SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 8 - The Dungeon

It was several weeks before Sid came back to the group on the viability of a dungeon. He found that with the small number of local queers in the Island, viability in winter would be poor, however, if a membership was run, this could help keep it afloat till the summer, when numbers would swell, and profits could be made. Sid's idea was to make it a health club front, with the dungeon as an added bonus for members and their guests. The health club would be open to all, but the dungeon to queers only.

The crew debated the idea and threw in ideas of their own, with the meeting going well into the small hours of the morning. Sid had even found the ideal place to rent. There was a warehouse near the markets that backed onto the rock face. It was big enough to run a gymnasium, but the back area had an old wine cellar which went back about 200 ft into the rock. It was bricked over at present with a wooden door access. He had talked the real estate agent into letting him see beyond the door. It was wet and dank, dark as Hades, with no power at present, but would be ideal for a real dungeon experience. With small clean ups, some power in the right places, steel bars and doors, the area could be made to be an ancient bondage, jail, torture or cage room. The atmosphere would be naturally moist and dank, a must for dungeons. The rental was low, as the property had been on the market for many years without any prospective tenants.

As for equipment, Sid had contacted the shops Johnnie had suggested, and with gym equipment, iron grills, gates, doors, cages, bondage racks etc, the crew would need about £3000. The return in the first year for memberships and casual guests would be about £8000, with overheads of about £7500, made up of rent and staff, and equipment repairs. Revenue would be expected to increase yearly as more Islanders found out about the gym. Sid recommended that the venture be considered as viable. The crew had around £7000 in their club account, from hire of the truck, the garage, and member contributions. A vote was taken and passed by an overwhelming majority. Only one person did not vote and that was Collin, as he had not taken the crew's vows as yet, but was due to become a member within the month.

Garth was placed in charge of setting up the gym and dungeon with Sid. Gordon Hillary-Smyth was employed to be manager of the "SKINGYM". It was found that much of the gym equipment could be leased, allowing more money to be placed into fittings such as carpet and locker rooms etc. Special locker rooms were allocated to queer members, with a couple of anti-rooms off them with all the necessary equipment for frolics. But the dungeons were special. To get to them, you had to have a special pass, and once inside, you beheld a living hell. Water dripped from the walls, chains were riveted into the granite walls with 12" spikes. Chains hung from the curved ceiling, with a lowering chain attached to the wall with a spiked wheel. Cages lay in several spots riveted with 12" spikes to the floor, hardly big enough for a person to get into, some with spikes on the inside to discourage movement, steel and wooden racks lay around the walls, iron masks lay upon them. At the rear and darkest spot in the dungeon, were the jails. 4 cells, without a bed, chains to make lying down impossible, and no toilet facilities. These cells were tiny, designed for those wanting medieval torture and experience. Members and guests could rent these experiences for the night or for longer periods. Power was not available, as it was decided that to make the experience more lifelike, fire lamps would be used, and a funnel to extract the smoke and fumes was put in.

Collins vows night was opening night of the gym and dungeons. The entire Island queers and skinheads were invited. 400 people turned up, many from England who had heard of the new dungeon club and wanted to try it out first. Collin took his vows, and after the cut with the dagger and mixing with the crew, was then the first to be shackled and chained and hoisted to the roof. He remained there for about 30 mins upside down, while everyone checked out the dungeon. GH was so proud. It was his suggestion we keep it powerless and use the fire lanterns, and this definitely gave it atmosphere. Most were dressed in leather, slave gear, rubber, diapers, skin gear and some in their own chains. The night became a night of torture, debauchery, jailing and slave caging. People were fucking, fisting and generally blind drunk, there were no comforts in the dungeon, but it made no difference. The floor was hewn out of solid granite, and as cold as the arctic, but it did not stop them. All, with the wall chains being most used, used the equipment as it allowed chained persons to be raped incessantly by all and sunder. Collin did not escape the customary rape of the crew, but was protected from others, as he was already a skinhead, just not a crewmember until today. The other skinhead groups used the jail. Although supposedly straight, the sounds coming from the cells were definitely of pain and suffering from pack rape, and there were no females there that night. GH had to employ a fellow queer to manage the dungeon while he was away. The dungeon became a 24hr venue for the queers and skinheads of the island. Later, the rockers started to use the dungeon, and became more frequent as time went by.

Within a year the dungeon was taking 3 times the money of the gym, but the gym was a necessary front to keep the moralists at bay. Gym memberships remained at the same price all year, whereas the dungeon membership rose 3 times to twice the cost of the gym. It was lucrative, and an added attraction to encourage skins from England to visit the Island and our accommodations at the clubhouse. Casual memberships (always the cost of a full membership but unbeknown to the visitor) gave us the cream to allow us to remain open all year round. The sexual acts carried out while chained, caged, flogged, hung or jailed were exhaustive and would have filled an encyclopaedia. Straight, Bisexual, diapered, queer or right wing, it made no difference. They all came, and all carried out homosexual acts on each other. All used the facilities to their fullest, and on the weakest in their groups or crews. The strong prey on the week, and this goes for all men regardless of their sexual beliefs. Groups of men on bachelor parties would book their party at the dungeon and fuck each other all night, with no stripper making an appearance. They were as violent and masochistic as the skins, even more so, as they felt they had to show their masculinity while fucking their mate, and sucking off another.

As for GH, his father had given him up for dead. After 6 years of studying law at Oxford, he had taken on managing a gym. For GH, it was the ideal place for him to find bed mates and playmates. The local closet queens flocked to the gym allowing him a smorgasbord to choose from. His gaydar was very accurate. His father used the gym regularly, unaware of the rear happenings. The local police never interfered, and worked on the premise that no complaints, meant no problems, even though they often used the back facilities themselves. It allowed them to vent their frustrations from the job, GH was told. GH still made regular visits to Duke on the mainland.

It was 12 months since the crew had opened the dungeon. They were celebrating their success at the clubhouse, when the sound of breaking glass was heard. Light lit up the windows, and small explosions could be heard. The crew ran out to investigate, and were confronted by about 20 skinheads with batons, iron bars and knives, and the scene of fire coming from the garage. The queerskins and diaper skins had now swelled to around 16 members, but knew they were in for the fight of their life. Mick shouted to Johnnie and Geoffrey to get to the garage and try and put out the fire, while the rest protected the clubhouse. Johnnie and Geoffrey fought like demons to get to the garage, but were constantly beaten back. Eventually Geoffrey managed to get inside and lock the side door, and what he saw scared him. 1 car was well alight, the office was destroyed, and the fire was edging towards the oil store. He used everything he could and kept the fire at bay until the fire brigade arrived, and seeing the fight, started hosing the garage and the fight pack at the same time. The police arrived about the same time, and knew whom to arrest. They all knew the queer skins from the dungeon, and finally rounded up the last rogue skin, who fought to the last. The garage was badly damaged, but not destroyed, and business was resumed within a week. The insurance company covered the customers' car, even though it was classed as arson, but the insurance salesman was a regular gym and dungeon member. The fire ended up being a blessing, as rebuilding allowed improvements and additional accommodation for visiting skins.

Injuries were many and varied, but mostly minor. Geoffrey was the worst of the injured with many burns to his face and hands. They were mostly minor, but one area on his hand was 3rd degree, and required surgery. Geoffrey was off work for nearly 3 months. Johnnie worked the garage mostly alone, with Frank assisting him with heavier or more difficult tasks as required. The queer skins and diaper skins were getting many requests to join their ranks, and Mike was being very particular about checking them out. Most were members of the dungeon club, and had seen and met the queer skins and diaper skins at the club. Many had been raped or had sexual encounters with the crew, and had decided they too wanted to be skins.

Mike had a full crew at the wharf, and did not require more members. Collin had been with the crew for over 12 months, and was fully settled in with Geoffrey. Michael had worked the wharf during the summer months and on occasional times through the winter, and was actually enjoying the work. Michael had become a proficient lover and diaper slave. Johnnie did not have to prompt him at any time to carry out his slave duties, and used punishment almost as a reward. Michael now used Geoffrey's dog kennel, and slept in it every night after his masters' needs were taken care of. Johnnie had purchased special clothing for Michael while on one of his trips to Southampton. He now had a dog suit, which when on, would not allow him to stand, but only to be on all fours. He could still wear his diapers, and Johnnie loved fucking him in this outfit. This was coupled with a full-face muzzle with ears, a tail which was a but plug, designed to come out of his diapers at the top. Michael wore this when put to bed in his dog kennel at night. He was very proud of his dog suit. It was made of all rubber, and he often wore it at the dungeon much to the admiration of many of the other members.

Collin too had his own slave outfit. Geoffrey had purchased him a pair of rubber chaps, with chastity locks, chest slave chains, a dog collar with 3 rings, and a dog lead. This was teamed with rubber boots and a rubber full-face mask with eye and mouth holes, zipped up the back. Both Collin and Michael wore their skin gear during daytime, but always used their slave gear at the dungeon. Their diapers were always worn 24/7 and looked great under their slave gear, especially Collin, with the diapers showing well from the rear of the chaps. The rubber over pants fitted in well with the black rubber outfits.

Johnnie was nearing the end of his apprenticeship, and was due to head off to Southampton again to complete his training. Collin too had to go to Southampton, but still had 1 more year. Johnnie was now 18 years old, strong, muscular, and very self assured. He was still only 5'8" tall, but was a match for any man bigger than himself in a fight. Although a young man of means these days, he was still a workingman, and no amount of money would ever change that. The diaper skins of Southampton had invited them to stay at their club while in England, with the invitation extended to Michael and Collin. It was decided they would all go and make it a holiday as well. For Collin, it would be a chance to see old mates from the wharf. It would also give them all a chance to extend their diaper gear and slave gear, and they were looking forward to shopping in the speciality shops. Sid also asked them to purchase some new gear for the dungeon. Duke would help them here, and already organised a few dungeon parties for them when they arrived. Life looked great, but life has it's own way of twisting fate.

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