SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 6 - Diaper Skin Converts

Bruno and Ashley became constant companions over the next 3 weeks Johnnie and Geoffrey were in Southampton. They joined them at the diaper skins club with Dave and Collin. Ashley was the son of a lawyer in the area, but Bruno was the son of a builder's labourer. They had met at a party and had an instant animal attraction to each other, but felt that they had more to give, but did not know where. Now they knew. As diaper skins, they felt they would have a bond for life. Ashley had even bought Bruno a lead and collar, so they would not stand out at the diaper skins club. Geoffrey loved having Bruno around, teaching him the ways of diaper slaves, showing him the diaper ropes. Ashley, although not working class, was a rebellious youth, very angry at his father and at the world in general. He had not been dealt out a brain, and his father virtually disowned him, when he could not pass his GSE to go to university. He therefore had to work to keep himself, and worked as an assistant in an art shop, which is where he had met members of the gay world, and led him ultimately to the Duke's party. Bruno had followed his father's occupation and was a builder's labourer. This explained the muscular build, strong shoulders and slim, neat waist and buttocks, coupled with the powerful legs. Ashley, in contrast, was muscular, but in a different way. He obviously had to work at it, and worked out at the gym. He was well built, but in comparison to Bruno, was not a workingman build.

Although Bruno was the more muscular and masculine of the 2, he was the submissive partner. He wore the collar and leash with pride, and had no problems with stripping down to his diapers on arrival at the club first time. He revelled in the atmosphere, and even though he did not have a shaven head, you could see he fitted in very well. Ashley was more hesitant, but with the rule of diapers and boots only within 30 minutes of arrival, he stripped and became more comfortable in his surroundings. Several of the regular skins approached Ashley and asked if they could rape Bruno. Bruno was all for it, but Ashley was not keen on the idea at first. However, the first skin that approached, offered to allow Ashley his slave to rape, and Ashley, on seeing his slave eventually agreed. The skin's name was dagger, after his brush with the law, when he stabbed a guy several times in a fight. He got 2 years in the slammer for that one, and had just got out of jail. His slave had been in the same jail, and they had been cellmates, and met up again on their release.

Dagger was an angry fucker, rough, and with a strong attitude, but did not hurt or damage Bruno. Bruno had never had sex in that fashion before. Firstly, Dagger had grabbed him and thrown him on the wet room floor. He had pulled his diapers out and pissed into the diaper, making the piss go all over Bruno's arse and lower back, then placed his face inside the diaper, and started to lick and suck Bruno's arse and lick his balls from the rear. This turned Bruno on immensely. He then rubbed his cock up and down Bruno's arse, before finger fucking him. While finger fucking him, he was biting Bruno on the back, neck and ears, then brought his face back to the arse and tongued his arse, to lubricate. Then Dagger started to probe him, gently at first, but becoming more insistent as he became more worked up. He eventually entered him and started to push violently immediately he entered. His huge rough workman's hands moved all over Bruno's body, grabbing scratching and holding, allowing his body to move quickly and violently inside of Bruno. Bruno was starting to breath heavy, and came in his diapers before Dagger, but only momentarily. They lay there together for some time, as their breathing normalised, Dagger remaining inside Bruno as long as he could. Ashley had watched this action, and decided to try and emulate Dagger.

Dagger's slave was called Jig. He had a habit of doing the Irish Jig when the copious amounts of alcohol he normally drunk, took effect. His brush with the law had been when drunk, and had kicked the side of a police car in, when they tried to arrest him. Ashley and Jig retired to the wet room, and lay on the rubber floor. Ashley started to fondle Jig inside his diapers, while sucking and biting Jig on the back, neck and face. Jig was a powerfully built youth of about 19 years. He worked hard on the wharf, and his well-tanned body showed the marks of his work Singlet. His hands were workman rough, callused, and broad. They were like plates of toughened meat. He was rough, tough and took no crap from any one. He had several scars on his face, and body, with most from knives. His nose was bent at several angles, obviously broken several times. Jig could look after himself, and Johnnie was amazed that this guy was submissive and a slave. He would have expected him to be a master. Ashley found that he was starting to get off on Jig. His manly smell, the male pheromone, wafting into his senses, the smell of his sweat, the heady smell of urine from his diapers, Ashley found that he was actually going into a trance like state, doing what comes naturally, exploring licking, sucking, tongue fucking (which he had never done before) and which he found pleasurable, then using his cock, which was now fully extended, to probe Jig's arse, probing then entering slowly, at first, then further and more insistently, harder and harder, then he went out of control. His whole body was writhing, pushing, ever further into Jig. His hands, grabbing, scratching rubbing, exploring. His mouth, licking, biting, sucking. His pleasure was in the sheer brutality of what he was doing, and Jig was responding with violent movements, but with him, not against him. Ashley was enjoying the angry, violence, violence he had pent up inside him, against his father, the world, his employer. All this violence was unleashed into Jig, and Jig took it all and asked for more. Ashley came 3 times. He just kept going. He needed to keep going to get it all out of his system. Jig wanted everything Ashley wanted to give and more. Jig loved violence for violence sake. This coupling with Ashley had allowed Jig to release his own pent up feelings, and had himself cumm twice. Jigs diapers were a sticky cumm filled mess, and he felt proud when he returned to Dagger and Dagger felt inside his diapers. Dagger smiled. His slave had done him proud. He could look every diaper skin master in the face, and say, "That is my slave, and he is the best diaper slave in the muster."

From that night, Ashley and Bruno decided to become diaper skins. As they did not work on the wharfs, they could not join the Southampton diaper skins, so they decided that they would join Johnnie and Geoffrey on the island. Johnnie now had 4 diaper skins in his muster, and would soon have more. The first weekend after their decision to join Johnnie and Geoffrey, they all went shopping for skin gear. They found all they needed, and went back to Dave and Collin's flat to try it all on. Dave and Johnnie then took turns to shave Ashley and Bruno's heads. They looked great in their new look, and both were very proud to have made the decision to be skins. Over the few weeks they had discovered diapers, they had bought a full range of diapers and products, and were wearing diapers most of the time, although not at work. Now both vowed to be diaper skins 24/7, and Johnnie knew they meant it. They had taken to the culture well. Both would need much training, but Johnnie knew he was well up to the task. Ashley and Bruno would join them in the island 2 weeks after Johnnie and Geoffrey returned.

Johnnie and Geoffrey spent every night at the diaper skin club, when not required for lectures or homework. Most weekends GH had something organised, mostly in the evening, so the days were theirs to explore the Army-Navy stores, which there were plenty, and specialist stores selling skin gear, skin boots and diaper products. They had to buy another suitcase to get all their purchases back with them. The skins, had just adopted the Fred Perry shirt as an alternative, and Geoffrey liked the look, and had bought several in the navy with red edging colour. This was the colour of the gay skins in the islands, and Johnnie had decided not to change the colour for the diaper skins, as they too were gay.

The last weekend came too soon for Johnnie and Geoffrey. They had enjoyed the freedom of Southampton, and the camaraderie of the other diaper skins, especially Dave, Collin, Ashley and Bruno. GH had arranged one last orgy at Duke's dungeon, and Johnnie had decided to stay the Monday to allow one last night at the diaper skins club, and any last minute shopping at the diaper store and skin shops. The orgy at Dukes was wild. Ashley and Bruno were there, Dave and Collin were also invited, and had never seen a dungeon, and went ape over it. Dagger and Jig were invited, and they used every piece of equipment more than once. GH had sent a car to pick us all up, and met us there. Jig and Dagger were at it before they were unpacked, and never saw their room all weekend. They just played and fucked, and slept where they lay when tired. Jig was raped by all several times, and seemed to enjoy the bondage most, as he constantly convinced us to chain him up to walls, wheels and boards. Gag masks were his favourite, and loved to be face fucked while wearing them, when chained tightly to the wheel. Bruno too loved the cages in the slave room, and both Jig and Dagger acted as the cellmates when we were all imprisoned for the first night. Again, Duke had brought in his friendly jailers. We all got the rough prison treatment, and although very realistic, was fun, once the pain subsided. Dagger and Jig used physical abuse during the jailing, slapping and punching us, and this did make the jailing more realistic, and actually more sexually stimulating.

Dagger and Jig forced everyone to gang rape the unfortunate victim at the time. Gang raping in jails was different to gang raping in the skins clubs or during initiations. Violence was used to make the victim submit. It made no difference if the victim was a master, submissive or top. If it was your turn, you were grabbed violently, your clothes ripped off, punched and kicked into the position they wanted you. The jailers also used their batons and boots on the prisoners, and many a head was split open that night. The sexual act was also painful and violent, rough and brutal. What surprised Johnnie was that when the others were forced to be part of the gang rape, they were as brutal and violent as Jig, Dagger and the jailers. Prison sex is not a one on one, normally. It is a collection of frustrated violent animals, which only want one thing, and do not care if the victim dies in the process of their getting all they want. This jail scene demonstrated to Johnnie how and why it could happen. Johnnie was reluctant at first, but was surprised how violent he became when he joined the gang rape for the first time, and how quickly his anger and pent up feelings took over on subsequent rapes. The rapes consisted of rough fucking, sometimes with 2 cocks entering the anus at one time, fist fucking, face fucking, the victim made to pull other guys off at the same time and then having the guy blow all over his face and chest.

We all had fun in the wet room. Piss flew in all directions. In diapers, down funnels, over each other with golden showers. Pissing in each other's mouths, inside each other's boots and diapers, we all were soggy messes when we finished. Jig and Dagger, slept on the wet room floor, curled up together, covered in urine, and we all pissed on them while they slept in their alcoholic state. They knew nothing, and could not care a dam. Jig had on the rubber gas mask, with a tube attached, and Dagger had his cock inserted into the tube. This is how they slept for several hours. Monday morning arrived, and GH had his car take us all back to Southampton early, as Dagger, Jig, Dave and Collin had to start at 6am on the wharf. They had showered, but they were well under the weather, and the smell of whisky was overpowering on all of them.

Geoffrey and I decided to do the rounds of the Army/Navy stores, and found some used military gas masks with the attached hose. We bought one, and also a rubber diving suit. It was the tight fitting style used by frogmen, and would be great fun in the bedroom. The skin shop had the same stocks as before, but I decided to buy a couple of shirts, on Geoffrey's insistence, to replace my navy work shirts on special occasions. I decided to buy the new Fred Perry style, only white with the navy and red trim on the collar and cuff. I also bought 2 new sets of braces in the elastic style in the navy and red. Geoffrey was interested in the range of patches, and saw one with a pin held by a stork. It was the same as the diaper skins had at the club. We decided to buy several and use it along with the dagger as our muster patch. The dagger would be on the right arm, with the stork patch on the left. It was then we decided that our motto would be "Wet and Angry", and ordered large patches for the back of our bomber jackets, and extras for future diaper skins in our group. The shop was happy to hold this design for us, and for us to order when required by mail.

Our final stop was the diaper shop. This shop was a fetish shop for the gay members of society, and had recently expanded into adult diapers. His range was quite large, and we revelled in the abundance of diaper products. The latest in nylon over pants was available, as was the new disposable style. I was reluctant to change to either or both, as the smell of the rubber turned me on, and the terry towelling diapers soaked up the urine well. However, Geoffrey talked me into buying a supply of both, saying they would be better for daytime use, and the others could still be used at night and for play. I reluctantly agreed, and we filled our extra suitcase with diaper supplies, again getting agreement to supply on mail order as required.

This done, it was back to the flat to shower and change, ready to party at the diaper club. As we arrived at the flat, we heard sobbing in the main bedroom. I went in, with Geoffrey standing outside, waiting to find out what was going on. Collin was on the bed in his working gear, laying face down, sobbing his heart out. It took quite a while to calm him down and to find out what was wrong. Apparently, both he and David were working on a team on the wharf, loading machinery into a freighter. David was in the hold, guiding the nets down, with Collin at the top of the hold. The net gave way, and David was killed when the machinery crushed him. Geoffrey was listening outside the door, and rushed in and cradled Collin in his arms when he heard the explanation. Both began sobbing uncontrollably, and I decided to leave them to their grief, and contact GH. We would not be returning to the island for a few more days.

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