Dear Nifty-Readers,
I hope that all of you had a good week full of fun. Thanks once again for all your positive feedback on my previous chapters. Now Chapter 17 is out. What follows now is that our Chokee is getting introduced into the hot and hard world of RAC rock music and the bands who compose and play this overwhelming music style. No wonder that Chokee is fascinated right from the beginning and of course even more so since Lars introduces him to the band members and establishes personal contact. For Chokee this turns out to be another decisive step into the hard and heavy skinhead scene. It seems that now there is no holdback anymore.
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A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 17: The Big Event at Stealth (Part 1) (slightly revised)
When we came downstairs to the center, there was already full action going on. Parts of the area needed to be rearranged for the concert that night. Almost immediately many of the other brothers came to Seth and wanted to have a chat with him. He quickly retreated with those guys into one corner and started to handle their requests one after the other.
I discovered Lars, who was busy transporting and arranging heavy loudspeakers at those locations that were used as the concert area and where they would have the maximum effect. He looked even more impressive than usual. He wore only dark blue bleachers with his red braces hanging down. And he had his dark red combat boots on. His upper body was topless and so I could see every muscle of his extremely well-defined body. And since he had been active at least for the last half hour, he was completely buffed up. When I saw Lars first, he was in a squat position taking care of a cable, which, when I looked at the irresistible shape of his ass and the perfect V-form of his upper body, was already an irresistible turn-on. When I could also see that he didn`t have any underwear on, I was completely over the edge. Even though I had just come from a hard session with Seth, my tool stiffened immediately - a typical reaction that I was having numerous times a day since I came to the brotherhood. Fortunately, because of Seth's heavy training, having a hard-on just felt good meanwhile and also made me proud a bit, 'cause it proved that I had enough stamina to be called a true comerade; all stupid feelings of embarassement and false politeness had been gone away.
I came close to Lars, got into a squat position as well, and was touching his ass with my right hand and asked him:
"Can I help you brother with anything? I wanna make myself useful."
As soon as I was next to him, I could smell that he had gotten a little sweaty; this smell and Lars' man scent always put me over the edge and my erection got even stronger so that it was now visible for everyone looking at my crotch.
Lars of course noticed right away, also because his intuition and analytical skills were equally or sometimes even better developed than Seth`s. He gave me a dirty smile, took a deep puff from his cigarette and then said:
"Well, buddy. If your offer means that we go to the bathroom right away and fool around... then unfortunately I have to say no, `cause we have some work to do."
He pointed with another sarcastic smile to my crotch to make clear that he had a reason to interpret my offer like that. Then he went on:
"But if you mean that you wanna help arrange this area for the event tonight, then your offer is happily accepted. So, get the other loudspeakers and position them there, there and there. Keep your ass moving! Physical labor is not a shame, asshole!"
When he was telling me this, he finger-pointed to the three spots.
"Of course, brother. I`ll do that right away." I got up and wanted to leave. But before I could, Lars put his left hand beneath my pants and shortly got between my ass. Only this small move made my erection get to its maximum and Lars of course noticed this effect with some deep satisfaction. He was now playing the amused part and said to me with a dirty grin:
"Hey buddy. Not that you get it wrong. I said that first the work needs to be done. But if thereafter we have some time until the party starts, then Id be happy to have some privacy with you. Its not that I wouldn`t have liked your offer."
I smiled, shortly showed him my tongue and then started to work on my assignments. Lars laughed heavily. This guy was truly amazing when he was in a good mood.
The loudspeakers were very heavy like shit and by their sheer weight one could feel the power of sound they could produce. I was also instructed to install the cables correctly and to connect them properly to the sound mixing machine. In addition we had to separate the concert area from the rest of the center and we did that with special separation bands - like the ones you find at airports. We also removed the tables from the bar area so there could be an easy exchange between the bar where you could get the beer and the concert area.
While I was working and arranging all the stuff that Lars wanted me to so, a song called ALL YOUR FUCKING LIES by a group called TRUE AGGRESSION was playing in the background - a group that Phil had already recommended to me. The more I listened to the lyrics, the more I could identify my growing anger and hate against my previous life and all the people who played a role in there with these lines:
All your words are fucking lies
You do this all the time but the truth is on the rise
Your so-called democracy is nothing but a joke
But we fight for a turnaround, 'cause this is what all hope.
Propaganda every day to spread out your fucking shit
on TV and even at school, it's brainwash for the kids
manipulation for you and me means slavery for all
You are the real enemy and finally you'll fall.
While I was listening to the song and reflecting a little bit about the long way that I had already gone with the help of the brotherhood, Lars suddenly told me:
"You and the other brothers who will work at the bar will later walk around the concert area anyway and throw some beer cans to those comrades who make clear that they are thirsty. As Seth told you, tonight will be quite a show. It`s two of the best RAC bands playing and all comrades will be quite hilarious about it. So keep them happy by your appearance, by your friendliness, and of course by providing enough drinks and by always paying them your respect. 'Cause respect, dignity, honor, loyalty - these are the only values that count for us. But that you should hopefully know already by now. Do you wanna get to know the band members by the way?"
I nodded and couldn't believe my luck. I became really curious.
"Then let`s go. They are still in a separate room in the basement. I assume they are practicing a bit or some of them may take a rest. There are two bands, one English called NO REMORSE and one coming from Germany called KOMMANDO SKIN. But the last one is also partially singing in English. Maybe you should listen at least to some of their songs before we visit them. Have you ever listened to RAC music before you joined us?"
I shook my head and said: "Only what I've been listening to since I came here."
I blushed a bit, 'cause I felt a little embarrassed. After a short pause I tried to explain myself a bit more:
"But now this music has really hit me. I guess you've noticed this already. I mean, it's expressing everything that my new life should stand for. Right?"
Lars gave me an affirmative hug and that felt good. But my anger against the shitty people back in my old life was growing again, 'cause there of course this music style stood for the extreme that had to be avoided under any circumstances without even listening to it at first. But on the other hand, I told myself, these shitty bastards wouldn't have seized the essence of the lyrics anyways.
Lars took out his cell, gave me his earphones, and put on some music. The sound was extremely powerful and I adored that. I knew the band from hearsay already, but what I got to listen to was just overwhelming. It made me super hard once again. Everything was supported by strong rhythmic hard beats and the texts, especially the chorus part, were mind-blowing. One part for instance went as follows:
I LOVE MY HISTORY, I LOVE MY LAND.
I'M PROUD, I WANNA BE FREE! I'M GONNA MAKE MY STAND.
BUT IF I SPEAK MY MIND, I'M IN TROUBLE THAT'S FOR SURE!
MR. LAWMAN WILL COME AND KICK DOWN MY DOOR.
THEY ARE NOTHING BUT PUPPETS, WITHOUT OWN MINDS.
IF YOU'RE A PATRIOT, THEY GOT YOU IN THEIR SIGHT!
THEY WANT TO LOCK YOU UP 'CAUSE YOU'RE PROUD TO BE RIGHT
BUT LISTEN FUCKERS! YOU'LL PISS IN YOUR PANTS WHEN WE START THE FIGHT!
I immediately got into the rhythm and especially the lyrics. When Lars saw the fascination in my eyes, he gave me a friendly slap and smiled:
"Not bad, huh? You understand now why tonight will be a little rougher. This music is a real turn on."
Finally we came downstairs to the basement level, where there were two larger rooms that were equipped as rehearsal rooms. They were connected to each other by one door. We got into the first room and Lars was immediately greeted by the three other skins like an old friend. From the way they were hugging each other, one could tell these were long-standing friendships. The three had the typical skin look and also looked quite trained. Two of them wore bleachers, the other one combat pants - the only two forms anyway that were accepted in the skin world. They had tattoos with strong political statements all over their bodies. Equally, the logos on their t-shirts and muscle shirts were - as should be the case - extremely provocative, like swastikas, eagles with iron cross, thor hammers, or black sun wheels or texts like
LET'S FIGHT FOR A THIRD REICH or PC WANKERS FUCK OFF!
Shortly after the greeting Lars turned to me and introduced the band to me:
"Comrade, this is Julian, Andy and Don from Kommando Skin. The song that you just heard on my cell "When the Storm Breaks" is from them. And vice versa: this is Chokee, Seth's new recruit or student so to say."
We hugged each other cordially and they seemed to know my story already and thus had an idea where I came from and what my new position was.
Julian, the lead singer of the group, started a cigarette and inhaled deeply at first. Then he turned to me and made clear by his body gesture that he wanted to talk to me for a bit - or to put it even better: he just knew how to make it appear as a real privilege that I - who was still a recruit - had the honor to talk to him. He began the conversation by saying:
"It rarely happens that Seth takes such an interest in a new comrade. He's an amazing comrade with a lot of commitments towards our movement. So, brother, you must really be someone special. Be proud of your elite treatment and your recruitment training! It's very exceptional."
As soon as I heard that, all this made me extremely proud, and I thanked Julian a lot for his compliment. Then, in order to be nice too, I complimented them on their music:
"I just heard one song now, but the experience was mind-blowing. I hope I get a lot more to hear tonight."
"You can bet your ass on this. You will listen to some really, really good shit that keeps your ass going," Don replied and all were laughing like hell.
"Well," Andy said, "brothers, we don't wanna be mean, but we still need to do some work so that tonight will be as mind-blowing as our younger brother just described it. But I'm sure we'll have some fun after the concert and can have a beer together."
"I'll bring you the beer, 'cause I'm working as a waiter tonight. So please always tell me what you wanna have and I'll take care of this immediately. I want you to feel totally welcome," I said a bit shy.
"Very well. if you want, you can stay with us and listen to our rehearsal," Julian suggested with a grin that was hard to interpret. Did this guy also want to fool around with me?
It was no longer necessary to think about the offer and its true meaning, 'cause Lars jumped in and said:
"I don't think that's such a good idea. You need your time now and you, Chokee, need to prepare yourself for the job tonight. And by the way, the concert should be a surprise for you, too. Therefore let's go!"
He gave me a sign that made clear that this was an order that I just had to follow. We said goodbye. Thereafter, we went through the middle door to the next room, where we met the guys from No Remorse.
The guys we found there introduced themselves as Dan, Archie and Nigel and one could see immediately that it was Dan who as the vocalist was the group leader. Dan was the smallest brother in height, but right from the first moment you met him, had an enormously shining personality. He had a deep and smoky voice which made him appear and sound extremely hot by nature. You could also see that he, just like the other members, was well-trained and muscular. Naturally they all had nationalistic and patriotic tattoos, most of them in Gothic or Celtic style, all over their bodies, which emphasized their mysterious looks. Again, I felt almost immediately welcome by these guys, `cause they were laughing and joking a lot with me and body contact was established within no time. And also these guys knew already who I was and what strange coincidence had made me come to the brotherhood. Another time it became clear to me how well the flow of information worked between all comrades of the brotherhood. They used all available modern communication forms and had excellent ways to convey hidden messages to each other.
It again appeared that Lars had known the group for ages. They were having quite a few cigarettes together and were laughing a lot about old times, how they were able to deceive the authorities as to when and where they were playing and how much fun everyone had when parties had gotten to their peak. And of course they were also telling about brothers who just went crazy during such events and did things like pissing at the bar or even fucking in public. From their stories it also became clear to me that quite often such hot action went on solely between men, which for them appeared completely normal. I couldn't believe what I heard and prepared myself mentally for some heavy action later this night.
"Seems that quite a lot will go on when you guys play your great songs," I said more out of the necessity to say at least something.
At that point Dan looked at me, smiled, hugged me a bit and then started with his beautiful smoky voice:
"Well brother. If the folks back then had already had someone as hot as you are, maybe then not so much would have happened. So we're really happy to have you among us! Maybe you will make people behave. Welcome anyways!"
"Or exactly the contrary will happen. All comrades will fight for his ass," Archie intervened and everyone of us was roaring out of laughter.
I thanked Dan and the others properly for their compliments and then Lars again gave me a sign that we should leave and let the band continue with their rehearsal. When we left the room, I was really excited. My clash with the whole RAC world was of course still fresh, but already had become very persuasive to me and I couldn't wait for the concerts to start. Lars felt my excitement, 'cause I was talking like a waterfall to him about this. While we were walking the long hallways back to the center area, it was Lars who suddenly halted, looked at me and then suddenly and without any pre-warning pushed me through a door that led to a small room located in the basement area. The room was small and was only furnished with a stool and a plastic table. I was completely surprised by Lars' sudden move so I didn't know at the beginning what he wanted from me and also got a bit scared for a short moment.
Lars smiled at me quite amused, sat down on the stool and then in his typically quiet but still dominant manner asked me:
"Does this room tell you something?"
I looked around and suddenly I could remember again...of course, this was the room where, under quite unfortunate circumstances, I had my first encounter with the brothers after we had met in front of the movie theatre some months ago. It was still frightening when I started to remember, but on the other hand I was also a bit proud at what I had achieved already since then. And of course I was enormously thankful for the friendship I could establish with all three brothers in the meantime.
"You are absolutely toxic, you know that?" Lars suddenly said and looked at me with a smile.
"How so? I don't understand," I replied.
"Well, you convinced the toughest guy who exists on this fucking planet to give up his original plan to kill you. But not only that! He tells us now that we shall undertake every possible effort to make an elite fighter out of you. And compared to the iron fist with whom he treats all other people, this guy behaves like a sheep in front of you. So, wouldn't you say that your conduct could be described as toxic, when it comes to the effect you have on other brothers?"
"I don't know, Lars, what to say. Please believe me. I don't do anything on purpose. But you certainly can't blame me for not wanting to die the other night, can you?" I replied.
My answer resulted in laughter on both sides. Lars at one point laughed so intensively that, also because of the cigarette in his mouth, it seemed for a short while as if he couldn't breathe any more. The whole situation was very funny up to the point when Lars spread his legs so that I could see his crotch, and then looked at me with a certain kind of lust.
"Come between my legs immediately, mate! We have still some time until the event starts and, as I told you before, now could be the right time for some mutual reward."
Then Lars started to smoke another cigarette. I came closer and as soon as I had his man scent in my nose, I couldn't retreat anymore. Almost like in trance, I just kneeled down in front of his crotch and started to smell his dick, his thighs and his stomach. It was just awesome and quickly I lost all my hesitation. With my mouth I tried to open his tight bleachers. Lars helped me with this task, but said:
"Take my fingers in your mouth and then start licking my upper body. Only after that you turn to my dick. Do it and try to bring me to the edge!"
I did as told and first took the fingers of his right hand in my mouth. They tasted a bit like iron and I combined this taste in my mind immediately with hard physical labour. Then I went on with his arm and got further to his armpit. Due to the heavy physical work Lars had done for hours in the center, there was quite some dry, but still fresh, sweat on his skin. But this didn't taste bad at all, 'cause it wasl fresh sweat and Lars' general man scent was just mind-blowing. I knew that already from the morning exercise with him and Phil. Most likely because of their hard training and their diets all brothers didn't get stinky like normal people. They smelt different and I hoped deep inside that I could also achieve this stage. It was quite a unique smell, a mixture of one's own body odor, fresh sweat and also a bit piss, dust, cigarette and finally a little soap, which came from his last shower. Equally, due to his trained body, everything that my tongue met was hard and compact and there was absolutely no disgusting flabby part which for sure would have tasted different.
"You smell and taste awesome, brother! I will never be able to resist this," I whispered to him, while licking his different body parts and turning now to his stomach and to his belly button.
"Don't you think that you owe me some respect and gratitude? After all, it's also my training that is turning you into one of us elite power fighters? And believe me, Seth, Phil, and I have put quite some effort into this." Lars looked deep into my eyes. Any smile was gone from his face.
At first I wasn't sure what he meant. So I said:
"Brother, I'm not sure what it is that you want from me."
Lars looked at his boots and said half joking and half threatening:
"After today's hard work, my boots could deserve some polishing. I mean they got so dusty first of all, 'cause you appeared late and I had to do most of the preparation work myself. That's not how a true mate should behave. Or do you think that's fair?"
"You're right, comrade. I'm really sorry for this," I replied.
"That's not good enough. I want you to show me your gratitude and your obedience. You will lick my boots clean and thereafter polish them with the towel that's still over there. Got it?"
Lars' finger pointed to the towel in the corner that Seth had brought to the room on that very first day, when I met the brothers as their potential victim.
I knew that this was a decisive moment, because Lars was now testing my loyalty and my obedience and the last thing I wanted was that I would raise any doubts or suspicions about my true intentions or, even worse, would report this back to Seth. So I grabbed the towel from the corner and then again kneeled down in front of him. After a short pause I started licking his left boot intensely. I made sure that there would be sufficient saliva on the boot so that the polishing of the boot with the towel would produce adequate results.
When I started the process, Lars' dick grew immediately and he allowed my left hand to touch it, while my right hand was busy doing the polishing.
"Seems that you're a good brother and take your responsibilities seriously. I like that and will also let the other comrades know. Make those boots clean and shiny again!" Lars said and now you could hear the excitement in his voice.
I loved to see that I could provide such pleasure to one of my favourite fellow brothers. However, when I briefly touched my crotch, the watchdog came out again. He immediately used his left foot and forced me to stop with this:
"Chokee, you know the rules. You can only come in Seth's presence. I hope he will understand that you've come under some pressure by now and that you get some relief later tonight. But that's for him to decide. For now, you only focus on me, clear?"
I nodded.
"You did quite a good job with my boots. Now you're allowed to take care of my man tool. Suck it now!" Lars instructed me.
When I got closer to his dick, his strong man scent around the area of his crotch got even stronger and I could also smell his piss a bit. Again this didn't feel bad or disgusting at all. Rather, I liked it right away, 'cause Lars' body and his whole personality just represented total masculinity to me and his unique scent went perfectly with this. So I started sucking his dick and swallowing his taste with all my skills.
Fortunately, Lars liked my treatment pretty much immediately and started to moan. He put both of his strong hands round my head and gave me guidance for the speed that he wanted me to use.
"Oh, Chokee, you're damn good at this. Much better than any cunt I've had so far. It was good to send the two cunts away." Lars almost screamed these words.
Then Lars stood up and started mouth-fucking me heavily and without remorse. just by way of his body movements he made clear that it was him who had the final say in everything. I accepted that and tried everything not to swallow up and to keep up with his speed. But it helped me to know that all this would obviously make Lars happy. After all, it was him who had been giving me for months now an excellent and unique training to improve my mental and physical powers. So I put all my efforts in providing the best blow-job that I could give.
"Gosh, would I want to fuck you hard and heavy now! I'd really give a fortune for this. There's nothing in this fucking world that would feel better right now. I'm really close, but breeding you like shit now would be the absolute top now," Lars screamed.
"Do, whatever you want, brother," I whispered.
But Lars at no time ever lost his final self-control and barked:
"No, for now we only do it, when Seth is also around. But that's going to be soon anyway."
I nodded again, even though I immediately fell in love with the idea right away to be fucked by Lars in doggy-style position and to be dominated by him. It didn't take long before Lars while moaning and screaming heavily took his dick out of my mouth. He jerked it for some further seconds and then he came intensively and with seemingly endless shots over my face. The amount of his cum made him shoot on my t-shirt too and also parts of my pants got totally wet. I had the impression that Lars came even a bit heavier than Seth usually did. It was just masses of cum and the typical smell of raw and wild sex everywhere in the room. When Lars was done, he let himself fall back into the chair again with one big scream and then first took a breath. Then he collected the rest of his cum on his pants, on my t-shirt and on my face with his left hand thumb and then put the hand in front of my mouth:
"Eat it, mate! Eat it all! It's pure protein and it shouldn't be wasted. Come on, do it!" Lars ordered.
Needless to say, I did as told and that pleased Lars even more. He stood up and, before he closed his pants, looked at me again:
"Fuck, Chokee. You're really hot as hell and know now how to make a man happy. Just like Seth keeps saying: you're a real cock addict! But didn't you forget something?"
For a short moment I was quite lost, but then I understood what he wanted from me. Still in my kneeling position, I got close to him again and started to lick his tool clean. I did my best to show him that I really liked what had been going on between us and took his cook deep into my throat again. The effect was that it was stiffening again a little. Lars was moaning quite heavily again and held my head tight so that I was almost unable to move. But still, during our entire session, I could feel that Lars saw in me his mate and his brother and so he was treating me ways differently from any cunt or scum. Even when he was shooting and his body was in full ecstasy, he always made sure that everything he did was rough - just the way I liked it - but not degrading. Lars and also the other brothers would always keep this thin line.
"Wow ... that feels awesome, mate! You just know how to do it. I'll need to serve a cunt who's going to be around tonight, and that really helps. She needs to learn a hot lesson from me." He laughed loud when he said the last part.
"I really hope you liked it. I just want you to know that I'm loyal and that you can trust me. I wanna be worth being a part of the brotherhood," I said.
"Very good. That's what we all wanna hear. You must take your commitments seriously, mate, everywhere and in every second!"
We went to a nearby bathroom and cleaned ourselves a bit with water. Suddenly Lars looked at me and said while laughing heavily:
"Look at the stains of cum at your shirt and your pants. This really goes well with tonight's gig. If you ask me: just leave it on, understand! I'm sure Seth would like to see you like this, too."
I nodded and with a dirty grin also pointed at his stains. Lars gave me a dirty grin and said:
"Same applies to me, of course. By the way, did you notice something when I pushed you suddenly into this room?"
I thought a bit, but then shook my head. I really couldn't think of something.
"Well, it's easy. You didn't panic this time, but instead you immediately looked around to get familiar with the size of the room. Seems that at least in your subconsciousness you start making progress. Congratulations! We will build on this."
I was pretty amazed, but Lars was right. This feeling of fear that used to come up very quickly with me, hadn't shown up at all this time. When I reflected once more over the situation, I became quite content with myself. Maybe there was a way to keep control in any situation and avoid panicking at any given moment.
Lars then turned around and barked that it was late and that we should make our way back to the center, where the gig would start shortly. While we were leaving, I could hear that the band members from NO REMORSE were just practicing one of my favourite songs called EUROPEAN SKINHEAD ARMY:
Tear down the statues, this time the world
We're teaming up and it's blood against gold
We've got the music, we've got the bands
We never lose, 'cause we play the winning hand.
European Skinhead army
We stand together for a true and just cause
European skinhead army
We have the power and on the streets:
WE ARE THE LAW!
While walking upstairs, I was singing these lines by myself. Lars gave me a thumbs-up for my performance and both of us were laughing our asses off. I felt incredibly great and was more than ready for a hot night to come.