The Tattoo
Torture Chamber
by
Dougie fae Glesga

 
 
Chapter 1
I had moved into South Drumchattan a week ago and within days I was told about the Hell's Fire club. Apparently it was a great place for a sleazy pick-up. If you go in scruffy ripped gear you are certain to pick up another guy in scruffy gear wanting kinky sex.

On my first visit on Monday night it lived up to my expectations. I picked a guy in greasy jeans, scruffy shirt and filthy rigger boots. We went to his place and in his garage we dressed in greasy piss stinking overalls ripped at the arse.
He was on his knees and licked my arse until I started dribbling cum juice out of my cock. I then bent him over a work bench and the tight fitting greasy material stuck to his well shaped arse and that rip showed off his arse crack to perfection.

I took my time fucking him but I came quicker than I planned and finally rammed my cock to the hilt and kept it there for 30 seconds.
We sat on an old greasy sofa and had a drink for half an hour before having a second fuck session. This time he fucked me.

The guy's name was Ronny and he was a nice looking guy. During the break he told me some thing about the town, where to go and what to beware of. He mentioned three other good clubs, but not as good as the Hell's Fire.
Then he told me about the Tattoo Torture Chamber. Apparently it is run by a gang who like to capture other guys, fuck them, tattoo them then set them free. When you mention tattoos you think of designs on guys' arms or body. Some of them are beautiful and real works of art but apparently the tattooing these guys do is crude and simple.

Phrases like I AM AN ARSEHOLE, also CALL ME COCKSUCKER and FUCK ME-YOU CUNT are the ones they use most often.
The exact whereabouts of the Chamber is unknown because guys who were captured were blindfolded and taken in a van to the gang's den and fucked by five or six of them. After being fucked they were tattooed, again blindfolded and driven to a spot in the middle of town then released.

Most guys who had been captured thought it was about 5 or 6 miles out of town for their journey seemed to take about 15 minutes.
I left Ronny in a good mood. The kinky session was enjoyable and we planned to meet again in about two weeks time. As for his story of the Tattoo Torture Chamber, I think he was making it up.
 
It was eleven days later about 10 p.m. on Friday night and on my fourth visit to the Hell's Fire. I walked in wearing a pair of scruffy tight fitting jeans, ripped T-shirt showing off my tits and a torn scruffy green bomber jacket.
I spent 30 minutes chatting up a 20-year-old skinhead.
Correction. I wasted 30 minutes chatting up a 20-year-old skinhead. He was dressed in faded ripped jeans (including a rip at his arse), ripped T-shirt and ripped denim jacket, my favourite outfit. He had a lovely shaped arse and gave the indication that he wanted to be fucked.

We were making arrangements to go to his place when suddenly he caught sight of a guy who walked into the bar. The guy was built like a bodybuilder. Huge muscles hung by his side like a gorilla. In fact, he looked more gorilla than human.

The young skin said "Excuse me. That's a mate who has just walked in. I haven't seen him for several weeks." and hurried off to the gorilla. A minute later they walked out of the bar together, the gorilla putting his hand over the young skinhead's arse. I hope the ape-man's cock gets jammed up the young bastard's arse hole. That was 30 minutes of my time wasted.
I remained for another 15 minutes, spoke to a couple of guys but saw no-one I fancied. Perhaps I'm getting too fussy or more likely I was annoyed at losing the handsome skinhead.

I decided to try the Queen's Arms; only about five minutes walk from the Hell's Fire. It was nicknamed the Queens Arse because there were a lot of queens go there. At least I would probably get an arse to fuck.
There was one guy I knew who went to it. He was well built but camp as hell. At least he has a well shaped arse, and he had a nice soft bed to sleep the night away.
As I left at the bar I pushed aside a guy coming in. I was still in a bad mood.

"Who the fuck are you pushing?" he said, "Does nobody in there want your arse?"
I stopped and looked at him.
"Who the fuck are you talking to?" I said, "Lucky for you I'm in a hurry or I would belt you in the jaw."
The guy stopped and looked me up and down.
"Yes. You look the type who no-one would want to fuck. Probably haven't got an arse at all." he said.
"I've a good mind to run my cock up your fuck'n arse." I said.

I knew I was in the wrong for pushing him as I went out but I was in no mood to apologise.
"You two guys don't seem to be getting on too well." said a voice behind me. "Why don't you settle it outside? You both look as if you could look after yourselves and you both have nice looking arses. A little wrestling match and the one who is held down for 20 seconds loses and apologises to the other guy."

Two well built guys in scruffy jeans, scruffy denim shirts and steel toe-capped boots stood behind us. Seconds later another two guys in combat gear appeared.
The second scruff whispered to me "I know that cunt. He's all mouth and little action. You'll make mincemeat out of him"
The guy who I had pushed as I was going out said "That's OK by me. If this pansy can hold me down for 20 seconds I'll apologise to him. In fact I'll go down on my knees and lick his boots."

I resented being called a pansy.
"You're on." I said. I decided this cocky bastard needs taken down a peg. What better way than licking my boots.
"Let's go round the side lane." said scruffy guy No 1, "I've parked my transit van there and I know it's quiet."

He led the way followed by my opponent. I followed him, and then came the second scruffy guy and the two other guys. I never suspected I was walking into a trap.
I never saw the second scruff give a thumb's up sign to the two guys in combat gear or their heads nodding in reply.

Scruffy Guy No 1 walked to a spot behind a van and out of sight of the entrance to the car park.
I followed him and stood facing my opponent.
Scruff No 1 said "Stand with your hands by your sides and about 6 ft apart. I will count from five down to one. When I reach one you go for your man and start wrestling. No kicking or biting. Does that sound OK?"
That sounded OK to me and I nodded my head. The two scruffs stood behind me and the two combat guys stood behind my opponent.
Scruff No 1 started counting "Five, . . . Four, . . . Three,"

He had just said three when an arm went round my neck and a hand held a cloth to my mouth. I was twisted to the side and Scruff No 2 brought is knee into my balls. With the cloth covering my mouth all I could let out was a muffled yell. Second later they all piled on top of me. The pain in my balls almost paralysed me for a minute.

Too late I realised I had walked into a trap as Scruff No 1 said to my opponent "Harry. Get the ropes from the van and we'll tie his legs and his wrists."
Despite my efforts I was pinned to the ground by four of them as first my ankles were tied together. The cloth, which had been held to my mouth, was forced into it and a rope tied across my mouth and round my head. Then my arms were forced behind my back and my wrists tied together.

Within three minutes I was trussed up and nobody in the bar had heard a thing. I was lifted up and dumped into the van, and the two scruffy guys climbed in after me and closed the doors. An old sheet was pressed round my head blindfolding me. 30 seconds later the engine started and we drove off.

 

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Chapter 2
By now I had regained my thoughts. How could I have walked into that trap? I had been so angry at the gorilla I hadn't been thinking. One of the guys rubbed my arse and said "A nice arse there. I'll have my cock up that a few times tonight."
Where were they taking me? Going to fuck me several times? It looks as If I was to be the main attraction in a gang-bang.

It must have been about fifteen minutes later that the van stopped. Where were we? We could be miles from town. The rear doors were opened and hands grabbed me and carried me into a workshop.
There were six or seven other guys there.
"Hey guys. Look what we brought in to help with the party. Another arsehole to fuck."

Six guys gathered round me. My wrists were untied but they kept a firm grip of them and my T-shirt was torn off me. Then, despite my struggles, two guys held each arm and leg and I was carried to one corner and manhandled on to a sling. One guy secured one ankle with chains then the other followed by one wrist then the second. Only when I was securely chained did they all step back and laughed at me. I lay on the sling with my legs wide apart and my arsehole exposed.

I looked around me. We were in a large cellar. The roof was about 10ft high, about 20ft wide and 40ft long. About 12ft away, bent over a workbench was the young skinhead I had tried to chat up about an hour ago. His ankles and wrists were tied to the legs of the bench and he was blindfolded. His jeans were ripped at the arse and a guy was fucking him. At the same time another guy was ramming his cock down the skin's throat. I looked around and counted a total of twelve guys.

About 20ft away from me was the bodybuilder, the gorilla that the young skinhead had walked off with. He was naked and stood spread-eagled under an overhead beam. For the first time I admired the guy. OK, I said earlier he looked like a gorilla. I was resentful at the time. He wasn't really ugly but he was certainly tough looking. How could he be captured? He looked as if he could strangle a guy with one hand.

I discovered later that the gorilla, sorry, bodybuilder, whose name was Mike, had stopped one of this gang from chatting up the young skinhead three weeks ago. He then called the guy a pansy and a wallflower and threatened to make the guy suck his cock.
Now that pansy wanted revenge. He was with three of his mates when they saw Mike and followed him to the Hell's Fire bar. One of them called another three guys on his mobile phone to come to the club where they planned the kidnapping. Six guys had jumped him and another held the young skin at knifepoint in a secluded part of the car park only 16ft away from the bar. They had arrived at the den with their prisoners only ten minutes before me.

Four of the gang gathered round Mike. Electric tit clamps were secured to his tits. More electric clamps to his cock and balls.
One guy stood in front of him and said "Right, Mr Universe. You're going to apologise for calling me a pansy. Then you're going to address me as SIR."
"Fuck off." said the bound guy, "Go, and lick my arse."
The guy who addressed him certainly didn't look effeminate. He looked tough to me.
"It looks as if we have to teach you a few lessons." said his captor, "Switch on the tit clamps for twenty seconds."
A guy at the side turned a knob on a small box with wires leading to the bound guy's tits.

The bound guy gave a slight gasp and gritted his teeth.
"Fuck off." he gasped.
"Switch them on again." said the gang leader and the probes were again switched on.
Mike gave another gasp and twisted his body as the electric shock ran through his tits.
The four guys around him laughed at his predicament.
"Switch them on again, Harry. On for twenty seconds and off for twenty seconds several times." said one of them to the guy at the switch.
He obliged and the bound guy twisted and gasped each time the shock ran through his body.
"Bastard." shouted Mike as he jerked his body. "I'll fuck'n flatten your face when I get hold of you."

The group gathered round him jeered. After three minutes the gang leader said "Put another set of clamps on his balls."
One contact was taped to his cock and another to one of his balls. All the time the body builder cursed his captors. One guy pressed a switch and Mike's body jerked and he let out another torrent of abuse.

His cock, which had been limp, came to life and quickly rose getting larger and firmer. The bound guy struggled with his bonds and twisting his body. Within a minute his cock was erect. He continued to jerk and gasp but the gang stood and laughed. One gripped the end of his cock.
"Should we milk him before we fuck him?" he said to the others. By now all twelve guys had gathered round.
"Milk the cunt." said one guy. There were shouts of agreement from others.

One guy standing behind Mike suddenly flipped a rope over his head and pulled across his mouth. Despite Mike's struggles the guy tied it behind his head. Mike let out a series of muffled yells. This made his captors laugh again.
"Bring the vibrator." said the leader. Seconds later he was handed a rod about two inches diameter. At one end was a suction cup. The cup fitted over Mike's cock. When switched on he gave a muffled gasp and his cock turned rock hard and bright red. The leader kept the suction cup rotating round the bound guy's throbbing cock and he continued to gasp and jerk his hips.
After about two minutes Mike's breathing became deeper and he started moaning. Suddenly he let out a muffled yell and a stream of creamy liquid shot out of his cock.

There were cheers from the gang.
"Give him two minutes and do the whole thing over again. First the electric shock on and off every twenty seconds for three minutes then the vibrator. I'm going to make the bastard so exhausted he won't struggle when my cock goes up his fuck'n arse." said the leader handing the vibrator to another guy.

It was then that the five who captured me approached me, lying secured in the sling. I became uneasy. Were they going to fit the clamps to my tits and give me electric shocks? Were they going to fit the clamps to my cock and use a vibrator and milk me? I'm no wimp but decided I wasn't doing any heroics.
"OK. Smart arse. I want an apology for pushing me in the Hells Fire Club." said the guy I had pushed aside.
The last thing I wanted were these clamps on my balls so I decided to be apologetic and give an excuse for my actions.
"Sorry, mate. I was a bit upset. I had just spent 30 minutes chatting up that skinhead over there when the body builder walked in."
I thought it better not to describe the guy as a gorilla.

They looked at me, looked at the skinhead and then they all laughed.
"Well, that's an original excuse. It might be true. Too late now. I want to try out these electric tit clamps on you."
It was obvious my excuse was useless. Should I also curse and swear at them? Better not. It could make things worse.
The electric tit clamps were removed from Mike and fitted to my tits. Twenty seconds later were switched on. I let out a yell and jerked my body. For fuck sake how much power were they sending through?

The power switched off and thirty seconds later switched on again. I let out another yell.
"Hey. This cunt's cock is rising. Switch on the current again." said one guy.
The current was switched on again and again I let out a yell and twisted my body in the sling as the current ran through my tits. They felt as if they were getting fried. I became conscious of my cock. It was now semi-hard. One guy gently rubbed my arse and that was enough for my cock to spring erect.
"Well, well, well. It looks like our prisoner likes his tits singed. Switch it on again." said the guy I had insulted, and seconds later another shock ran through my tits.
"Please. No more." I shouted. "I'll do anything you want. Suck your cock. Lick your arse."
"Don't worry, Arsehole. You're going to do that. After we've fucked you and tattooed you.
TATTOO !! The word ran a shock wave through my body.

 

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Chapter 3
It took a full second for it to sink in. That story Ronny had told me about a tattoo chamber was true. I was in it. I was in the Tattoo Torture Chamber.
"No!" I shouted and struggled with my bonds but it was no use. They were secure. One of the guys stood behind me and suddenly a bar gag was pushed across my mouth and tied behind my neck. All I could let out was a faint muffled yell. Now the thought of twelve cocks up my arse was a minor detail compared with what would be tattooed on my body.
"Let's fuck the cunt first." said one of the scruffy guys who had captured me.

Standing in front of me he took out his cock. It was already hard. Someone rubbed a handful of grease round my arsehole and the guy stepped forward. Gripping my hips he rammed his cock up with full force.
I let out a muffled gasp as his cock rammed in. I didn't struggle, because I knew it was useless. Also I was still in a daze realising I was in the Tattoo Torture Chamber. I just lay there in a daze with my legs wide apart as one after another five guys fucked me. After that they went over to watch the bodybuilder.

Mike was still being milked. Within thirty minutes he had shot five loads of juice from his cock, each load of juice getting clearer and smaller in amount. His cock was no longer rock hard and he no longer struggling as he was being milked. Just occasionally giving a muffled moan. He looked exhausted.
He never struggled as the gang leader stepped behind him and rammed his cock up his arse.
I lay in the sling watching for over an hour as all twelve guys fucked him. All the time he was being fucked someone held the vibrator to his now limp cock and occasionally he would let out a whimper as some clear liquid came out.

The gang leader stood in front of Mike and said "Now it's time for a reminder of your visit. The tattoos. What do you want? How about CALL ME AN ARSE HOLE or I AM A COCKSUCKER or how about I AM A PISS DRINKER."
Mike stared at him and must have suddenly realised he also, was in the Tattoo Torture Chamber. He let out a muffled roar and struggled with his bonds and shaking his head but to no avail. All the gang burst out laughing.
"He'll be too difficult to gag. Bring a polythene bag." said the leader.

A minute later a clear polythene bag was pulled over Mike's head. A chloroform pad was pushed inside the bag and the gang leader tied the bag at Mike's neck stopping any air from passed through. It was the only way they could knock him out.
Another guy switched on the vibrator and held it against Mike's cock. The guy gave a gasp and breathed in some of the fumes. About a minute later Mike's head sagged forward, his legs bent and his arms took his weight. The leader waited another minute, removed the polythene bag and lifted Mike's head.

"Out like a light. He'll sleep for a couple of hours and by that time he'll have four lovely tattoos. You guys with the tattoo equipment work as fast as you can. I don't expect a copper plate quality, just get as much on as quickly as possible."
Three guys nodded their heads. I presumed these are the bastards who will tattoo me.
One of the gang brought the chloroform pad over to me. I looked at it and knew I was next. He walked behind me suddenly the pad was pressed into my face. Somebody drew a belt across my balls and I gasped breathing in the fumes. I held back as long as possible but I felt myself get sleepy and passed out.

 

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Chapter 4
I woke up stretched out face down on a tiled floor. Where was I? What was I doing here? Hands grabbed me, turned me over and sat me up. I was too groggy to focus my eyes. I think I said "Leave me alone." and I was turned over on my back and dropped on the floor again.
I seemed to be able to collect my thoughts better if my eyes were closed. My thoughts were returning. I remember I had been tied up, taken to a warehouse, fucked and told I was to be tattooed. Was I tattooed? I was aware I wasn't tied up now. Should I try to escape?
Two guys approached me as I tried to rise and each grabbed an arm at the shoulder, pulled me to a wall and sat me up.

"Wake up, sunshine. Time to see your lovely new tattoos." said one of them and produced a mirror. I looked in it. Across my chest and above my tits were the words I LOVE TIT TORTURE. Across my navel was CALL ME COCKSUCKER.
The guy said "Lucky for you that you apologised to Harry for pushing him at the Hells Fire Club otherwise you would have four tattoos back and front. Also we're concentration on that bodybuilding bastard. Andy (the gang leader) wants as many tattoos on him as possible. Don't worry we'll get two tattoos on your back later. Something like FUCK HERE and I AM AN ARSEHOLE."
I shuddered at his remarks.

Seconds later Mike was carried from the tattoo area and dropped on the floor. A steel collar was fitted round his neck. There was a chain from the collar to the wall.
I stared at him in disbelief. Across his chest above his tits were the words BEAT ME UP AND FUCK ME. Under his tits were the words I LOVE TIT TORTURE. Across his stomach was I AM A PROFESSIONAL ARSE LICKER.
They rolled him on his chest and across his back were the words I'VE HAD 30 SKINHEAD COCKS UP MY ARSE AND LOVED IT. On his left arse cheeks was FUCK and on the right arse cheek was HERE. The aim of the two tattoos were to indicate the guy's arse.
When this guy is released he is either going to run away and hide or he was going to go berserk.

One of the gang looked at his watch and said "It's 2 a.m. The Eagle Bar will be coming out now. Let's get a Hell's Angle and tattoo the bastard."
The Eagle is a bar mainly for Hells Angels. Only guys in scruffy leathers and members of a recognised Hells Angel gang are allowed in. The police often sit outside at closing time so some Angels who have drunk over the limit walk to nearby Kings Park and cruise round for 30 minutes then go back to the Eagle to pick up their bikes. Sometimes they also get a quick fuck in the park.
There were shouts of agreement.

"We can pick up one in the park quite easily. Just get a decoy to give the impression he wants a cock up his arse and lead the Angel into a clump of trees and the rest pounce on him." said another.
The leader looked at Mike, who was still unconscious, and said "When he appears to come round gag him. We'll fuck him again and put another tattoo on him later."
Nodding to me he said "Tie that cunt up and we can put more tattoos on him later as well."

I was still groggy and didn't resist as a collar was put round my neck and padlocked to a chain from the wall.
He suggested eight guys go and bring back two Hells Angels. There were cheers all round. He indicated seven guys to go with him to the park to kidnap two Hells Angels and a few minutes later they left leaving four guys in the cellar.
I lay on the ground trying to gather my thoughts. I looked at the chain securing me to the wall. The ring in the wall was only 6 inches off the ground. If only I had the strength to pull.

I stopped in mid-thought and stared at the chain. It was padlocked to a ring in the wall but the padlock was not closed fully. The guy securing the chain to my collar had checked that end but not the other end of the chain at the wall. Slowly I looked round to see if anyone was watching me. One guy was giving another a guy a blow job and the third guy was fucking the fourth guy. Quietly I unhooked the open padlock.

It was then I noticed Mike was awake. He looked in my direction. I put my finger to my mouth to indicate he was to keep quiet. On a bench I saw a bunch of keys. Keys to padlock?
Holding the chain in my hand to stop it rattling I slowly crawled over to the bench. The four guys were reaching their climax and only concentrating on shooting their juice. I reached the keys. Mike was watching me. By now he looked fully awake. I crawled to him and fitted a key in the padlock securing his neck. We were in luck. It was the first key that unlocked his collar. Would it unlock mine? I tried it and it worked. I was also free.
"You take the ones doing the fucking. They'll be less prepared. I'll take the other two. Wrap that chain round your fist and use it as a knuckle duster." he whispered.

Suddenly we jumped up and pounced on our captors. They were totally unprepared and within three minutes lay in a daze. We chained them to the walls. We made sure their padlocks were secure.
I had noticed the handsome skinhead lying in a corner. I went over to him. He was stripped naked and was unconscious. Tattooed across his chest was I AM A WHORE and across his back was I WANT 20 COCKS UP MY ARSE EVERY DAY.
Mike said "I see you're tattooed as well. Read what it says on me."
"I don't think you're going to like it." I said and I read out what was on his back and front.

"I'll fuck the bastards. Wait 'til I get my hand on that fuck'n leader." he said.
"He said he was going to do more tattoos on you later. There are eight gang members out looking for some Hells Angels." I said.
By now the slim skinhead prisoner was waking. I found his name was Benny. I bet he won't be happy when he sees his tattoos.
I said "Let's get our clothes on and get out of here before they return."
"I would like to know where we are. Then I'll come back with some mates and burn the place down with them inside."
"Come back with ten guys who have been tattooed and we can tattoo the lot of them." I said.
"A good idea. Get your clothes on and we'll get some mates and come back later."
"We are probably miles from town. It was about 15 minutes to come here in the van."
Within a minute we had our clothes on.

We opened a door on to a street. Where were we? In a village miles from town? We walked to a corner and Mike stopped.
"I don't believe it." he said "We are in the middle of town and only 100 yards from the Hells Fire bar."
"What do you mean?" I said.
"The bastards must pick up a guy, drive out of town or in circle for fifteen minutes making him think he has been driven about 5 or 6 miles away and end up here."

Suddenly he recognised a guy and shouted him. He spoke to him and a minute later the guy drew out a mobile phone and started phoning several people.
Mike said "This is Freddie. He was captured by the gang. He's phoning other guys who were also captured as well as their mates. We want as many guys here as quickly as we can."
Two minutes later four guys appeared from one direction and another two from a second direction. By now there were ten of us.
"Let's go back to the cellar and wait for these guys." said Mike.

We had just closed the door behind us when we heard a van draw up. Mike, Benny and I ran to the wall, removed our shirts and lay down pretending to be unconscious. Seconds later the door opened and two Hells Angels were dragged in. The gang were so busy trying to control the Angels they never saw the trap we set until it was sprung.
Within three minutes they were all tied up. We released the Hells Angels and explained the gang's plans.
We were told that four Hells Angels had already been tattooed by the gang.
I suggested that we string up the leaders and tattoo them, invite all the guys who had been their victims to come round and fuck them, and bring their mates. Everyone agreed.

 

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Chapter 5
It was 2.30 a.m. We had all day to get prepared. Some of the guys left. Three guys remained with Mike, Benny and myself.
We told the three tattooists that they were going to tattoo the leaders. Refusal would mean a broken arm or a beating. Seeing the mood Mike was in they agreed and set to work.
By 8 p.m. that night we were ready for our visitors. We had traced as many guys as possible and told them to invite their friends. A Hells Angel gang (of 15 members) were coming at 11 p.m. Knowing their reputation for rough play we thought we would leave them to the end.

The leader and eight other guys were strung up spread-eagled and gagged. (The remaining three members were the tattooists. They would do the tattooing.)
Across the prisoners' shoulders and backs were tattoos including I AM AN ARSE LICKING CHAMPION and GET YOUR FREE FUCK HERE with an arrow pointing to their arse holes. Down their left thighs was I AM A SHIT EATER. Across their chests and above their tits was I LOVE TIT TORTURE and immediately below their tits was I LIKE THEM FRIED. Across their stomachs was I AM A COCKSUCKER CHAMPION.

The three tattooists would be released first. They knew that their lives would be hell if the rest of their gang found them.
By 8 p.m. they were released and advised to leave town. No doubt they would get out as quickly as they could, and as far as they could.

As for the rest of the gang, their arses were red raw with belting and fucking. Each fucked several times and each belted 100 times during the next three hours.
At 11 p.m. the Hells Angels arrived. I won't tell you what happened after that but at 3 a.m. nine naked guys were dumped outside the hospital with broken jaws or ribs or other fractures. Their excuses at the hospital reception were the same, "I fell down the stairs." or "I was sleep walking."

 
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