms to the clubhouse, and word of mouth made sure that summer was a busy period for them. The rooms were pretty bare, and had only a bed, wardrobe, and a night table. Bedding was extra, but few used it, as they usually had a bedroll with them. Mean time, the training of Michael and Geoffrey had progressed well by mid July, and Mick decided that their initiation should be the August bank holiday weekend.

All preparations were made, with both being tattooed over the final 5 weeks, and invitations to all skin groups and friends of both Geoffrey and Michael were given. The bar was well stocked, with an estimated 40 guests expected. Shackles, chains, whip and cages were found for both of them. Bondage and fisting gear bought especially from England by GH for the occasion. Leather dog outfits were also purchased for a little bit of fun with the guys. Yes, this was going to be a night of fun for the group and sheer terror for Michael and Geoffrey, but I knew they would come through it all with flying colours. I knew I had trained them as well as Mick had trained me. In fact, I was surprised how well Michael had taken to the brotherhood. I would not have given Michael a hope in Hades when I had first met him, as I thought him to be a prudish businessman, but he had grabbed the culture with passion and an understanding that amazed and yet made me proud.

There were eight queerskin guests staying at the clubhouse on the night of the initiation. The word had spread far and wide, and we had skins from all over England staying there over the summer months. I actually felt a little pang of sorrow for my pupils as the day finally arrived, as well over fifty guests actually turned up, all wanting to get into the act of mass rape, bondage, torture, fisting, diaper toileting and just getting blind maggoty drunk. The two guys knew they had to survive 24 hours of abuse. They knew they had to remain in their diapers for the full 24 hours regardless of the condition of their diapers, and they knew every guest would use their diapers as a toilet for the 24 hours, as well as all the other debasements they would have to endure.

At 6.00 pm on the Saturday night, the party started, by the guests grabbing Michael and Geoffrey, stripping them down to their diapers and boots, placing them both on the bar spread eagled, with both wrists and ankles secured. One by one, each guest (by order or seniority) then started to kiss, fondle, suck, and stroke each of the uninitiated. This led to a mass rape of each of them, and included me. I relished the sexual rape, as I pounded the arse of each of them, their cavities filled with the juices of umpteen other skins, mixing together, running down their legs, over their boots and on to the floor. They arses sore and pounded, their mouths full of the fluid of life, as each guest abused them in every way imaginable. Using them as a toilet as the beer flowed through their bodies and required to be expelled before drinking more. Filling their diapers, and their mouths. This pack rape went on for over 3 hours before all were satisfied. The uninitiated were allowed to rest for about 30 minutes before they were released from the bar, shackled, and placed into a separate cage each. Each was shackled with chains to neck, wrists, and ankles, with a metal mask placed over their heads. Their mouths were permanently open as a metal tube was attached to the mask. This was for urinating by the guests. The collar was then chained to the cage to limit their movement, so each had to sit up and could not lay down to rest. A but plug was inserted into the anus to keep the juices in, and included a leather tail, so they looked like dogs. They could not speak, could not scream, but could only swallow the urine fed to them by every member of the room. They were pissed on, spat on, urinated into their mouths and face fucked. For two hours they endured this treatment without a murmur. Their diapers were sodden with urine and cumm. Their tails were sticking out the top of their diapers looking ridicules. I felt pride in my pupils. They were passing with flying colours.

Geoffrey was the first brought out of the cage. He was placed on the rack, cuffed and ankle bound, legs and arms spread apart. The rack was on a wheel, so the bound member could be moved to any position. The mask was removed, and all guests were invited to face fuck Geoffrey, or to have him suck them off. Most took up the offer, and Geoffrey endured the ordeal well. The guests continued to use Michael as a toilet during Geoffrey's ordeal. While Geoffrey was racked, Michael was brought from the cage, and placed on a special table brought for the night. It had stirrups set at one end, set wide apart, with body and arm restraints. The fisting was to begin. GH was the first to indulge. He grabbed the special lubricant he had purchased in London, and applied it liberally to Michael's arse, then covered his own arm past the elbow. GH started to feel his way by fingering with one, then two then three fingers, gradually increasing to the full hand. He was an expert at manoeuvring and coxing the anal muscles. He worked them back and forth, and without causing Michael to scream, was inside him and caressing his colon, bringing Michael to a full erection within minutes. GH worked his fist from side to side, up and down, in a circular motion and really worked the anal muscles. It was then that I saw Brownie lubricating himself up, and realised that Michael was going to have to take two fists that night. GH was flexing the anal muscles to allow brownie to join GH inside. Brownie started the same way as GH, with one then two fingers, working to the full hand. This time Michael screamed loudly as Brownie entered his fist, but with GH's expert manipulation, Michael did not split as I had during my initiation fisting. The fisting took on a different style to my own initiation, with one person remaining inside at all times, with a second entering as one pulled out. In all, 14 fists entered Michael that night, without splitting the anal muscles. Geoffrey was not so lucky, and split just before the last person entered. Geoffrey too had a duel fisting, and had 16 fists, and split finally on the 16th.

By this time, it was well into the early hours of the morning and some of the guests had departed. The visiting skins, and the skins from the other Island groups were still there, in various states of inebriation. Some were in the rooms having sex, others asleep on the floor, and the rest toasting their own prowess at fighting, drinking, and partying. Both Michael and Geoffrey had been placed back in their cages fully chained, and were being fully utilised as toilets, but apart from that were being largely ignored. I felt sorry for them. They both looked dreadful. Their diapers were obviously overfull, and leaking in all directions, their rubber over pants were torn, their but plugs had been replaced with the ridicules tails limping out of the top of the diaper, urine had soaked their boots, and they looked absolutely miserable chained to the small cages. However, I also felt pride. They were not lying down shying away from their attackers, they moved forward every time someone came near the cage, and took the penis in their mouths without resistance, without resentment. They were true queerskins, from their bootstraps to their shaven heads. They were my diaperskin slaves. The fun had waned, and the guys left them both alone for the rest of the day apart from the odd toilet trip, so when 6 pm came on Sunday night, They had been able to have a little rest, so were able to bath themselves, although they both needed help to walk and enter the bath. Both slept well that night, and were sore and sorry the next morning, but jubilant they had endured the initiation. Tonight was to be their swearing in and oath taking, their night of joining the blood brotherhood.

Monday night was a rare occasion. Because Geoffrey had been a diaper skin before joining the queerskins, Mick had invited the diaper skins to the oath taking. As well as the diaper skins, there were eight visiting skins from all over England, and the leaders of the other skinhead groups had agreed to turn up, except the extreme right group from the wharf. The wharf now had eight skin groups working, as the summer shipping was at its peak. Mick called the meeting to order at 8 pm. Geoffrey was first to take the oath, followed by Michael. Mick then gave a short speech on a collective hierarchy of skinhead leaders to settle disputes. Then all the members of the queerskins used the queerskins ceremonial dagger to cut their palms and each gripped the hand of the new members, then with each other, renewing their loyalty to each other. Geoffrey and Michael were now fully-fledged queerskins. Max, leader of the diaper skins, came over to Geoffrey and held out his hand. Geoffrey smiled, then grabbed the dagger, and offered it to Max. Max hesitated for a moment, then grinned, and grabbed the dagger, cut his palm and then placed his cut hand into Geoffrey's cut hand.
"Queer or straight, we are diaper skins, but first of all we are skinheads. Be happy Geoffrey, and I will see you on the streets. Blood brother or not, I will still fight you if I need to, but as a blood brother, you will always be able to count on my help when in trouble. You make a good skin, queer or not, and I am proud of you."
"Thanks Max, I have found happiness here, be happy for me. I am truly pleased you agreed to be my blood brother." Max turned and walked out of the club. Geoffrey was elated and had a huge smile on his face. "Drinks are on me," he shouted, so the remaining members all poured their drinks over him, much to his surprise. Now he had to buy them all a drink. Michael was not so stupid; he shut up and enjoyed the drinks, camaraderie, and the pain of being finally a fully initiated skinhead.

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