Tenth Story - Manhunting

If you're alone, the bad guys will rip you off or put a bullet in your bald head. They don't give a shit about your bomber jacket and your Rangers, so find a bro you can rely on! If Marvin had realized that earlier, he probably wouldn't become a victim again. But how often do you stumble in front of a bro like Erik on his bike...?

The plot and heroes of this story are fictitious. Anyone who recognizes themselves in one of them is welcome to feel honoured. The story contains detailed descriptions of gay sex and brutal violence. If you don't wanna read that, just don't do it!

This story was originally published in German language in 2023. It takes place in Berlin, the capital of Germany.

Reading sample

First Part - Marvin

1 – Tuesday evening

How you look like... That big ring in your nose always makes me think of a bull being led to slaughter by a rope!

Nose rings are cool!

And you know I don't like it when you walk around like a skinhead!

I'm a skin now, Mom! I'm into aggro style, no one makes fun of me anymore, you know!

Let them make fun of me, then they'll get a slap on the face! But I'm not going to tell Mom that now. I let go of the white lace that I'm about to stick into the last of the twenty eyelets of my right Ranger, stroke the black leather so that my cock stretches into my bleachers because I'm so cool, and then I stroke my freshly polished bald head.

See?

Yes, I see and I don't like the fact that you're now suddenly... You'll never find a job looking like that! ... What would your father say about...?

I'm concentrating again on finally finishing my second Ranger. I've been practicing in my room for a while, how to do it properly so that you can only see the laces running straight from the left eyelets to the ones on the right side and not diagonally upwards under the eyelets. And once more, I don't feel like talking about my father. I know that if Mom ever starts talking about him, I'll have to stall her right away.

My father ran away when he got you pregnant! Or have you forgotten that again?

Mom still gets a blissful look in her eyes when she thinks about the asshole who begeted me. I have no idea why, maybe he was such a stud in bed. But the fact that she's still hung up on him after so long...

Amir was so romantic, so emotional... By the way, Amir means prince, have I told you that before?

A hundred times, and then I tell you every time that your prince charming just wanted to fuck you! And when he found out what happened, he was in a damn hurry...

That's not true, your father had to take care of his sick mother in Damascus and...

It's been twenty years now and he's never needed to call you. And certainly not to come back to you!

Mom just looks sadly at the old linoleum floor, groans again and gets up. She clears our plates into the sink and starts washing up. I know she's just trying to distract herself from her prince charming from the Arabian Nights. Actually, I'm really sick of consoling her all the time. She needs to finally realize that the asshole was just pretending to love her in order to get her into bed. But I stand behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. I know exactly what she's going to say now.

You have his eyes, Marvin! ... Those black eyes that drew me deep into his soul...

They're dark brown because there are no black eyes, Mom!

Fine, they're dark brown then!

I pinch my really almost black eyes shut for a moment and hope that they turn deep blue when I open them again. I know it's nonsense, of course, but I hate my eyes! I've tried blue contact lenses before, but they make them water a lot. So my only option is to wear cool sunglasses, even if it's not sunny at all. And my skin... Luckily it's only a bit oriental, I must have got the gene from my Mom. In winter they sometimes ask me if I've been on vacation in the sun because my skin is a bit darker than the typical German white. No, I've been to the solarium because I can't afford a vacation!, I say. Well, at least I can shave my hair. I inherited this frizzy black hair from my father. I tried to dye it blonde once when I was wearing contact lenses, but it just looked messy, so I just shaved it off. Every morning for the last two weeks I've been running a tiller over my head. And if I'm going to be a skin on my head, then I wanna be a real skinhead. A German skinhead and not an Arab bastard! That's what they called me at school. Then I punched in their faces, but it didn't do me any good...

I have to go now, Mom, have a nice evening!

With the telly?

I take another deep breath.

I'm working on getting out of here soon. Out of this dump...

You'd better look for a job after you've finally finished your apprenticeship. But the way you look now... And I don't like the kind of people you're going to see!

Mom, I can take care of myself!

I'm really not sure if my butterfly knife is any good if the people I meet wanna rip me off... I'd love to have a gun, but I can't afford one and I have no idea where I could get one. But I've got a job, that's why I meet up with people like that so I can soon afford my own place and a better one for Mom than this one. But of course she shouldn't know what kind of job it is...

It doesn't really wanna get warm this spring, so I'm thinking about whether I need my black hoody or not. Nah, I think it will stay at home today, my white T-shirt looks cooler with my old sage-green bomber. My blue baseball cap isn't really skin-style, a black one would fit better. But better a blue one on a bald head than lying flat with a fever for another week. And the next thing I'm going to get is a broad chav chain around my neck, that's what a man needs!

It's only five minutes to the subway, but I enjoy the looks from people who come towards me on the bridge over the tracks and think bum or Nazi when they walk past me. Me and a Nazi... More a bum! It's the same on the platform. The stressed people who come home from work and just wanna get home quickly stare at my Rangers and then into my face, but nobody makes a comment, they all immediately lower their eyes to the ground. Nobody wants to mess with a skinhead that's taller than most and doesn't just look like he's able to hit. That's the way it should be! Except I still look so young... I've already tried to grow a five-day beard, but it's so curly and black again, I can't do it. But my cool sunglasses make me look older and somehow... more mature, I think.

It's only three stops to Kottbusser Tor on the subway. The train is pretty full, but further back I see a free seat by the window. And I'm in the mood to get aggro, so I push my way through the people in the aisle.

Hey, young man, can't you watch out?

When I come, give way, grandpa!

What an outrage! The youth of today...

I try to stifle my grin and look particularly aggro so that everyone else standing in the aisle quickly moves out of my way. It works! I also push my way through the knees of the two sitting at the aisle. They just look at the floor and don't say anything. That's the way it should be! I drop into my seat and grin at the guy opposite. Hey, he's wearing the same dark red NewBis as me when I'm not walking around in my Rangers. He's probably not older than me and I actually think he's quite cute, even though his shoulders are only half as broad as mine. He's got a black baseball cap on, which should be mine, with the peak backwards like me, of course. His blond hair peeks out from underneath. That's the kind of hair I've always wanted. And his eyes are as deep blue as I've tried with contact lenses, but they're definitely not contact lenses on him. A moment ago he was staring at his mobile, now he's staring at me. He's probably scared of the bad skinhead, but I haven't done anything to him. But since I'm already going aggro anyway, I just put my Rangers on his thighs and grin a little. I'd like to say Lick them! to him now, but here in a crowded train it would be a bit... impractical. The guy's jaw drops, he doesn't know what to think, he stares at my Rangers and then back in my face. But I check how his cock is stretching his black sweat pants. He puts his mobile in his bomber, it's dark red and that goes really cool with his NewBis. Now he grins shyly at me. He puts his hands on my Rangers and runs them over them. Up and down. He closes his eyes, moans blissfully and puts his head back. His baseball cap hits the back of the seat and falls off his head. He is startled and opens his eyes again, trying to catch it before it lands on the dirty floor. But it falls in such a way that it catches right on my left Ranger. He tries to grab it, but I pull my leg up and grab it. I grin at him from behind my cool sunglasses, pull my baseball cap off my head with my other hand and throw it over to him, then I put his on. Now he's grinning too and it looks really cute on him. Before he puts mine on, I check that he really does have the fluffy blond hair that should be mine. I stretch my leg out, but now I put my Ranger between his legs. I press against his hard-on and feel the anticipation dripping out of my hard-on, he wants to get out of my bleachers. Yeah, I could have fun with this guy! It's a real shame that I've got other plans...