by
Dougie fae Glesca
Chapter 1
My name's Dougie McKenzie and I'm proud to be the president of the Feggie Boot Boys, a skinhead gang from Ferguslie Park in Paisley, a town to west of Glasgow. In fact, Glasgow city boundary and Paisley burgh boundary join each other. I'm also the chairman of the Paisley Skinhead Federation, a group of eight skinhead clubs in Paisley and the surrounding area, including the smaller towns of Renfrew, Johnstone and Barrhead.
Ferguslie Park is the toughest area in the town. Guys from Ferguslie are nickname "Feggies" and I'm proud to be a Feggie, the toughest bunch of bastards in central Scotland.
The Paisley Skinhead Federation had been formed three years ago because of attacks from skinhead gangs in Greenock, Pollock and Nitshill (The latter two areas being in the Glasgow South Skinhead Federation) as well as a couple of Hells Angel gangs in the town.
Last year I was elected to the post of chairman for being a tough piece of shit. I've been in prison twice and I'm proud to say it was for assault on both occasions. In other words I'm a right tough bastard. I don't go to prison for shoplifting or bag snatching. That's for wimps and pansies like you.
When I took over as president of the Feggie Boot Boys two years ago, I wanted all the members to have a distinctive jacket instead of a variety of colours such as black or green or blue. I insisted on silver grey because few over guys wore it at the time. The rest of our "uniform" is dark blue jeans, red polo shirt or T-shirt, steel toe capped industrial boots (with the steel cap outside the leather), leather belt with sharp studs and a number zero haircut. I always wear my "best" jacket when I visit other areas, either as a visitor or when we have a raid on. All members have cloth badges on their jackets including the club badges FEGGIES FUCK and SKINHEADS RULE. Some have other badges as well. I have a 6-inch diameter (150mm) badge with a blooded dagger. Under it are the words POWER GENERATES FEAR. I am proud of that badge. It was made for me by a pal, and is the only one in existence. It also shows everyone I am a tough bastard.
To show how tough the Feggie Boot Boys are, I organise ambushes on other gangs, both skinhead and Hells Angels, mostly from outside the Paisley area. Six weeks ago a gang of bikers from Kilmarnock, about 20 miles to the south, were on a bike run and spent the night on the Gleniffer Braes, a hill on the southern outskirts of Paisley and giving panoramic views for miles. There were eight of them. We captured them, beat them up, tied them up, gagged them and then fucked them. We left them among the bushes still tied and gagged, each with a big butt plug up his arse.
About three weeks before the election for Federation chairman a few skins from other clubs said I was showing off and getting too big for my boots. At least two other guys were standing for the position of chairman, and another two were "thinking about it".
Barry, the Feggie Boot Boys vice-president suggested I had to do a bit of "canvassing". Two weeks before the election I invited two guys from one of the skin gangs, the Bomber Boys for a few drinks then back to my place and offered them my arse. I wanted to show that I wasn't too big for my boots. Three days later it was two guys from the Boot Crushers gang. The same offers. Drinks and my arse.
A week before the election Barry told me that Jake from the Denim Blues gang in Renfrew, wasn't interested in standing for the Federation post. Why not get him on my side by inviting him and his mate, Angus, for a drink and my arse, but not to tell other clubs of my intention. I thought that was a good idea. Instead of meeting in our usual bar in Paisley at 10 p.m., Barry suggested we meet just after work on Friday. The construction firm I was working with were doing a job near Bishopton, a village about six miles away on the banks of the River Clyde. The construction site itself was just over half a mile (one Kilometre) along a narrow lane and it was unlikely anyone from Paisley would see us there.
Barry suggested we use the workers hut after all the construction guys have gone home. The site was in open countryside and away from prying eyes. Jake fancied a muddy session. This was agreed. I was dressed in an old muddy silver bomber jacket, ripped and muddy jeans, mud encrusted T-shirt and muddy army boots. Even at work I wear my uniform colours. The jeans had been ripped at the arse but re-stitched. Both Jake and Angus worked on building sites and also wore muddy gear. The Denim Blues gang wore blue jeans, blue denim jackets and blue denim shirts. Like me they wore their "uniform" at work. After fucking me they wanted a mud wrestling session. If I beat both of them I could fuck either of them.
It was Friday night at 5.30 p.m. when I walked off the site and met them. Nobody in Paisley, apart from Barry, knew of our meeting. We went to the nearest pub, which was in the village, had a few drinks and returned to the site at 6.30 p.m.
I had a key to the workers hut and we slipped in. There were security guard who came round every two hours to check if everything was OK. They never enter the huts. They just check that the doors are secure. The window had been boarded up so nobody would know we were there. Inside there were two long wooden benches and a long narrow table. Muddy boots, wellingtons and jeans lay on the floor.
We went straight down to business. They knew they were here to fuck me so let's get on with it. I had left a pile of ropes in a corner earlier so we could use them. I knew that they loved bondage and would want to tie me up before they fucked me. Jake lifted the ropes.
"Bend over the table." he said.
I bent over the table and they tied my wrists to the cross bar under the table. My ankles were tied to two of the metal table legs. As my legs were pulled wide the arse seam of my jeans gave way and ripped open.
"Open your mouth." said Jake.
I obeyed and he pushed a ball gag into it and secured it tightly behind my neck. I was now completely at their mercy. I couldn't free myself and I couldn't ask them to stop.
Jake was first to fuck me. He took off his studded belt with sharp studs and drew it across my arse 30 times before ramming his cock up it. Those 30 strokes had some force behind them. My arse felt red hot. It took him less than five minutes of ramming when he suddenly yelled and with one thrust he kept his cock up my arse. He let out a long slow gasp. He kept it there for nearly a minute before withdrawing it. When he had finished Angus also belted me 30 times. My arse felt so numb I hardly felt his cock going in. Five minutes later and his juice was up my arse.
Instead of releasing me right away the two of them then started to joke about me, saying things like "I think we should fist the cunt next." and "I think we should string him up by the ankles from the overhead beam and make him lick our arses next."
Jake said "It's a bit early to go home. Let's go down to the village and bring back 6 cans of beer and a bottle of whisky. We can have the mud-wrestling match after we finish the booze. If he beats both of us at wrestling then one of us will give him a blow job and the other can lick his arse."
Angus agreed.
Jake patted me on the arse and said "Don't go away. We'll be back in 20 minutes."
As they made for the door I let out a muffled yell and struggled with my bonds. What if some bastards walked in while I was still tied hand and foot? They ignored my muffled protests, walked out and closed the door behind them. They never locked it.
Shit! It would be typical that the security guys walked round while I was in this position. There was nothing I could do but wait for them to return.
About ten minutes later the door opened and four guys walked in. All four wore green bomber jackets and combat trousers and had balaclavas over their heads. Who the fuck were they?
One of them came up to me and said "Hi, Arsehole. It's about time you had a little nap. Let me put you to sleep."
With these words he took a firm grip of my head pressing it against his body and held a pad to my face. There was a sweet smell of chloroform. I struggled but he held me firmly. Suddenly there was a sharp pain across my arse as someone drew a belt across it. I let out an involuntary gasp and breathed in the chloroform. Again I tried to pull my head away but the cunt had a firm grip.
"Take another deep breath like a nice little boy. It's passed your bed time." said the guy.
There was another unexpected belt across my arse and again I gasped and breathed in more fumes. I held my breath for another twenty seconds but then felt my strength weakening and my eyes started to close. I lost the power to resist and took another breath. Seconds later I blacked out.
Chapter 2
I woke up with a sore head. My throat was raw and dry. I couldn't see. There was a blindfold over my eyes. Where was I? I tried to move my hands and found them tied behind my back. I couldn't move my legs. They were tied together. I couldn't speak. The ball gag was still in place. I felt myself on a jerky surface. I must be in a truck or a van. I could feel the movement.
"I think the cunt is awake." said a voice, and I received a kick in the side of my ribs. I let out a muffled grunt and struggled with my bonds but they were secure.
"Nice arse he's got there." said another voice.
"Yeah. I going to enjoy fucking it." said the first one.
Who the fuck were these bastards taking me for a ride? Were they rival skinheads from Paisley, or were they from Greenock which were only about twelve miles away. Had they seen Jake, Angus and me in the pub and followed us. Where were Jake and Angus?
The van sounded as if it was slowing down and started taking left and right turns. Eventually it stopped. I could hear a rear door open.
"So this is the bastard the Greenock gangs want us to look after. I hear he thinks he's a right tough cookie. We'll soon find out how tough he is."
I could feel hands grasp me and drag me out of the van and carry me somewhere. After twenty seconds I was dropped on a concrete floor and received several kicks on my balls. Something told me I was intended to have a pleasant time. But who the fuck were these bastards? They mentioned Greenock boys. But it sounded as if these bastards weren't from Greenock. Who were they?
The ropes roundmy wrists being untied. Hands kept a firm hold of them as I felt them being re-tied. them. Someone sat on my back and my ankles were released. Quickly ropes were tied to each ankle. I was then hauled up on to my feet by the ropes. The ropes to my ankles were pulled apart and I stood spread-eagled.
I could feel hands running over my arse, squeezing my tits and rubbing my crotch. My blindfold was removed and I found myself surrounded by ten skinheads. All wore green bomber jackets and army combat trousers
I looked round me. I was in some type of basement about 30 feet (10M) wide and 50 feet (18M) long. There was a wooden ceiling about 10 feet (3M) high, with thick wooden beams. Strong hooks were screwed into the beams. The walls were in stone and there were hooks and rings cemented into them at various heights. Against one wall was a cage, about 3 feet square and 3 feet high. There was a circular opening on the top and another at the side. I had seen these cages before. A guy would kneel inside and his head would be sticking out the top opening. A pipe running from a funnel on the wall would be secured to his mouth and he would be forced to swallow any piss in the funnel. He could also kneel with his head sticking out the side and forced to suck any cock or lick any arse put in front of him. There as also an old fashioned set of stocks as well as tables and benches at various heights.
I stood in the middle of the room, my wrists tied to ropes from an overhead beam and my ankles tied to two heavy steel blocks.
One guy said "It was easy. The cunt was bent over a table, tied and gagged. Couldn't move a fuck'n inch. A quick press of a chloroform cloth and he was asleep in no time."
"Well! We're going to let the bastard know who's the boss now. We're going to fuck him." said a guy who appeared to be the leader, and I felt a finger probing my arse hole. I jerked my body to the side. These bastards weren't going to fuck me without a struggle. Suddenly the guy in front of me brought his knee into my balls and a terrific pain shot through my body. This was followed by a punch to my stomach, then a punch to my jaw, quickly followed by a second punch to the stomach.
"Stand still, cunt. You're our fuck'n prisoner. All orders will be obeyed without questioning. Refusal means fuck'n punishment." he said as I sagged in a daze on my bonds.
I felt something again probing my arse. This time I didn't struggle. I was still partly daze I could feel something cold at my arse hole. It felt like grease. Then someone gripping my hips and a pain shot though my arse as he rammed his cock right in. I didn't bother struggling after that. It was obvious they were all going to fuck me.
It was about an hour and a half before they stopped. I felt fourteen cocks going up my arse. After the last one fucked me a piss stinking sack was pulled over my head and tied at the neck. Next I felt a collar being fitted round my neck. After that my wrists were released and forced behind my back. I felt cold metal as handcuffs were snapped round my wrists. Then my ankles were released from the heavy blocks and I was dragged across the floor. I tried to kick some of my captors and hit something. Seconds later I was kicked in the balls. It probably wasn't a good idea to kick anyone I couldn't see when I'm handcuffed. I was dragged another few yards and pushed onto the floor. As I lay face down I felt the collar round my neck being secured to some chain. As I tried to move I could feel the restriction.
"We'll keep the bastard here for an hour until we eat and then play with him later." said a voice.
About an hour later I was dragged to my feet and my handcuffs removed, but not for long. My wrists were held and I felt heavy leather straps wrap round them and then they shot up in the air. In less than a minute I stood spread out with my chest against a wall. My ankles were pulled apart and I stood knowing that within a few minutes I would have the first of between ten and twenty cocks up my arse.
I wasn't wrong hands gripped my hips and seconds later a cock was rammed up my arse with force. I let out an involuntary gasp as I was slammed against the wall.
I must have stood for five hours as guys came up to me and fucked me. Sometimes there was a gap of a few minutes, sometimes twenty minutes. All the time I was blindfolded.
At one time I heard guys laughing behind me as someone rubbed my arse and probed my arse hole with his hand.
Eventually I was released and my wrists handcuffed behind my back. I was dragged several yards and thrown on the floor. I could feel the collar round my neck being secured to a wall.
The following morning the sack was removed from my head and I could see again. However the gag remained. I was dragged to a work-bench and forced over. My wrists and ankles were tied and one after another six cocks were rammed up my arse. The guy who was the leader said to me "Every morning I'm going to fist you. I hear you're tough. I want to find out how tough. Take the gag out of his mouth. I want to hear him yell as I go up."
Someone brought over a can of filthy black grease and seconds later I felt a slimy hand starting to work it's way up my arse hole. I gritted my teeth as it worked its way in. I was determined to show them I wasn't scared of this bunch of bastards. I could feel him round my prostate gland. I could also feel myself getting aroused but I tried not to let these arseholes know that. Eventually his hand was withdrawn and I breathed a sigh of relief. Did he say he was going to do this every fuck'n morning? Not if I could help it. I was determined to get out of here. I was then dragged to the wall and tied spread eagle to it. This time with by back to the wall. "Just right for a belt across his balls if he starts shouting." said one skin.
It was then that I was told some facts that partly explained why I was here.
The leader said "Welcome to Clydebank. Some guys in Greenock want you out of the way for a few days. I hear the guys in Paisley are electing a chairman for the skinhead gangs in the area. Apparently there's a bit of a war going on in Paisley and some guys don't want you elected. Some guys in Greenock don't want you elected either and that's why you're here. "Out of sight, out of mind", so they say. You could say you're a prisoner-of-war. Once it's all over and quietened down we will let you go. We're getting paid in kind. The guys who want you out of the way came over here last night and saw you. After that they gave us all a blow job and licked all our arses. They must be really keen to have you out of the way if they were willing to lick every arse. They said we could do what we want with you as long as we don't break any bones."
Who were the bastards who wanted me out of the way? Whoever they are, they are as good as dead. I will break every fuck'n bone in their fuck'n body.
At 7 o'clock in the evening my wrists were handcuffed behind my back and tit clamps gripped my tits. Electrodes were then fitted. Suddenly a pain shot through my tits and I let out a yell. Everyone laughed. I didn't think it was funny.
"OK, Tough Guy. You're going to give Jerry, here, a blow job. If you try anything funny your tits get fried. I was ordered on to my knees and a well-built guy took out his cock. It was huge.
"Now suck it. And remember what I said. Any funny business and your tits get fried."
My tits are normally very sensitive so I didn't argue and dropped on my knees. The guy rammed his cock into my mouth and started to gyrate. Within three minutes I heard him gasping and he took out his cock, wanked it furiously and a load of thick cream shot out and all over my face.
"OK. Next guy." said the leader as an electric shock ran through my tits for ten seconds. I gave out a yell.
"That's just to remind you of my promise."
Another guy stepped forward and rammed his cock into my mouth. I had counted 15 guys in the room. After about an hour and a half I had given everyone blow job. Then I was dragged to a work bench and forced over it for about two hours and guys came up and fucked me. About midnight I was dragged to the cage and forced to kneel with my head through the top opening. My wrists were tied behind my back. A mask was fitted to my mouth. A tube from the mask led to a urinal and within seconds guys were pissing into the urinal and the piss went straight into my mouth. Within 20 minutes I had to piss into my jeans as my bladder filled. I was kept there all night. I would just about fall asleep in my cramped position when a tubeful of piss would run into my mouth almost choking me.
This procedure was to be copied every day. Fisted in the morning after five or six cocks up my arse and at night I gave about ten blow jobs, fucked for two hours and kept in the piss cage for the rest of the night.
By the fifth day (Wednesday) my tits were so tender I begged the leader not to clip them on.
"Get on your knees and give me a blow job, then." he said with a wicked grin.
I was so sore I dropped on my knees right away and opened my mouth. He rammed his huge cock in almost choking me. Grabbing my head he worked his cock in and out like a piston. Three minutes later his breathing became deeper and he withdrew his cock.
"Open your fuck'n mouth." He ordered and seconds later a stream of thick cream shot into my mouth and over my face.
When the juice stopped, he said "Lick all the juice off my cock. I want it nice and clean."
I took his cock in my mouth and at the same time I felt my head getting wet as someone pissed over it and on to my face. At the same time I felt the back of my neck getting wet as someone pissed down my back.
By the seventh day (Friday) I was so exhausted I didn't put up any resistance and there were always about six or seven guys about so escape was almost impossible. There were about 25 guys in the club and they took rotation guarding me. Tonight being Friday, would be the Paisley Federation election. It would be at 10 p.m. Would I be voted in, even though I wasn't there? Or would they choose someone else? Or would they postpone the election until I was seen again? I suspected somebody else would be elected. If that were the case whoever planned my kidnapping would suffer.
Chapter 3
It was two days later, on Sunday afternoon that things came to a head and the truth finally came out. I was lying on the floor with my neck chained to the floor and my ankles wide apart and secured to steel weights. My jacket and jeans were stinking with piss and shit, my tits were so tender I didn't hesitate when one of the bastard told me that morning, to lick his arse or he would fit clamps on my tits. Also, my balls sore with a kicking I had received earlier. I was wondering how much longer I was to be kept here.
In walked Barry, the Feggie Boot Boys vice-president and three Feggie guys. Also with them were Jake and Angus, the guys who had fucked me in to the construction site hut, and Steve and Geordie from the Boot Crusher gang.
Thank fuck for that. I knew I could trust Barrie to find me and get me free. These Clydebank bastards are going to pay for this. I would capture every one of the fuckers and personally fist every one of them. Every one will end up with a broken jaw and a huge butt plug up his fuck'n arse. As for those Greenock cunts. I'll organise a raid on their HQ and burn it down with half of the bastards still in it.
I expected to be greeted with shouts of joy but they just stood looking down at me with big grins on their faces.
"Hi there, Dougie." said Barry. "I hope the Combat boys have been looking after you. I told them you loved a big cock up your arse and that you also loved being fisted. You don't appear to have any broken bones, which to good. Your black eye looks just nice. Makes you look tough. I hear they enjoyed your company and offered to keep you for another week."
I stared at him, my mouth wide open. "These bastards said it was the Greenock cunts who wanted me out of the way." I said.
"Oh! That was a red herring just in case you escaped."
What !! Was I hearing correctly? This was Barrie. My trusted Number One in the club.
He continued "Oh! By the way. Just a bit of news for you. Apparently someone wearing your bomber jacket attempted to rob a supermarket the night you went missing. No-one has seen you all week As you weren't at the Federation meeting on Friday night everyone assumed you had done a runner and was miles away so Jake was elected Chairman of the Paisley Skinhead Federation and Steve was elected vice-chairman. At a club meeting last night the Feggie boys elected me as president of the Feggie Boot Boys and Craig was elected vice-president. "
I let out a yell "You bunch of fuck'n bastards. You planned this kidnapping. Wait until I get out of here. I'll get my knife and I'll slash every fuck'n one of you. I'll cut you into little pieces." I yelled at them. I struggled with my bonds but they were secure.
Barry continued "Since you've gone, three clubs have said the want to join the Federation. They hated your guts. If you come back we know they would leave, so we have decided you should stay out of the way for a long time. We arranged to rob the supermarket. Someone was dressed in your bomber jacket, fired a gun at a wall just to leave bullet holes and we have bribed witnesses to swear it was you. We even got someone to take a photo of your jacket from the back showing your badges for easy identification."
He continued "We're going to take you to a disused house and then tell the cops where you are. They will find the gun and it will have your fingerprints on it. They will also find some bullets, which will match the one taken from the supermarket wall. We'll also leave a bundle of forged £20 notes, run off on a colour photocopier with no watermark and are obviously fake. You'll get arrested and end in prison for three or four years."
I stared at him in disbelief.
"What we want you to do now is put your hand round the handle of the gun and leave a nice clean set of fingerprints." said Jake. "Don't worry. There are no bullets. We took them out so you wouldn't accidentally hurt anyone."
"What!" I yelled, "You want me to put my prints on a gun and incriminate myself just so you bastards can send me to prison. Do you think I'm mad." Again I struggled with my bonds but to no avail. The bastards looked down at me and laughed.
"Come on, Andy. Don't be a spoilsport. You'll enjoy it inside. All these nice warders beating you up. You said about 40% of the inmate were shit scared of you and most of them dropped on their knees and gave you a blow job whenever you flicked your fingers." said Barry.
What I said wasn't quite accurate. You know what it's like when you meet your mates after coming out of prison. You tell them how tough you are and exaggerate a few parts. Actually it was only about a 25% of inmate who were shit scared of me. A few more soon got the message and by the time my year was up it was 30%, . . . and I never got beat up by the warders. What happened was that I saw this 20-year-old guy, nice looking but a bit cocky. His name was Joey. I trapped him in the shower and told him to get up against the wall as I was going to fuck him. He refused and I punched him in the balls and forced him against the wall.
I didn't know was that his brother was in the same prison and that he was a weight lifter and built like a gorilla. He had three mates and they were also built like gorillas. The four of them cornered me, kicked me in the balls and while I was doubled up in agony they all fucked me. Because I couldn't get a hard-on for two days I made the excuse to some other inmates that I had been beaten up by the warders.
When my excuse reached the four gorillas they laughed and did the same the following week, and the week after that. On the fourth week they cornered me again but this time Joey was with them. They told me they were being released the next day and that I was to give Joey a blowjob as a parting gift. I got down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth and gave him the best blow job I could manage. Within three minutes his juice shot into my mouth. As he took his cock out of my mouth he kicked me in the balls and I doubled up in agony. Then the other kicked me. They all walked off laughing. You can understand why I didn't tell anyone the truth, can't you? I have a reputation as a hard man to keep up.
Barry said "As a farewell act we all want to fuck you as it will be the last chance to get our cocks up your arse for three or four years."
One of the Combat Boys stepped forward.
"You can tie his ankles to those two hooks on the wall above his head. They're positioned to leave his arse bent in the right position to fuck when you get down on your knees." he said.
Four Combat Boys stepped forward and untied my ankles. I struggled but they managed to tie my ankles to the wall leaving my arse in the air ready to fuck. All the time I was cursing my former club mates.
"I'll get the chloroform ready. You can drug him and take him away." said the Combat Boys leader.
"I'll miss the bastard. I loved ramming my cock up his arse and fisting him every day."
Barry said "We brought along Steve and Geordie. Steve contacted the Clydebank boys to arrange for them to look after you. He only stood for the post of Federation Chairman because he hated your guts, but with you out of the way he withdrew his name so Jake was elected unopposed. There are eight of us here going to fuck you. That should take less that an hour. It will be the last chance to fuck you for a few years if plans go right. Then we put you to sleep, dress you in your own gear and off to our secret hidey hole."
Steve was the first to get down on his knees and ram his cock up my arse. He was a big and tough looking bastard. I always hated the cunt. He was followed by the rest of my "so-called" mates. Barry was the last. I was in such a daze I was hardly aware I was being fucked. I couldn't believe what was happening. The guy I had trusted had overthrown me. It was while Barry had his cock up my arse that I realised the full implication of the situation. I could be in prison for four years. I didn't want to go to prison. I had to change my tactics without appearing to plead to them.
"OK guys. I didn't realised I was disliked that much. I'll stand down. I won't take any part in activities, . . Barry, I could be your slave, . . have your cock up my arse every night, . . give you a blow job every morning, . . lick your arse every lunch time, . . do anything you say."
"It wouldn't work, Dougie. You're not the type to sit still. You want to boss people. You're a natural born bully." said Barry.
"OK. I'll go away. I'll go to Manchester, . . Birmingham, . . London, . . Berlin, . . South America." I said.
They all laughed at my last remark and I realised how stupid it was and how desperate I must have sounded.
Fear and anger took over. "You bastards." I yelled, "I'll get you. I'll kill every fuck'n one of you. I'll slit your fuck'n throats, you fuck'n bastards."
They all laughed as I screeched obscenities at them.
The Combat Boys leader came over with a large chloroform pad. I shook my head but two other guys grabbed it and held it still as he tried to press the pad into my mouth. Someone stamped on my balls and as I yelled he rammed the pad into my open mouth. Someone handed him a second chloroform pad and he pressed that on top of my nose. More kicks to my balls and I gasped, breathing in the fumes. It took less than a minute for me to feel my strength weaken and I slipped into unconsciousness.
I woke up staring at a ceiling with bits of plaster missing. What the fuck was that? I tried to focus my eyes and move my hands but they were pinned down. I tried to speak but there was a gag in my mouth.
"Hi, Dougie. It won't be long now 'til you're in the hands of the cops." said a voice.
It was Barry. The dirty treacherous bastard.
"You'll get a nice warm bed for the first time in nine days. Beds in police cells aren't very soft but they're dry. You won't get cops pissing over you in the middle of the night."
"You never know. He might enjoy that." said Craig with a grin.
I took another look around me. I was now dressed in my good silver bomber jacket, the one with all the badges. I also wore my blue jeans, red T-shirt and steel toe capped boots. My wrists and ankle were tied to heavy steel weights.
There were four skins in the room, Barry and Craig from the Feggies. Steve and Geordie from the Boot Crushers.
Craig said "Everything went well, Dougie. We dressed you in your easily identified jacket, got a nice handprint on the gun plus some dabs on the bullets. We've also left some Cocaine and a needle so you can be charged with drug offences. There is £400 in forged £20 notes so you'll be charged with possession of counterfeit currency. The cops are really going to enjoy reading the charge sheet."
It was then I noticed that they were all wearing surgical gloved to ensure that they left no fingerprints of their own.
Barry said "You might be interested to know that four days ago six Hells Angels from the Greenock Untouchables were sent to Peterhead Prison for five years. They are the toughest Angels in the Paisley/Greenock area. Yesterday we ambushed three of their mates, fucked them then fisted them. A skinhead wearing your jacket told him he was Dougie McKenzie from Ferguslie Park and that he had organised the ambush. He also said if he had been in Peterhead he would have organised a gang rape of his Angel mates because they were just a bunch of pansies.
Now just supposing you ended up sharing a cell with the Angel president, whom they say is a violent psychopath and should really be in a mental prison. And supposing you met all six of his gang in the showers in the morning. "
For the first time a cold shiver ran down my spine. I knew the Greenock Untouchables reputation. If I went to Peterhead my life would be sheer hell. Barry and these other bastards had really stitched me up. I let out a muffled plea to him. Somehow I knew he and the others wouldn't listen to me, anyway. Their minds were made up.
Barry got on his mobile phone and I heard him asking for the police. He then said he thought he recognised me going into a disused house and gave an address. He switched the phone off.
"All ready?" he asked the others.
They all nodded.
Craig said "When the cops are seen coming along the road we'll go through the next room and out the back window on to the low flat roof at the back, that leads to another lower roof only five feet off the ground. We've left a car in the next street."
"We're going to give you a chance to escape." said Barry, "When the cops approach, we'll release your left wrist. You can then free your right wrist and your ankles. There are no knots. The ropes wound round your ankles six times. If you're quick enough you can run down the stairs and you might escape."
Jake and Barry released one of my wrists from the strap but kept firm hold of it
Mike was looking out of a crack between the boards covering the window.
"There's a cop car coming down the road." said Mike.
Barry and Jake released my wrist and all four ran out the door. I heard another door slam and the sound of a bolt being drawn. It took about 10 seconds to unwind the rope from my wrist and another 45 seconds to release my ankles. The bastards had put them so far apart I had to drag the heavy weight towards me. It was while I was freeing my ankles that I realised why they had released me. If the cops had walked in and seen me tied down they would have realised there were other guys involved. If they saw me run off on my own they would think I was alone. This all flashed though my mind in seconds.
I got to the door and on to a landing there was a door to my left. It was locked. That must have been they way these bastards had escaped.
I started to run down the stairs when the front door opened. Two cops were coming up the stairs. I punched one in the chest and kicked another in the balls and pushed past them. Another two ran in the doorway as I reached it. I yelled and tried to push past them but they all pounced on me and brought me to the ground. The two cops I had kicked and punched got their revenged and kicked me in the balls and the stomach. Within 30 seconds my wrists were handcuffed behind my back
Twenty minutes later I was dragged into the Charge Room of the Police Station. A sergeant walked in with a plastic bag. He took out of it a gun, two bullets, a wad of £20 notes, two sachets of powder (presumably cocaine).
He said "The judge will throw the book at you. Attempted robbery, stealing a car, possession of a firearm without a licence, endangering life using a firearm, destroying property, i.e. putting bullet holes in the supermarket walls, resisting arrest, assaulting a police officer, possession of counterfeit currency, possession of illegal drugs namely cocaine.
I reckon you'll get five years. They're putting all the Greenock and Paisley tough guys in Peterhead at the moment. You'll be beside that bunch of Hells Angels they sent up last week."
I remembered what Barry had said to me "You might share a cell with the Angel president. What will happen when he meets all six of them in the showers in the morning?"
If that did happened, my arse (and my balls) would go through sheer hell for the next five years.
The End
Dougie fae Glesca
Chapter 1
My name's Dougie McKenzie and I'm proud to be the president of the Feggie Boot Boys, a skinhead gang from Ferguslie Park in Paisley, a town to west of Glasgow. In fact, Glasgow city boundary and Paisley burgh boundary join each other. I'm also the chairman of the Paisley Skinhead Federation, a group of eight skinhead clubs in Paisley and the surrounding area, including the smaller towns of Renfrew, Johnstone and Barrhead.
Ferguslie Park is the toughest area in the town. Guys from Ferguslie are nickname "Feggies" and I'm proud to be a Feggie, the toughest bunch of bastards in central Scotland.
The Paisley Skinhead Federation had been formed three years ago because of attacks from skinhead gangs in Greenock, Pollock and Nitshill (The latter two areas being in the Glasgow South Skinhead Federation) as well as a couple of Hells Angel gangs in the town.
Last year I was elected to the post of chairman for being a tough piece of shit. I've been in prison twice and I'm proud to say it was for assault on both occasions. In other words I'm a right tough bastard. I don't go to prison for shoplifting or bag snatching. That's for wimps and pansies like you.
When I took over as president of the Feggie Boot Boys two years ago, I wanted all the members to have a distinctive jacket instead of a variety of colours such as black or green or blue. I insisted on silver grey because few over guys wore it at the time. The rest of our "uniform" is dark blue jeans, red polo shirt or T-shirt, steel toe capped industrial boots (with the steel cap outside the leather), leather belt with sharp studs and a number zero haircut. I always wear my "best" jacket when I visit other areas, either as a visitor or when we have a raid on. All members have cloth badges on their jackets including the club badges FEGGIES FUCK and SKINHEADS RULE. Some have other badges as well. I have a 6-inch diameter (150mm) badge with a blooded dagger. Under it are the words POWER GENERATES FEAR. I am proud of that badge. It was made for me by a pal, and is the only one in existence. It also shows everyone I am a tough bastard.
To show how tough the Feggie Boot Boys are, I organise ambushes on other gangs, both skinhead and Hells Angels, mostly from outside the Paisley area. Six weeks ago a gang of bikers from Kilmarnock, about 20 miles to the south, were on a bike run and spent the night on the Gleniffer Braes, a hill on the southern outskirts of Paisley and giving panoramic views for miles. There were eight of them. We captured them, beat them up, tied them up, gagged them and then fucked them. We left them among the bushes still tied and gagged, each with a big butt plug up his arse.
About three weeks before the election for Federation chairman a few skins from other clubs said I was showing off and getting too big for my boots. At least two other guys were standing for the position of chairman, and another two were "thinking about it".
Barry, the Feggie Boot Boys vice-president suggested I had to do a bit of "canvassing". Two weeks before the election I invited two guys from one of the skin gangs, the Bomber Boys for a few drinks then back to my place and offered them my arse. I wanted to show that I wasn't too big for my boots. Three days later it was two guys from the Boot Crushers gang. The same offers. Drinks and my arse.
A week before the election Barry told me that Jake from the Denim Blues gang in Renfrew, wasn't interested in standing for the Federation post. Why not get him on my side by inviting him and his mate, Angus, for a drink and my arse, but not to tell other clubs of my intention. I thought that was a good idea. Instead of meeting in our usual bar in Paisley at 10 p.m., Barry suggested we meet just after work on Friday. The construction firm I was working with were doing a job near Bishopton, a village about six miles away on the banks of the River Clyde. The construction site itself was just over half a mile (one Kilometre) along a narrow lane and it was unlikely anyone from Paisley would see us there.
Barry suggested we use the workers hut after all the construction guys have gone home. The site was in open countryside and away from prying eyes. Jake fancied a muddy session. This was agreed. I was dressed in an old muddy silver bomber jacket, ripped and muddy jeans, mud encrusted T-shirt and muddy army boots. Even at work I wear my uniform colours. The jeans had been ripped at the arse but re-stitched. Both Jake and Angus worked on building sites and also wore muddy gear. The Denim Blues gang wore blue jeans, blue denim jackets and blue denim shirts. Like me they wore their "uniform" at work. After fucking me they wanted a mud wrestling session. If I beat both of them I could fuck either of them.
It was Friday night at 5.30 p.m. when I walked off the site and met them. Nobody in Paisley, apart from Barry, knew of our meeting. We went to the nearest pub, which was in the village, had a few drinks and returned to the site at 6.30 p.m.
I had a key to the workers hut and we slipped in. There were security guard who came round every two hours to check if everything was OK. They never enter the huts. They just check that the doors are secure. The window had been boarded up so nobody would know we were there. Inside there were two long wooden benches and a long narrow table. Muddy boots, wellingtons and jeans lay on the floor.
We went straight down to business. They knew they were here to fuck me so let's get on with it. I had left a pile of ropes in a corner earlier so we could use them. I knew that they loved bondage and would want to tie me up before they fucked me. Jake lifted the ropes.
"Bend over the table." he said.
I bent over the table and they tied my wrists to the cross bar under the table. My ankles were tied to two of the metal table legs. As my legs were pulled wide the arse seam of my jeans gave way and ripped open.
"Open your mouth." said Jake.
I obeyed and he pushed a ball gag into it and secured it tightly behind my neck. I was now completely at their mercy. I couldn't free myself and I couldn't ask them to stop.
Jake was first to fuck me. He took off his studded belt with sharp studs and drew it across my arse 30 times before ramming his cock up it. Those 30 strokes had some force behind them. My arse felt red hot. It took him less than five minutes of ramming when he suddenly yelled and with one thrust he kept his cock up my arse. He let out a long slow gasp. He kept it there for nearly a minute before withdrawing it. When he had finished Angus also belted me 30 times. My arse felt so numb I hardly felt his cock going in. Five minutes later and his juice was up my arse.
Instead of releasing me right away the two of them then started to joke about me, saying things like "I think we should fist the cunt next." and "I think we should string him up by the ankles from the overhead beam and make him lick our arses next."
Jake said "It's a bit early to go home. Let's go down to the village and bring back 6 cans of beer and a bottle of whisky. We can have the mud-wrestling match after we finish the booze. If he beats both of us at wrestling then one of us will give him a blow job and the other can lick his arse."
Angus agreed.
Jake patted me on the arse and said "Don't go away. We'll be back in 20 minutes."
As they made for the door I let out a muffled yell and struggled with my bonds. What if some bastards walked in while I was still tied hand and foot? They ignored my muffled protests, walked out and closed the door behind them. They never locked it.
Shit! It would be typical that the security guys walked round while I was in this position. There was nothing I could do but wait for them to return.
About ten minutes later the door opened and four guys walked in. All four wore green bomber jackets and combat trousers and had balaclavas over their heads. Who the fuck were they?
One of them came up to me and said "Hi, Arsehole. It's about time you had a little nap. Let me put you to sleep."
With these words he took a firm grip of my head pressing it against his body and held a pad to my face. There was a sweet smell of chloroform. I struggled but he held me firmly. Suddenly there was a sharp pain across my arse as someone drew a belt across it. I let out an involuntary gasp and breathed in the chloroform. Again I tried to pull my head away but the cunt had a firm grip.
"Take another deep breath like a nice little boy. It's passed your bed time." said the guy.
There was another unexpected belt across my arse and again I gasped and breathed in more fumes. I held my breath for another twenty seconds but then felt my strength weakening and my eyes started to close. I lost the power to resist and took another breath. Seconds later I blacked out.
Chapter 2
I woke up with a sore head. My throat was raw and dry. I couldn't see. There was a blindfold over my eyes. Where was I? I tried to move my hands and found them tied behind my back. I couldn't move my legs. They were tied together. I couldn't speak. The ball gag was still in place. I felt myself on a jerky surface. I must be in a truck or a van. I could feel the movement.
"I think the cunt is awake." said a voice, and I received a kick in the side of my ribs. I let out a muffled grunt and struggled with my bonds but they were secure.
"Nice arse he's got there." said another voice.
"Yeah. I going to enjoy fucking it." said the first one.
Who the fuck were these bastards taking me for a ride? Were they rival skinheads from Paisley, or were they from Greenock which were only about twelve miles away. Had they seen Jake, Angus and me in the pub and followed us. Where were Jake and Angus?
The van sounded as if it was slowing down and started taking left and right turns. Eventually it stopped. I could hear a rear door open.
"So this is the bastard the Greenock gangs want us to look after. I hear he thinks he's a right tough cookie. We'll soon find out how tough he is."
I could feel hands grasp me and drag me out of the van and carry me somewhere. After twenty seconds I was dropped on a concrete floor and received several kicks on my balls. Something told me I was intended to have a pleasant time. But who the fuck were these bastards? They mentioned Greenock boys. But it sounded as if these bastards weren't from Greenock. Who were they?
The ropes roundmy wrists being untied. Hands kept a firm hold of them as I felt them being re-tied. them. Someone sat on my back and my ankles were released. Quickly ropes were tied to each ankle. I was then hauled up on to my feet by the ropes. The ropes to my ankles were pulled apart and I stood spread-eagled.
I could feel hands running over my arse, squeezing my tits and rubbing my crotch. My blindfold was removed and I found myself surrounded by ten skinheads. All wore green bomber jackets and army combat trousers
I looked round me. I was in some type of basement about 30 feet (10M) wide and 50 feet (18M) long. There was a wooden ceiling about 10 feet (3M) high, with thick wooden beams. Strong hooks were screwed into the beams. The walls were in stone and there were hooks and rings cemented into them at various heights. Against one wall was a cage, about 3 feet square and 3 feet high. There was a circular opening on the top and another at the side. I had seen these cages before. A guy would kneel inside and his head would be sticking out the top opening. A pipe running from a funnel on the wall would be secured to his mouth and he would be forced to swallow any piss in the funnel. He could also kneel with his head sticking out the side and forced to suck any cock or lick any arse put in front of him. There as also an old fashioned set of stocks as well as tables and benches at various heights.
I stood in the middle of the room, my wrists tied to ropes from an overhead beam and my ankles tied to two heavy steel blocks.
One guy said "It was easy. The cunt was bent over a table, tied and gagged. Couldn't move a fuck'n inch. A quick press of a chloroform cloth and he was asleep in no time."
"Well! We're going to let the bastard know who's the boss now. We're going to fuck him." said a guy who appeared to be the leader, and I felt a finger probing my arse hole. I jerked my body to the side. These bastards weren't going to fuck me without a struggle. Suddenly the guy in front of me brought his knee into my balls and a terrific pain shot through my body. This was followed by a punch to my stomach, then a punch to my jaw, quickly followed by a second punch to the stomach.
"Stand still, cunt. You're our fuck'n prisoner. All orders will be obeyed without questioning. Refusal means fuck'n punishment." he said as I sagged in a daze on my bonds.
I felt something again probing my arse. This time I didn't struggle. I was still partly daze I could feel something cold at my arse hole. It felt like grease. Then someone gripping my hips and a pain shot though my arse as he rammed his cock right in. I didn't bother struggling after that. It was obvious they were all going to fuck me.
It was about an hour and a half before they stopped. I felt fourteen cocks going up my arse. After the last one fucked me a piss stinking sack was pulled over my head and tied at the neck. Next I felt a collar being fitted round my neck. After that my wrists were released and forced behind my back. I felt cold metal as handcuffs were snapped round my wrists. Then my ankles were released from the heavy blocks and I was dragged across the floor. I tried to kick some of my captors and hit something. Seconds later I was kicked in the balls. It probably wasn't a good idea to kick anyone I couldn't see when I'm handcuffed. I was dragged another few yards and pushed onto the floor. As I lay face down I felt the collar round my neck being secured to some chain. As I tried to move I could feel the restriction.
"We'll keep the bastard here for an hour until we eat and then play with him later." said a voice.
About an hour later I was dragged to my feet and my handcuffs removed, but not for long. My wrists were held and I felt heavy leather straps wrap round them and then they shot up in the air. In less than a minute I stood spread out with my chest against a wall. My ankles were pulled apart and I stood knowing that within a few minutes I would have the first of between ten and twenty cocks up my arse.
I wasn't wrong hands gripped my hips and seconds later a cock was rammed up my arse with force. I let out an involuntary gasp as I was slammed against the wall.
I must have stood for five hours as guys came up to me and fucked me. Sometimes there was a gap of a few minutes, sometimes twenty minutes. All the time I was blindfolded.
At one time I heard guys laughing behind me as someone rubbed my arse and probed my arse hole with his hand.
Eventually I was released and my wrists handcuffed behind my back. I was dragged several yards and thrown on the floor. I could feel the collar round my neck being secured to a wall.
The following morning the sack was removed from my head and I could see again. However the gag remained. I was dragged to a work-bench and forced over. My wrists and ankles were tied and one after another six cocks were rammed up my arse. The guy who was the leader said to me "Every morning I'm going to fist you. I hear you're tough. I want to find out how tough. Take the gag out of his mouth. I want to hear him yell as I go up."
Someone brought over a can of filthy black grease and seconds later I felt a slimy hand starting to work it's way up my arse hole. I gritted my teeth as it worked its way in. I was determined to show them I wasn't scared of this bunch of bastards. I could feel him round my prostate gland. I could also feel myself getting aroused but I tried not to let these arseholes know that. Eventually his hand was withdrawn and I breathed a sigh of relief. Did he say he was going to do this every fuck'n morning? Not if I could help it. I was determined to get out of here. I was then dragged to the wall and tied spread eagle to it. This time with by back to the wall. "Just right for a belt across his balls if he starts shouting." said one skin.
It was then that I was told some facts that partly explained why I was here.
The leader said "Welcome to Clydebank. Some guys in Greenock want you out of the way for a few days. I hear the guys in Paisley are electing a chairman for the skinhead gangs in the area. Apparently there's a bit of a war going on in Paisley and some guys don't want you elected. Some guys in Greenock don't want you elected either and that's why you're here. "Out of sight, out of mind", so they say. You could say you're a prisoner-of-war. Once it's all over and quietened down we will let you go. We're getting paid in kind. The guys who want you out of the way came over here last night and saw you. After that they gave us all a blow job and licked all our arses. They must be really keen to have you out of the way if they were willing to lick every arse. They said we could do what we want with you as long as we don't break any bones."
Who were the bastards who wanted me out of the way? Whoever they are, they are as good as dead. I will break every fuck'n bone in their fuck'n body.
At 7 o'clock in the evening my wrists were handcuffed behind my back and tit clamps gripped my tits. Electrodes were then fitted. Suddenly a pain shot through my tits and I let out a yell. Everyone laughed. I didn't think it was funny.
"OK, Tough Guy. You're going to give Jerry, here, a blow job. If you try anything funny your tits get fried. I was ordered on to my knees and a well-built guy took out his cock. It was huge.
"Now suck it. And remember what I said. Any funny business and your tits get fried."
My tits are normally very sensitive so I didn't argue and dropped on my knees. The guy rammed his cock into my mouth and started to gyrate. Within three minutes I heard him gasping and he took out his cock, wanked it furiously and a load of thick cream shot out and all over my face.
"OK. Next guy." said the leader as an electric shock ran through my tits for ten seconds. I gave out a yell.
"That's just to remind you of my promise."
Another guy stepped forward and rammed his cock into my mouth. I had counted 15 guys in the room. After about an hour and a half I had given everyone blow job. Then I was dragged to a work bench and forced over it for about two hours and guys came up and fucked me. About midnight I was dragged to the cage and forced to kneel with my head through the top opening. My wrists were tied behind my back. A mask was fitted to my mouth. A tube from the mask led to a urinal and within seconds guys were pissing into the urinal and the piss went straight into my mouth. Within 20 minutes I had to piss into my jeans as my bladder filled. I was kept there all night. I would just about fall asleep in my cramped position when a tubeful of piss would run into my mouth almost choking me.
This procedure was to be copied every day. Fisted in the morning after five or six cocks up my arse and at night I gave about ten blow jobs, fucked for two hours and kept in the piss cage for the rest of the night.
By the fifth day (Wednesday) my tits were so tender I begged the leader not to clip them on.
"Get on your knees and give me a blow job, then." he said with a wicked grin.
I was so sore I dropped on my knees right away and opened my mouth. He rammed his huge cock in almost choking me. Grabbing my head he worked his cock in and out like a piston. Three minutes later his breathing became deeper and he withdrew his cock.
"Open your fuck'n mouth." He ordered and seconds later a stream of thick cream shot into my mouth and over my face.
When the juice stopped, he said "Lick all the juice off my cock. I want it nice and clean."
I took his cock in my mouth and at the same time I felt my head getting wet as someone pissed over it and on to my face. At the same time I felt the back of my neck getting wet as someone pissed down my back.
By the seventh day (Friday) I was so exhausted I didn't put up any resistance and there were always about six or seven guys about so escape was almost impossible. There were about 25 guys in the club and they took rotation guarding me. Tonight being Friday, would be the Paisley Federation election. It would be at 10 p.m. Would I be voted in, even though I wasn't there? Or would they choose someone else? Or would they postpone the election until I was seen again? I suspected somebody else would be elected. If that were the case whoever planned my kidnapping would suffer.
Chapter 3
It was two days later, on Sunday afternoon that things came to a head and the truth finally came out. I was lying on the floor with my neck chained to the floor and my ankles wide apart and secured to steel weights. My jacket and jeans were stinking with piss and shit, my tits were so tender I didn't hesitate when one of the bastard told me that morning, to lick his arse or he would fit clamps on my tits. Also, my balls sore with a kicking I had received earlier. I was wondering how much longer I was to be kept here.
In walked Barry, the Feggie Boot Boys vice-president and three Feggie guys. Also with them were Jake and Angus, the guys who had fucked me in to the construction site hut, and Steve and Geordie from the Boot Crusher gang.
Thank fuck for that. I knew I could trust Barrie to find me and get me free. These Clydebank bastards are going to pay for this. I would capture every one of the fuckers and personally fist every one of them. Every one will end up with a broken jaw and a huge butt plug up his fuck'n arse. As for those Greenock cunts. I'll organise a raid on their HQ and burn it down with half of the bastards still in it.
I expected to be greeted with shouts of joy but they just stood looking down at me with big grins on their faces.
"Hi there, Dougie." said Barry. "I hope the Combat boys have been looking after you. I told them you loved a big cock up your arse and that you also loved being fisted. You don't appear to have any broken bones, which to good. Your black eye looks just nice. Makes you look tough. I hear they enjoyed your company and offered to keep you for another week."
I stared at him, my mouth wide open. "These bastards said it was the Greenock cunts who wanted me out of the way." I said.
"Oh! That was a red herring just in case you escaped."
What !! Was I hearing correctly? This was Barrie. My trusted Number One in the club.
He continued "Oh! By the way. Just a bit of news for you. Apparently someone wearing your bomber jacket attempted to rob a supermarket the night you went missing. No-one has seen you all week As you weren't at the Federation meeting on Friday night everyone assumed you had done a runner and was miles away so Jake was elected Chairman of the Paisley Skinhead Federation and Steve was elected vice-chairman. At a club meeting last night the Feggie boys elected me as president of the Feggie Boot Boys and Craig was elected vice-president. "
I let out a yell "You bunch of fuck'n bastards. You planned this kidnapping. Wait until I get out of here. I'll get my knife and I'll slash every fuck'n one of you. I'll cut you into little pieces." I yelled at them. I struggled with my bonds but they were secure.
Barry continued "Since you've gone, three clubs have said the want to join the Federation. They hated your guts. If you come back we know they would leave, so we have decided you should stay out of the way for a long time. We arranged to rob the supermarket. Someone was dressed in your bomber jacket, fired a gun at a wall just to leave bullet holes and we have bribed witnesses to swear it was you. We even got someone to take a photo of your jacket from the back showing your badges for easy identification."
He continued "We're going to take you to a disused house and then tell the cops where you are. They will find the gun and it will have your fingerprints on it. They will also find some bullets, which will match the one taken from the supermarket wall. We'll also leave a bundle of forged £20 notes, run off on a colour photocopier with no watermark and are obviously fake. You'll get arrested and end in prison for three or four years."
I stared at him in disbelief.
"What we want you to do now is put your hand round the handle of the gun and leave a nice clean set of fingerprints." said Jake. "Don't worry. There are no bullets. We took them out so you wouldn't accidentally hurt anyone."
"What!" I yelled, "You want me to put my prints on a gun and incriminate myself just so you bastards can send me to prison. Do you think I'm mad." Again I struggled with my bonds but to no avail. The bastards looked down at me and laughed.
"Come on, Andy. Don't be a spoilsport. You'll enjoy it inside. All these nice warders beating you up. You said about 40% of the inmate were shit scared of you and most of them dropped on their knees and gave you a blow job whenever you flicked your fingers." said Barry.
What I said wasn't quite accurate. You know what it's like when you meet your mates after coming out of prison. You tell them how tough you are and exaggerate a few parts. Actually it was only about a 25% of inmate who were shit scared of me. A few more soon got the message and by the time my year was up it was 30%, . . . and I never got beat up by the warders. What happened was that I saw this 20-year-old guy, nice looking but a bit cocky. His name was Joey. I trapped him in the shower and told him to get up against the wall as I was going to fuck him. He refused and I punched him in the balls and forced him against the wall.
I didn't know was that his brother was in the same prison and that he was a weight lifter and built like a gorilla. He had three mates and they were also built like gorillas. The four of them cornered me, kicked me in the balls and while I was doubled up in agony they all fucked me. Because I couldn't get a hard-on for two days I made the excuse to some other inmates that I had been beaten up by the warders.
When my excuse reached the four gorillas they laughed and did the same the following week, and the week after that. On the fourth week they cornered me again but this time Joey was with them. They told me they were being released the next day and that I was to give Joey a blowjob as a parting gift. I got down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth and gave him the best blow job I could manage. Within three minutes his juice shot into my mouth. As he took his cock out of my mouth he kicked me in the balls and I doubled up in agony. Then the other kicked me. They all walked off laughing. You can understand why I didn't tell anyone the truth, can't you? I have a reputation as a hard man to keep up.
Barry said "As a farewell act we all want to fuck you as it will be the last chance to get our cocks up your arse for three or four years."
One of the Combat Boys stepped forward.
"You can tie his ankles to those two hooks on the wall above his head. They're positioned to leave his arse bent in the right position to fuck when you get down on your knees." he said.
Four Combat Boys stepped forward and untied my ankles. I struggled but they managed to tie my ankles to the wall leaving my arse in the air ready to fuck. All the time I was cursing my former club mates.
"I'll get the chloroform ready. You can drug him and take him away." said the Combat Boys leader.
"I'll miss the bastard. I loved ramming my cock up his arse and fisting him every day."
Barry said "We brought along Steve and Geordie. Steve contacted the Clydebank boys to arrange for them to look after you. He only stood for the post of Federation Chairman because he hated your guts, but with you out of the way he withdrew his name so Jake was elected unopposed. There are eight of us here going to fuck you. That should take less that an hour. It will be the last chance to fuck you for a few years if plans go right. Then we put you to sleep, dress you in your own gear and off to our secret hidey hole."
Steve was the first to get down on his knees and ram his cock up my arse. He was a big and tough looking bastard. I always hated the cunt. He was followed by the rest of my "so-called" mates. Barry was the last. I was in such a daze I was hardly aware I was being fucked. I couldn't believe what was happening. The guy I had trusted had overthrown me. It was while Barry had his cock up my arse that I realised the full implication of the situation. I could be in prison for four years. I didn't want to go to prison. I had to change my tactics without appearing to plead to them.
"OK guys. I didn't realised I was disliked that much. I'll stand down. I won't take any part in activities, . . Barry, I could be your slave, . . have your cock up my arse every night, . . give you a blow job every morning, . . lick your arse every lunch time, . . do anything you say."
"It wouldn't work, Dougie. You're not the type to sit still. You want to boss people. You're a natural born bully." said Barry.
"OK. I'll go away. I'll go to Manchester, . . Birmingham, . . London, . . Berlin, . . South America." I said.
They all laughed at my last remark and I realised how stupid it was and how desperate I must have sounded.
Fear and anger took over. "You bastards." I yelled, "I'll get you. I'll kill every fuck'n one of you. I'll slit your fuck'n throats, you fuck'n bastards."
They all laughed as I screeched obscenities at them.
The Combat Boys leader came over with a large chloroform pad. I shook my head but two other guys grabbed it and held it still as he tried to press the pad into my mouth. Someone stamped on my balls and as I yelled he rammed the pad into my open mouth. Someone handed him a second chloroform pad and he pressed that on top of my nose. More kicks to my balls and I gasped, breathing in the fumes. It took less than a minute for me to feel my strength weaken and I slipped into unconsciousness.
I woke up staring at a ceiling with bits of plaster missing. What the fuck was that? I tried to focus my eyes and move my hands but they were pinned down. I tried to speak but there was a gag in my mouth.
"Hi, Dougie. It won't be long now 'til you're in the hands of the cops." said a voice.
It was Barry. The dirty treacherous bastard.
"You'll get a nice warm bed for the first time in nine days. Beds in police cells aren't very soft but they're dry. You won't get cops pissing over you in the middle of the night."
"You never know. He might enjoy that." said Craig with a grin.
I took another look around me. I was now dressed in my good silver bomber jacket, the one with all the badges. I also wore my blue jeans, red T-shirt and steel toe capped boots. My wrists and ankle were tied to heavy steel weights.
There were four skins in the room, Barry and Craig from the Feggies. Steve and Geordie from the Boot Crushers.
Craig said "Everything went well, Dougie. We dressed you in your easily identified jacket, got a nice handprint on the gun plus some dabs on the bullets. We've also left some Cocaine and a needle so you can be charged with drug offences. There is £400 in forged £20 notes so you'll be charged with possession of counterfeit currency. The cops are really going to enjoy reading the charge sheet."
It was then I noticed that they were all wearing surgical gloved to ensure that they left no fingerprints of their own.
Barry said "You might be interested to know that four days ago six Hells Angels from the Greenock Untouchables were sent to Peterhead Prison for five years. They are the toughest Angels in the Paisley/Greenock area. Yesterday we ambushed three of their mates, fucked them then fisted them. A skinhead wearing your jacket told him he was Dougie McKenzie from Ferguslie Park and that he had organised the ambush. He also said if he had been in Peterhead he would have organised a gang rape of his Angel mates because they were just a bunch of pansies.
Now just supposing you ended up sharing a cell with the Angel president, whom they say is a violent psychopath and should really be in a mental prison. And supposing you met all six of his gang in the showers in the morning. "
For the first time a cold shiver ran down my spine. I knew the Greenock Untouchables reputation. If I went to Peterhead my life would be sheer hell. Barry and these other bastards had really stitched me up. I let out a muffled plea to him. Somehow I knew he and the others wouldn't listen to me, anyway. Their minds were made up.
Barry got on his mobile phone and I heard him asking for the police. He then said he thought he recognised me going into a disused house and gave an address. He switched the phone off.
"All ready?" he asked the others.
They all nodded.
Craig said "When the cops are seen coming along the road we'll go through the next room and out the back window on to the low flat roof at the back, that leads to another lower roof only five feet off the ground. We've left a car in the next street."
"We're going to give you a chance to escape." said Barry, "When the cops approach, we'll release your left wrist. You can then free your right wrist and your ankles. There are no knots. The ropes wound round your ankles six times. If you're quick enough you can run down the stairs and you might escape."
Jake and Barry released one of my wrists from the strap but kept firm hold of it
Mike was looking out of a crack between the boards covering the window.
"There's a cop car coming down the road." said Mike.
Barry and Jake released my wrist and all four ran out the door. I heard another door slam and the sound of a bolt being drawn. It took about 10 seconds to unwind the rope from my wrist and another 45 seconds to release my ankles. The bastards had put them so far apart I had to drag the heavy weight towards me. It was while I was freeing my ankles that I realised why they had released me. If the cops had walked in and seen me tied down they would have realised there were other guys involved. If they saw me run off on my own they would think I was alone. This all flashed though my mind in seconds.
I got to the door and on to a landing there was a door to my left. It was locked. That must have been they way these bastards had escaped.
I started to run down the stairs when the front door opened. Two cops were coming up the stairs. I punched one in the chest and kicked another in the balls and pushed past them. Another two ran in the doorway as I reached it. I yelled and tried to push past them but they all pounced on me and brought me to the ground. The two cops I had kicked and punched got their revenged and kicked me in the balls and the stomach. Within 30 seconds my wrists were handcuffed behind my back
Twenty minutes later I was dragged into the Charge Room of the Police Station. A sergeant walked in with a plastic bag. He took out of it a gun, two bullets, a wad of £20 notes, two sachets of powder (presumably cocaine).
He said "The judge will throw the book at you. Attempted robbery, stealing a car, possession of a firearm without a licence, endangering life using a firearm, destroying property, i.e. putting bullet holes in the supermarket walls, resisting arrest, assaulting a police officer, possession of counterfeit currency, possession of illegal drugs namely cocaine.
I reckon you'll get five years. They're putting all the Greenock and Paisley tough guys in Peterhead at the moment. You'll be beside that bunch of Hells Angels they sent up last week."
I remembered what Barry had said to me "You might share a cell with the Angel president. What will happen when he meets all six of them in the showers in the morning?"
If that did happened, my arse (and my balls) would go through sheer hell for the next five years.
The End