Chapter Four
At the end of the summer I set off for University, having already received a good bit of education from my new friends. Tom had started me off on a training regime to help me build muscle, which included weights, swimming, and running and Freddy had me attend a few more sessions. The night before I left, Freddy took me for dinner and presented me with a pair of leather trousers and a beautiful leather whip with a pearlised handle.
I settled in at University quite quickly, although my look seemed to unnerve more than a few people. Although the community was close knit, I soon discovered a lot of pubs and clubs where I could get away from the rarefied air of the collage and meet 'Real' people. Soon I was drinking regularly with other skins who, after they got over the fact that I was a student, accepted me as one of their own. For the first time I started to understand what being a skinhead means. I learned about the total commitment they have, not just to their mates but also to other skinheads. Even though they were all straight, and to different degrees homophobic, they soon treated me as one of their own.
One night, five of us were in a pub in the centre of the town when a bunch of about 20 students came in, the usual type, but they were making a lot of noise and basically being a pest. People were getting fed up with them and when they saw one of our lot looking over they started to talk loudly about Muck mixing with civilised people. One of them looked towards us and said "Common labourers who don't know their place", but he said it in Latin, which got a great deal of laughter from his friends. I ignored it, but later when he went into the toilet I followed him. He was standing at a stall when I went in so I tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned I head-butted him, breaking his nose and as he fell I said "Empty headed children with no sense of how to behave in civilised company", but I said it in Greek. I walked out of the toilet and said to his friends "You better help your friend, looks like he slipped and hurt himself". They carried him out of the toilet and he kept saying, "He hit me, he hit me, AND he speaks Greek"
The barman went round to see what was going on, but the last thing he wanted was trouble. He told them that since there were no witnesses, the police wouldn't be interested and got them out of the bar.
One of the guys I had got to know told me that if I wanted to meet other gay skins I really should go to London and he told me of a couple of places where I might find them. A few weeks later I went up to London on a Friday night and found a bar that was pretty busy with skins. I talked to a few and pretty soon I was feeling very much at home.
I was talking to a Scottish skin called Chick and we were having a good laugh. I was watching the time for my last train, but Chick suggested that I crash at his place, then he could show me some of the other places on the Saturday. It made sense so I agreed then had a few more pints before we headed back to his flat in Tottenham. Chick was a really good-looking guy, about my build, and 5 years older. Back at the flat we killed a couple of cans each and started talking about tattoos. I showed him the two I had, an eagle on my left bicep and a fist on my right. He stood up and pulled of his shirt to show that he had three on each arm and two that seemed to come over each shoulder, and then he turned to show me his back. He had one big tattoo that practically covered his back of a phoenix rising from a mass of flames. The flames were done in red and yellow and the phoenix rose, wings outstretched so that each wing curved over his shoulders.
He looked so sexy that I said "Better cover yourself; otherwise I'll have your arse." He just laughed and said, "If you want it, you'll have to take it." I stood up and put my arms round him, but he grabbed my wrist, spun round and I ended up with my right arm up my back and my head in the crook of his arm. He leaned forward and whispered, "Still think you can take me?" He let me go and said, "If we are going to settle this, best do it right, let's go through the spare room" I followed him through to another room that was carpeted but unfurnished, although I still wasn't sure what we were going to settle. He started to strip off, so I did the same. When we were naked he faced up to me beckoning me forward. I rushed him and grabbed him around the waist and lifted him off the floor and swung him so that I could drop him on the floor and fall on top of him. He quickly knocked me off and got on my chest waving his dick in my face saying" Look at it now, 'cos you wont see it when it's up your arse"
Realising finally what I was fighting for gave me renewed strength and I unseated him and turned him onto his face and got on top, aiming my dick at his arse but he bucked his hips throwing me off. We each gained and lost control several times but after about 40 minutes we were both tiring and I suppose I relaxed for a second because the next thing I knew I was on my face, my left arm in a lock and I couldn't move. Chick leaned forward and said "Take it easy or take it hard, but you're going to take it." He kicked my legs apart then, still holding my arm, he wet his dick and pushed it at my crack. I felt the head go in and I thought he was ripping my arse open from top to bottom. Slowly he pushed into me eventually getting it all in. It was about 6" long but felt three times that size. He pulled back slowly taking about half of it out then pushed back a bit more forcefully making me to grunt. Again he withdrew and pushed again. After this happened a few times I realised that it was getting a bit easier and realised that his lube was greasing my hole. Slowly the pain subsided and I started to feel a warmth that was a real turn-on and I started to get hard myself. Unconsciously I started to push back to meet his thrusts and soon I was humping air as he pumped his dick into me. He pulled out and turned me on my back then stuck his dick into me again, but this time he hit my prostate, driving me crazy. At the same time he was tweaking my nipples and pulling on my dick. He leaned forward and kissed me and the shock was such that I just opened my mouth letting him stick his tongue into my mouth. When I finally pushed back my tongue slid past his teeth and into his throat. I was getting higher and higher and finally my cock exploded in his hand. At the same time his cock seemed to swell even bigger and I felt it pulsing as he shot his spunk up me.
Slowly, we relaxed and eventually he slipped out and we just cuddled. "Finally he said, "You're a tight fuck, obviously you haven't done it much". I just laughed and said "I've never done it before, and I've never kissed anyone either". He raised his head and looked at me then said, "Well, what did you think?" "It was great", I said, "but I enjoyed it because you were stronger than me, I couldn't just do it with anyone" Chick laughed and said' "Yes, I know what you mean, I don't mind getting my arse fucked by a real man" After a while we went through to the bedroom and got into bed. Pretty soon I started to get a hard-on so I turned and cuddled against him. He didn't move away, so I wet my dick and pushed forward sliding into his crack and opening his arsehole. He pushed back and I slid in first time and started humping him while pulling on his dick with my hand. This time it was slower, steadier, and when I started biting at his ear he swivelled on my dick so that he was on his back and his legs over mine, like he was sitting on my lap. We were able to eat each other's mouth again. When I came it was every bit as good as the first time, and we relaxed into each other's arms and fell asleep.
Next day Chick took me to some of the other good places although, as it was afternoon, most of them were quiet. He had invited me to stay another night but I had to be back first thing on Sunday so I had to leave Saturday night. At about 4 pm we were in a pub and Chick said "Fancy a bit of fun before you go back?" I'm always ready so I said yes and he pointed a skinhead out who was standing at the end of the bar and said, "His name is Pete and he's up for anything". Chick went over and spoke to him, pointing towards me and Pete nodded his head. Chick brought him over and introduced us. He referred to me as 'Finn the skin' and that was when the name was created. We went back to the flat. In the spare room we all undressed and as Pete straightened up after taking his trousers off, Chick swung a punch catching him in his stomach and dropping him to the floor. At first I thought I had missed something, maybe Pete had said or done something, but as Chick started kicking him (with bare feet), Pete rolled over and opened his legs giving Chick a better shot at his balls. I was so turned on I took a kick at him myself and when I put my foot on his face he started licking at me. Chick grabbed him and dragged him into the bathroom and while he lay on the floor, Chick pissed all over him. I was desperate to do the same but my dick was so hard I couldn't get a stream running at first. Finally as Chick was slowing off, I got it flowing and Pete rolled over and opened his mouth. I nearly came then, but Chick pulled him again into the room and made him get on his hands and knees. He started fingering Pete's arse sticking three fingers into him right away. Pete moaned and pushed back. Soon Chick was pushing all five fingers in and in front of my eyes his hand slid right into Pete's arse. I couldn't believe what I saw but I wanted to try it too. Chick showed me how to hold my hand while it went in and told me what to do once it was home. Slowly I balled my hand then rotated my wrist watching his hole shape itself around me.
When I took it out, Chick got me to lie on my back then he lay down with his legs over mine and our cocks together. Pete stood up, positioned himself and sat down taking both of our dicks at once. Feeling another cock rub against yours while you fuck is unbelievable; we pummelled into his arse for as long as it took for us to climax together, although I suspect Chick held back for me; as we started to come, Chick started slapping Pete's face hard, so I slapped him a few times across the back of his head. When we withdrew our cocks were pretty shitty, but Chick made Pete lick us both clean, then he ordered him into the bathroom to clean the cold piss off the floor with his tongue. We went into the sitting room and had a beer and when Pete was finished he crawled into the room and lay at our feet. At one point. Chick told him to stick his arse in the air; he had a surprise for him. When Pete raised his arse, Chick burnt him with his cigarette making him scream and we both had a laugh watching him try to ease it by wetting his fingers and dab at the growing blister.
Soon I had to leave and Chick asked Pete if he wanted to go or hang about for three mates who were coming round later. Pete decided to stay; maybe we didn't hit him hard enough.
Next day I was back in my college room and I thought of how my life was shaping up. I was enjoying the work at University, and had made some mates among my fellow-students, I had made friends with some good local skinheads and now I had made at least one good contact in the scene in London. Things were good.
Chapter 5
Over the rest of that year my life continued, developing slowly. I was still getting on great with the local skins and I was making new friends through Chick whenever I visited London. I also returned home every 2 months or so and each time I would meet up with Freddy and he would introduce me to people he knew. It was obvious that Freddy was developing some sort of love for me or something, which didn't interest me at all, but I really liked him. He offered me all sorts of gifts and bribes but I was never tempted. I accepted small gifts but I never took a penny from him or anyone else, I had realised long before that if I ever took payment from a guy for servicing him, it took the control from me and gave it to him, he would decide what he wanted for his money and I would be expected to perform accordingly. Doing it my way I could do or not do as I felt. If a guy was boring me I could zip up and leave.
During the summer holidays I worked part of the time then spent some time in Amsterdam following a guide set out for me by Chick, and he didn't disappoint me, he sent me to some great clubs and bars. I ended up staying longer than I had intended after I met a guy who took me back to a large house where he had the ground floor and basement. He had the best playroom I had ever seen, with cages, various pulleys, not only for raising and lowering but also for pulling sideways, an area tiled and drained for water treatment and water sports and two small 'prison cells'. He particularly liked water sports and mummification, of which he explained the basics to me. He liked to be totally wrapped in Clingfilm with only his cock and balls bared for torture. Using my imagination, I got some flannelette sheets and tore them into strips, which I wrapped around his body, but this time I only exposed his balls, and covering his cock. I put him on a board then repeated the process with the Clingfilm then duck tape so that the only openings were for his mouth, his nose and his balls.
Fitting the board to two pulleys, I raised him into the air and left him there. I fed him on liquid which contained vitamins and sugars to give nourishment, but which also contained, without him knowing diuretics. I fed him several litres of water a day and he pissed every drop back out. Since his cock was wrapped into the bandages though, it meant that for the next five days he just got wetter and ranker every day. Whenever I was in I would play with his balls, sometimes turning him so that he was suspended face down and fit weights to his scrotum: other times I would just torment him, heating a spoon over a flame then holding it to his balls, one time flicking them with an elastic band.
When I released him after the five days he smelled vile and was starting to get body sores but he was happy, in the mean time I had the run of his house for free, even taking other punters back to the playroom while he hung there hearing what was going on.
When I returned home, I told Freddy in great detail about the playroom and the fun I had had, and three months later when I went back, Freddy couldn't wait to take me into his cellar to show me what he had done. He had fitted a complete playroom with everything I could imagine. There were six cages of different sizes; some like a dog cage that would need the sub to crouch like an animal, but another where he would have to stand, being only about 3' by 2' floor space. One was a solid metal box with no window, for complete darkness. Lots of pulleys were fitted along with two slings and an improved fuck-table, with restraints in different places for choice, stirrups and pulleys for either body or ball stretching. A separate room had a tiled floor and walls and was fitted with floor drains; there was a hose with a dildo-shaped fitting for irrigation and a bath with a metal barred lid so that a sub could be locked into it.
He showed me a door in the far corner that led directly to his garden and gave me a key, telling me I should use it any time I wanted. I was so pleased I ordered him onto his knees to lick my boots. Stripping him bare, I tried out several of the new fittings, suspending him hands-and-feet from two pulleys, putting him on the tiles and pissing in his mouth and after beating him for about two hours, putting him into a sling and giving him a good fucking. I never did use the room without telling him first (he didn't like to be asked) and a couple of years later had the best 21 st birthday party anyone could have in it.
Near the end of my second year I was looking for computer software to help my studies. Despite my best efforts I realised that what I wanted didn't exist. I had discovered a niche in the market and decided to exploit it. I took advice, made a plan and decided to start a small company. I had everything but enough money. Over the past two years I had built up my body and was pretty fit. I had also toughened myself in other ways, able to stand pain as well as dish it out although never for sexual pleasure. I had met a guy called Jim who had just left the army. He was more or less straight, but he loved to strip naked and just bend over while I beat his arse with a bunch of twigs until he bled, with him wanking himself at the same time. We had started boxing, and after I had got him used to fighting back, I learnt a great deal from him. I had also decided a long time before to have my nipples pierced. Rather than get it done professionally I got a needle, sterilised it, and did both myself. It wasn't really sore but steeling myself to do it had been a great lesson. I put a horizontal bar through each nipple: I have since put in vertical bars behind the original ones.
In my search to make money I heard of bare-knuckle fighting where good money could be made on side bets. I let my hair grow a bit and made myself look a bit 'Nerdy' and managed to get involved in the circle. I looked an unlikely candidate and using my poshest accent made me seem even more unlikely as a fighter, so my friends were able to get really good odds. The fight was a lot harder than I prepared for and my body was a bit of a mess when it was over but I won, and made a few thousand pounds in the process. It took several weeks for my body to get back to normal, and I decided to go for it again. Choosing a different part of the country, we did it again and made even more money. Unfortunately, I was doing too well, and in such a close knit group my success was soon being talked about all over the place. Soon most regulars knew not to bet against the 'Upper-class twit' so I had to give it up before I had all the money I needed. When Freddy heard what I was up to, he was disappointed because not only had I not told him of my business plans but also I hadn't given him a chance to watch me fight. He offered the money I needed and I was too quick to refuse. I didn't want to be beholding to anyone but he explained that he would make proper investment, be a minority shareholder and not interfere. I had to admit it was tempting and I soon accepted.
I soon had my company up and running, with the day-to-day management being done by an old family friend who also put money up front: he had some experience in the field we were entering. I was able to get back into my studies and leave everything to others: I was also able to get back into having a bit of fun. I headed for London and picked up Chick and a few other friends and we went to Brighton for the weekend. On the first night we met a gang of skins from Somerset and had a great night drinking and fucking. We bought a load of drink and went down the beach and got rat-arsed on beer and cider before heading back to the boarding house. I ended up with two guys in my room and although neither of them was into serious pain, I did get to smack one guy's arse before fucking him while his mate sucked him off. The mate was really into water sports and wanted me to piss into his arse. I didn't think it a great idea because the bathroom was down the hall and I didn't fancy explaining a piss-stained carpet and sheets. Then I had an idea: I put a condom on then stuck my dick into his arse. It took a good bit of concentration but I was finally able start pissing. I could feel the condom swell around me and when I finished I gripped the end of the condom, slipped my cock out and managed to tie it off with hardly a drop spilled. The guy loved the feeling of his arse being full of piss without it being able to leak out. I then stuck my dick back into him and shagged him so hard the fucking condom burst and soaked the bed anyway. On the Saturday Chick, another top called Ian and myself spent all afternoon fucking a young skin one after the other. By the second time I fucked his arse was wide open and red raw, but we kept going, finally Ian fisted him and he passed out. We got him dressed and when he was semi-conscious we got him out of the boarding house, down to the cliffs, and handed him over to another gang of skinheads to play with.
On the Saturday night a crowd of us went for a pint and ended up having a running street battle with some bikers, great fun although a few of our lot did get hurt. I saw one big guy looking at me so I ran up a side street knowing he would follow. Once in the darken area, I turned and faced him. He charged me but I side stepped him and tripped him bringing him down. Two kicks in the ribs took the wind out of him and as he rolled over I managed a good kick at his balls. He screamed, curled up then started throwing up. At that point we heard the police sirens and, stopping to grab our wounded mates we disappeared into the night.
It was the last good time I had before I settled down to my exams.
Chapter 6
I was into my final year and things were going well. One thing that always struck me as strange about Chick was, despite all out escapades together, he had a regular boyfriend called Paddy whom he referred to as "The Boy". The boy was totally faithful to Chick, and did everything asked of him. No one, including me was allowed to lay a finger (or anything) on Paddy, and they had been together for over five years. While I was tempted by some of the things they got up to, I had never met anyone that I wanted to develop a relationship with, preferring to find fresh meat. There were a few people I had been seeing at regular intervals over the past few years, but my attitude was about to change. One night I saw a guy about 20 years of age in a pub; his name was Mark. He wasn't a skinhead, in fact he had long fine hair, but he was the most beautiful thing I had seen.
We looked at each other, but I dismissed him for his hair and dress and he was scared of me and nothing happened. Our paths crossed several times over the next few months and he made it more and more plain that he wanted me: I, however, was determined not to get involved with anyone who wasn't a skin. He asked a few people what he had to do to get me interested, and one night he sent someone to ask if he could speak to me. I sat at a table and called him over and he confessed that he wanted to hand his life over to me. He was totally inexperienced in discipline, but he had wanted to learn for a long time and he was asking me to accept him as a trainee. I told him that the first thing he would have to change was his look and he readily agreed.
I told him to go and buy boots and jeans and report to my flat the following Saturday at 7pm. At exactly 7 o'clock my doorbell rang and I opened to see him standing there, eager but nervous. He showed me his purchases and I told him to strip off. When he was naked I got a razor and shaving foam and removed every part of body hair except for his head. I told him of the importance of keeping his body as I demanded and he assured me of his total dedication. I told him to put his boots on and stand in front of me. I couldn't wait to get my hands on that perfect body and slowly train him to accept my demands. I knew I couldn't rush it, that it would take many months, but I relished the challenge. Finally I was ready to cut his hair. I put a sheet of plastic down and told him to kneel. I was so fucking randy I could hardly contain myself. At the last minute I decided to strip naked too.
As I turned on the clippers I decided to stick my dick into his mouth and face-fucked him while I changed him from a pretty little boy with shoulder-length hair to an apprentice skin with a No.1 haircut. It was sexy as fuck. I wanted so much to shoot my load into his mouth, but at the last moment I pulled out and spread my cum over his head and rubbed it onto his scalp before letting him lick my hand. He then took my drooping cock back into his mouth and cleaned me off.
I pulled him to his feet, kissed him hard for the first time then lifted him by his waist. He automatically wrapped his legs around me and I carried him to my bed. I was determined to test him so I got my cock hard and raised his legs to let me stick my dick into his tight little arse. I wet it slightly but then I used a lot of force to ram it right in. His face twisted in pain but he never said a word. As I fucked him hard I played with his balls and nipples, inflicting a fair bit of pain but judging what he could take and how much training he would need. It was obvious that he was very inexperienced but really keen to learn. Too quickly I felt him climax and his arse tighten on my dick, causing me to cum at the same time as he did, a good beginning. Over the next few weeks he visited me every time I ordered it, and his training began. A few months later I was getting ready for my twenty-first birthday. I had been thinking for ages about a large tattoo for my back. I had already added a Celtic symbol in black and red to each pec and a flame pattern 'Coming out' of my belly button. After a lot of ideas I had decided on a scene of a winged horse rearing onto his hind legs. The horse would rise up my back and the wings would spread over my shoulder blades. When the tattoo artist drew it to my description I was amazed how good it looked, but got him to add a healthy dick and bollocks. When anyone asked me what I wanted as a birthday present I just told them to chip in for the tattoo and I had it done two weeks before my birthday so that it would be healed on time. The tattooist wanted to do it in two or three sessions, but I had it all done at once, the sorest thing I ever did in my life, worse than any bare knuckle fight.
I planned three parties, one with the 'Decent' guys I had got to know at university, a second with my skinhead mates and the third, a mass orgy with my gay skin mates at Freddy's playroom. The first one consisted of getting drunk and listening to music while telling stories and making each other laugh. For the second, I planned something a bit special. A straight skin called Alec had approached me some time previously for information on training a fighter he was working on. I had helped as much as I could, and when I planned my birthday I challenged Alec to put his boxer up against Jim, the ex squaddie. On the night we gathered in an abandoned factory where I had laid in a large supply of beer. At the appointed time a ring was drawn on the floor and the protagonists brought forward. I whispered in Jim's ear that if he lost on my birthday I would never give him another whipping and he nodded silently. As I was 'Lord of the Feast', I decreed at the last minute that they should fight naked, except for boots. Alec's boy was wearing 16-hole DMs, but Jim had opted for army boots. The fight was long and bloody, with each man badly injured, but in the end Jim was left standing. He turned and looked at me and I nodded slightly. He then gave three pulls on his dick and spunked over his victim, raising a great cheer from the straight guys watching.
On the day before my last party I took Mark home and introduced him to my parents. I took him to Freddy's house and had him watch while Robert and I had a session on Freddy. I did this for two reasons, firstly to let him have an idea of his ultimate destiny and secondly to make him realise that he would see me having sex with others and he had to accept it. Freddy told me that he wanted a private word with me, but it should wait until after my party. On the night a bus and several cars arrived carrying my mates. Freddy was in heaven; the only favour he asked was that any spunk that was spilled would be his to lick up. Mark was a bit afraid but I ordered him to attend. We had 36 hours of unadulterated lust and sex. Two subs were chained to a wall purely for whipping, which most did at one stage or another. Two more were cuffed into slings and were used frequently, while another 3 spent the whole 36 hours in the toilet area ready to take anything available. By the end of it we were worn out; if it wasn't for a little bit of speed we wouldn't have lasted as long as we did and now it was wearing off. When everyone had left and Freddy had licked up every spot he could find he sat down with me and told me that we had a small problem. I was aware that although the company had been growing steadily in turnover and we had taken on three more staff, the overheads were always higher than expected and we weren't getting the profits we expected. Freddy had been a bit more suspicious and had the books examined by his own accountant. Basically our manager was ripping us off. I went home and slept then I thought about what had to be done. When I made my plan I went back to Freddy and told him what we had to do. He accepted my idea immediately.
The following morning we went with the accountant to the office and faced the manager with our facts. He started to deny, get angry, threaten us with a lawsuit. I quietly explained that we had absolute proof, but if he were willing to resign immediately renouncing any claim for redundancy and forfeiting his shares and company pension we would not press charges.
I offered him the chance to discuss it with his lawyer but he knew he was beaten and he signed the papers we had prepared. All I said to him was that I felt betrayal from a friend more than being cheated by an employee. We left as quietly as we entered, the accountant taking over the running of the company with the day to day help of the secretary until I would be able to take full time control in 3 months time. On the way back to university I stopped off at a street market and bought a bright red anorak with white flashes and a pair of trainers.
Two months later, just before our annual accounts were due, Freddy came down to visit. I invited a few friends round. We sat around talking, laughing and drinking, although, unknown to my guests, my vodka and soda was only soda. Half an hour after they went, about 11pm, I left quietly and walked to where Freddy had parked his car and set of on the long drive to my destination. Just outside of town I pulled into a car park. One other car was waiting, a stolen Polo with the key stuck under the wheel which a 'friend of a friend' of Freddy's had left there. He knew nothing of its planned use. I slipped a pair of surgical gloves on, changed into the trainers and anorak and got into the Polo and drove to our ex manager's home. I rang his door bell and when he called out to ask who was there, I told him I needed 10 minutes of his time to finalise the annual accounts. As soon as he opened the door I head-butted him on the bridge of his nose spreading it over his face. As he fell back I stepped in and pulled the door behind me. I was carrying a baseball bat and I broke both of his legs and left without another word. Outside I slipped a longhaired wig on my head then started shouting and smashing his windows. I was careful to run across the garden as lights went on and faces appeared at the window to see me get into the polo and drive off.
Back at the car park I switched cars and drove back, stopping only to drop the bat down a drain and burn the gloves, anorak, wig and trainers in a country field.
When I got back to the flat the table was covered with invoices and account books; the place reeked of cigarette smoke, two empty wine bottles were sitting on the table and Freddy had made up a bed for himself on my sofa. I drank half bottle of wine and went to bed feeling good. Next morning the police called as expected. When asked for my movements I was able to explain that I had spent the evening drinking in the company of friends then most of the night going over my annual accounts with my business partner, a very respectable business man before finally going to bed sometime after 5am, without even clearing up, as they could see. They refused to tell me why they were calling but asked to look through my wardrobe, I, of course agreed wishing to help in any way I could. Over the next few weeks the police called several times.
By now I had been told that my ex manager had been seriously assaulted and was blaming me, although what details they had gathered from witnesses didn't fit my description. They were looking for someone in a red anorak and they had also got a good print of his trainers. I explained that I had had to fire him, showing them proof of his theft, and I could only assume that he was trying to get revenge.
My revenge was complete.