Dear Nifty-Readers,
I hope you are all fine and have been waiting for the continuing saga of Chokee's ongoing adventure as a hardcore patriotic skin. Now Chapter 44 is finally out.
Chokee's obsession with Pat continues and finally gets the blessing from Seth. Little does he know that the whole thing had been staged to test and bring out Chokee's ultimate talent in the interest of the brotherhood. So let's see how his performance is going to be and whether Pat will keep his original interest in our hero. In any case it is clear that for Chokee Pat will be the ultimate challenge.
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And now please enjoy Ch. XLIV.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 44: Another Preparation for a Hot Night (Part 3)
While we were walking back to the apartment, Dan put his arm around me and whispered into my ear with a dirty smirk on his face:
"Wow, brother. Pat had quite a strong effect on you, didn't he. You got really wild."
Even though in general I had learned meanwhile to be completely open to the brothers and not give a shit about political correctness, I felt caught somehow and blushed. But indeed, Pat had triggered the wildest fantasies in me - in a way that had never happened to me before. For me, his looks and body language, his aggressive sexual appetite, and the whole way he behaved just stood for total freedom. And as a leading band member he did something which I was crazy about doing myself. So I felt magically attracted to this brother and besides I also hoped that he together with Dan would help me to make my own dreams come true.
"He's really cool. I know I need to talk to Seth about this. But Pat just is a hell of a guitar player and band member and he really knows a lot about music. And he seems to do only what he really wants ... a true wild warrior!" I said.
Dan was laughing out loud and agreed. When he saw that I was totally obsessed with Pat, he told me a bit more about his past. He was born as a real rich kid, but started to make trouble for his mainstream folks from a very early age onwards, when he was not even 12 years old. That was also the time when he started with his heavy training. Shortly before he got 14, he made his nanny pregnant and the nanny claimed that this was not a completely voluntary act. Pat's father reacted the classical way and threw him out, which he actually expected and liked. He lived on the street for a short while, but then very quickly joined the skin movement and for a character like him it didn't take long and his political views sharpened strongly, and so did his whole nature. And because Pat just loved music and had started to play guitar and other instruments at a very early age, he advanced in no time. Of course he was the driving force among the fivers to form MAX RESIST - a name that he invented - and the band became a huge success in the RAC scene within no time. Dan and Seth got to know the band when Pat was in his early twenties and of course they became friends and comrades very quickly.
"Pat's really full of hate and contempt against any form of mainstream or political correctness. And, by the way, he also knows how to make sure that his folks are paying him quite a lot each month and Pat immediately transfers all this to the brotherhood. Apart from his music, he has the same spartan-like lifestyle as Seth, maybe even a bit stricter. He really hates unnecessary luxury and everything that mainstream scum would consider 'a good life,'" Dan told me.
"How can he make his folks do all this? Have they become followers themselves?" I asked sarcastically.
Dan shook his head: "No, definitely not. But Pat obviously has something in his hands which makes them do what he wants. And he loves having that power over them. But maybe you should talk to Pat directly about this."
"Wow! I'm sure that Pat knows how to force his will on other people. It's impossible to resist him, I guess. And his marriages and kids ... all that happened within such a short time?" I continued asking.
Dan nodded and replied with a grin:
"Yeah, he just loves fucking around and making cunts pregnant. He's just crazy about his fertility. I don't know, but somehow the mere act of creation really turns him on. Different from a regular family life, which he hates. I mean, for Pat there are pretty much only three things that mean something to him, and they come in the following order: his music, his training, and fucking around like a wild cat with as much variety as possible. And of course there is the brotherhood, but he believes - quite rightfully by the way - that his contribution to the joint cause is best done through his music. By now, he's really the number one talent in our scene. And he's also quite successful with this when you look at his fan base. You'll see later!"
"No doubt about that, I'm sure. I mean, I could just experience by myself that his effect on other people is unique," I replied with a slightly embarrassed smirk.
Dan laughed out loud and sarcastically put his arm around my shoulder and noted:
"Well not only on people, but especially on you. I mean from the moment you saw him you couldn't control your dick, right? You've become totally obsessed about Pat from the very first minute."
I blushed again, tried to say something, but could only stutter. Dan gave me another hug, looked at me intensely and joked:
"Come on, stop behaving like a teen groupie. It's totally ok. I expected that already, since you've become so crazy about the music. And there's also good news!"
"And what's that?" I asked, a bit shy.
"Well, you`re lucky, Pat seems to like you. That's by far not normal. Indeed, he doesn't like most people and to those he doesn't like he behaves like a real prick and these people really have a bad time. I mean, both with words and physically. I guess you sensed already that this guy doesn't know any boundaries - less than all other brothers you and I know. He just does what he likes doing and he's into a heavy fight much quicker than anyone else. So be proud that Pat is giving you a chance! And by the way: I'm sure that also Seth will understand what is happening here with you. But of course, you should talk with him about this," Dan said still with quite a sarcastic and joking voice.
I nodded and fortunately we had now arrived at the apartment and in the living room I could already see Seth, Phil, Lars, and the others smoking and chatting with each other.
We all went to the kitchen and had dinner. Seth, Phil, and Lars, even though they had eaten already, joined us and Phil, 'cause he really liked cooking, helped us to prepare the chicken and the vegetables. Dan told Seth, who of course was listening carefully, what just had happened. But I had the feeling that all this was staged and Seth knew already. Later, I found out that my feelings hadn't betrayed me and that Seth, Dan, and also Pat had pre-arranged my running into Pat's band and already expected the further cause of events.
"Seems that our Chokee will become an 88 rock'n roll star," was the only thing Seth said in front of the others but of course I knew that there was more to come when we would have a private talk.
After we were done with dinner, I prepared another energy drink for me and my two pets. While we were all drinking, I told Chris-Boy and Keith how the night would continue.
"Listen, my shift will start at 10. That's when we all will go downstairs. I wanna see you all properly dressed if you know what I mean. So Keith, as last time you're going to take care of your classmates. I want you to make them feel really comfortable. They may be a bit shocked about the way you look now, but deep inside I'm sure that most of them will like it. So make use of this feeling and don't scare them off by using your muscle power. For once, use your brain! Understand?"
Keith nodded and smiled a bit. I knew that with his mates he was key, since he used to have such a strong influence on them. So I needed to be sure that he already felt his obligation and acted accordingly.
Then I turned to Chris-Boy and went on:
"You heard already that I'm going to have my performance from around midnight onwards. So that's when you will take over and help Phil at the bar. I'll show you what you need to know beforehand. But if you have any questions, ask this brother, 'cause he just knows everything! And you'll always do as he says."
Chris-Boy nodded and confirmed immediately.
Then I turned to Phil and gave him a hug, returning his gesture with one of his killer smiles.
"You're only saying this, because, as always, you want something from me, you egoistic punk!" was all he said and gave me a friendly slap in my face, which I returned by grabbing his crotch. As an answer, Phil wanted to start a short show fight, but before the whole thing took off, I whispered into his ears that I would have another surprise for him and that he should just wait and see. That calmed him down and obviously made him curious.
"If I can rape you tonight and can be my true self for once, I'll give you a break and be super nice to your pets," Phil whispered into my ear with a dirty smirk, while I could inhale his intoxicating man scent. Hadn't I been so obsessed with Pat at that time, I would have asked him to wait for me in the famous backroom at Stealth and settle things there by way of an extra-long power fuck. Instead, I went on and said to my pets:
"Ok. There are now less than two hours left. Keith, you're going with Phil into his room and get your ass ready when we have to leave. And Chris will stay in Tom's room and make yourself ready there. Capisce?"
The two kids nodded and as a reward for his obedience I gave Keith a firm hug and a wild kiss:
"Behave and obey! There's no other option to succeed here. And also think of the big reward afterwards," I whispered into his ear and gave him a firm slap on his ass.
Then I went to Seth's room. He was already waiting for me, sitting on his mattress.
"Seems that you're developing like a rocket now and that you're becoming completely cock-driven," he started the conversation and handed me one cigarette which was indeed a good sign.
Had I known back at the time that everything had been pre-staged, I wouldn't have been so nervous of course. But since I didn't know, I must have appeared very insecure and started to plead right away:
"Brother, please understand. I mean this music scene is really something that's absolutely fascinating to me. And what Dan, Pat, and the others have been offering to me is just mind-blowing. I wouldn't have expected that at all."
"Well, your ass in their band would definitely make the whole group much more popular among all brothers, don't you think? And that would definitely work in the interest of all of us, wouldn't it?" Seth noted.
"So you don't have any objections?" I asked, seeing some glance of hope in the dark sky.
Seth took another even deeper puff, smiling at me ironically and also enjoying the fear in my eyes. Then he replied:
"Well, if you know your other responsibilities and stay loyal to our cause, it should be fine for us. .... or look at it this way: the more people we attract, the better it is most obviously, right? You've become a real hunk meanwhile and I noticed, also when I look at your pets, that you can attract young people. And if you can do your best as a singer or band member, then you may do it ... even though you should have told me earlier on. You know that I don't like it when things happen behind my back... but at least you came now."
When Seth, after inhaling deeply again from his cigarette, could see the relief in my face, he went on with a devilish smile:
"I also know Pat of course. He's a really wild brother, but so far, whenever I wanted something from him, I always got it. He's very loyal and would never betray the brotherhood, that's most important. And with you and your music crap: I guess he and Dan can really push you to a different level. And that's what you like, right?" Seth asked.
I nodded a bit shy.
Seth made a sign to sit down next to him which I did immediately. He put his arm around my shoulder and looked at me intensely - again being in his screening modus.
"I don't know what to say. I'm just extremely grateful. You were the one who helped me change my entire life that had been so awful before. You know that I'll never forget that and I just wanna say thank you," I said and must have sounded a bit dumb.
"Gratitude is good, but you don't need to express it like fucking mainstream. Understand? The only thing that counts is your absolute and total loyalty to the brotherhood and our cause. If you ever break this rule - and if it's only in your mind - I will fucking kill you. Hope this is clear once and for all, airhead! For you, this means that in every second you have to think about how to attract more good people so that our movement gets stronger. So never ever forget about your work on your two pets, clear? And then let's see how your music crap will work out. If it helps us and you have real talent, then of course you can go on with this."
I just adored Seth's professional manner in core issues. That was exactly the reason why he alone had been able to build such a strong network shortly after he had returned from China. From only three people he had formed a strong, disciplined, and deeply-believing core group whose exact number wasn't clear to me already but it seemed to have connections basically everywhere. It was truly amazing! And best of all for me: Pat seemed to be part of this inner circle as well and fortunately had Seth's approval. Again, I didn't know at that time that our encounter and everything else had been planned by Dan and Seth in advance.
"Anyway," Seth went on, "I know that Pat is quite a wild animal and the way you talk about him shows me that you've already become quite infatuated with him, haven't you?"
Even though I strongly believed that I had already overcome stupid mainstream feelings like jealousy and possessive thinking, I couldn't help but blush heavily. That was exactly what Seth wanted to achieve, 'cause he started laughing out heavily over my embarrassment. He gave me a friendly but hard slap in my face and said:
"Stop that shit and don't feel embarrassed, you cock-driven slut! As long as I can count on you, it's fine. And by the way: I heard that Pat has quite a nomadic lifestyle. But if you want, for as long as this thing continues you can use one of the empty rooms here when you feel an urge to go into some action with him. Would be good if they get filled with good people anyway. But again: don't forget your other commitments. Whenever I call upon you, your ass will stand ready immediately. Understand?"
Immediately I nodded and confirmed. I couldn't believe my luck and Seth's understanding way of handling all this. He was really the kind of guy as he was described by Phil, Lars, and all the others, I thought. He always saw the big picture, helped all other brothers enormously and by doing so was able to build up an enormous network of trust and loyalty. You must have been a real asshole not to reply with 100 percent loyalty, and betray someone like him, I went on thinking. And so deep inside my anger against traitors like Paul grew considerably - another side effect that Seth liked to see.
But of course Seth wouldn't have been Seth, if there had only been this talk. With a sudden move he pulled me down on the mattress and it was clear that in the remaining hour he wanted to see some hard action and - because deep inside he was a truly conservative character - he wanted it the traditional way. So I started giving him one of my classical blowjobs and that brought him quickly into the right mood.
This time Seth was only interested in his own relaxation. He didn`t expect something extravagant, he just wanted a classical good blowjob from his favorite man.
"You`ve really become the number one cocksucker in the whole brotherhood. Be proud of it! Jesus, this is so fucking good," Seth moaned and was partially closing his eyes.
As was typical of him, he was holding my head firm between his heads and was in total control of the sucking speed and the entire situation. So it didnt take too long until he was ready. Suddenly he stopped his body movements, made sure that his entire tool stayed in my mouth and with heavy moans and screams he shot his entire load deep into my throat. Someone not being used to Seths size, speed, and standards would have swallowed his enormous dick the wrong way and started suffocating. But since meanwhile I had become a real pro, Seth as usual could completely count on me again. Everything went as wanted by him.
In the background, one of my favorite PANTERA songs was playing called RIDE MY ROCKET which perfectly suited the intensity of the moment:
Ride my rocket
Wear me out
Ride my rocket
Make me twist and shout
Ride my rocket
Give it to me hard and rough
Ride my rocket
I just can't get enough!
When he was done, he took his tool out and pulled me up so that we were laying next to each other face to face. He put a cigarette in his and then in my mouth, lighted them, and after inhaling deeply again laughed out loud:
"You know what`s also good about your thing with Pat?" he asked.
I looked at him a bit stupid and shook my shoulders.
"He will definitely show you how to fuck a cunt, be sure of that! So I`m relieved from this task for now."
I joined the laughter, but didnt really know what to think of all this. I didnt feel the necessity to leave the safety of the brotherhood and make some straight experiences that I wasn`t really up for. What had happened in my previous life had already been enough for me, I thought. Little did I know that my attitude would change completely over the next day - again as already expected by Seth who, together with Dan, more or less had staged the entire thing.
Then Seth went on, looked at in his typically determined way, and said while pointing to his combat boots, which really looked dusty and dirty:
"I wanna see your ultimate proof of loyalty again, brother. I hope you know what this means."
Of course I did and since I was so grateful of Seth's general approval of my plans, I didn't hesitate for a second and went down on my knees to lick his combat boots and their red laces super clean and make them shiny again with a close-by towel. I must have done so with great passion, 'cause could see from Seth's look that he was obviously satisfied with how I was doing this. While watching me, he was jerking his tool a little to make it half-hard again. But obviously he wasn't interested this time in a second shot.
"Never forget! I'm the top dog here. You completely depend on me. So you better never do a thing behind my back. It'll cost you your entire fucking life," he reminded me with a dirty grin.
Thereafter, we had a short nap and shortly at around half past nine we started to get ready for Stealth. With Seths approval I put on camouflage combat pants and of course my steel boots, which I had also cleaned before. Together with my MAX RESIST tank top I really liked what I saw in the mirror. The only thing that I thought was still missing was the completion of Lawrences piece of art - something - and I knew that damn well - which, even after so many sessions with him, wouldn't happen anyways, since it's kind of a natural law for every inked man that there is always room for improvement and further perfection. Looking at myself, I needed even more ink around my arms and I also wanted to have at least one further little tattoo in addition to the piercings on my face. But that was something that I knew would take some extra time, 'cause I needed to be 100 percent sure about every next motive.
I picked up Keith and Chris-Boy, told them once again what their job was for tonight and that I didn`t want any mistakes or failures to happen, and then the three of us left the apartment and went downstairs. While using the stairs, it felt already like a magnet being stuck to a piece of iron. I just had to see Pat again before starting my shift at the bar, I thought. And so I ordered my two pets to leave. I sent Keith to his classmates and instructed him to entertain them well, and Chris-Boy I sent to Phil to get a better feeling of what kind of job he had to do in the time working as my replacement. After they had left, I was ready to go to the rehearsal room again and for whatever reason my throat felt completely dry when I opened the door. I also thought that my knees were shaking.
When I opened the door of the small rehearsal room, I could see all the band members of MAX RESIST sitting around on an old sofa. My eyes immediately caught the look of Pat who had a bright and sarcastic smile on his face as if he wanted to tell me that he was expecting me anyways. The nap and the shower that he had taken showed their effect and he looked recovered and hotter than ever. He was dressed in black combat pants and steel boots with red laces. His upper body, which consisted of mere muscle mass, was shirtless so that I could admire his entire ink and the many chains around his neck. He waved at me and made a sign that I was supposed to come closer and should sit down next to him, which of course I did.
"I`ll have to start with my shift, but I just wanted to know how all of you are doing and whether I can do something," I said while smiling quite shyly at Pat.
"Bullshit!" Pat barked immediately so that everyone could hear that. The other band members were laughing out loudly. Then Pat stood up and made a gesture to me which indicated that I was supposed to follow him to the other room right away. His cocky way of walking which was so typical of him again appeared just irresistible to me. Again, without objecting at all and like a mouse running into its own trap, I followed him to the small side room.
He didn`t even care about shutting the door so that the others Could basically hear and watch everything. As soon as we were in the room, he made me stand against the wall and ordered me not to look back. Then I could feel the smoke of his cigarette and his warm breath close to my right ear.
"I hate people who are lying and dont express their true feelings. I guess you should know that and never do this fucked-up mainstream talk again. Got me? So dont give me any more bullshit and spread your legs. And keep looking against the wall, while I'm talking to you" Pat commanded with an iron voice and with his boots between my legs he made sure that I got into the position that he wanted.
"You fucker came here cause you couldnt stop thinking about what happened earlier and you want all this to happen again - only harder. Right? And you want to be dominated by me. That`s the only thing you want right now ... Then say it, you stupid whore, 'cause I wanna hear it loud and clear!"
Pat was grabbing my head and my ass when he said all that. And he didn`t do so in a nice way, but with all the violence and force that he had deep inside.
"I really have to go, the others are waiting for me," I whispered.
"Stop this shit! You must be ready for the gig and you fucker better perform well there tonight 'cause that'll be your only chance in your whole fucking life to do what you really want to do. So your performance tonight should be the only thing that should count for you now. And only because Im a nice guy, Im ready and will give you what you need so desperately. But I want you to be completely honest and beg me for this. Understand? As I said, it's the only chance you have. So you better decide this right away," Pat shouted and had a very threatening tone in his voice.
I really didn`t know what was going on with me, but - just like I was in a kind of trance and almost automatically - I pleaded with him in a silent voice:
"Please fuck me hard, brother! I need it. There's nothing more I want."
I could hear a satisfied breath from behind and then the opening of Pat's buckle and buttons of his pants.
"Thats it. 'Cause we wanna have an obedient and honest brother who knows how to behave, huh? But we also need him focused and concentrated later on, right? Our horny bitch shouldn't run around like a desperate dog and forget everything. So I hope you see the favor that Im doing here for you." Pat laughed sarcastically when saying that.
With one strong move he stripped down my pants and the way he did made clear to everyone that he had a lot of practice with this. Then he spit in his hand and moisturized his tool briefly. Then, within no time he tried to enter me and even though it was the roughest and most violent thing that I had ever experienced, my anus didn`t show any resistance. On the contrary, it was craving for his dick.
When he started fucking me, he made clear right away that he wanted absolute and total control and so he made sure that I was only moving my ass in a way that he wanted.
"You fucking little bitch! You need this so desperately, right? Ill rape the shit out of you, cause that`s what someone like you deep inside wants. Better get used to it and tell me that you like it!" Pat screamed and slapped me heavily in my face several times.
He also kissed me wilder and much more aggressively than anyone else had ever done before. While doing this, he always kept a cigarette in his mouth and gave me heavy slaps on my ass while screaming:
"I wanna see your butt red, cause a bitch like you needs to be punished all the time. You just need an iron fist. You should thank me for what Im doing here. Say it!"
"Thank you, brother!" I whispered while being in a state of absolute ecstasy.
"LOUDER!" Pat commanded and of course I did as told.
I didn`t know what was going on with me, but without even touching myself at all, I suddenly felt that I needed to come and within no time it got completely dark in front of my eyes. I started screaming and moaning like shit, when spurts of cum came out of my dick and landed in heavy streams on the concrete floor. Pat had obviously expected this, because he helped me keep the balance, but without slowing down with his fuck strokes.
While I was still shooting, Pat couldn`t hold back either and got his relief only seconds thereafter. Different from Seth, it was obviously important for Pat to see his cum when it shot out of his tool. Therefore, with one strong move he took his dick out of my ass and made sure that all his cum landed on my butt and between my ass cheeks. It took quite some time until he was done and during the entire time he was screaming and moaning out loudly. He also used the dirtiest language, with words even I had never heard before. Finally he made sure with his dick that all his sperm was equally distributed on my two ass cheeks.
"Dont dare remove it, understand? When it gets dry, youll feel it all night long and it will make you think and dream of me and your wildest fantasy. Use it as an inspiration, especially for your performance at the gig later on, 'cause you're not supposed to make any mistake" Pat barked into my ear.
Our whole piece of action hadn`t taken too long... not even 30 minutes. But the intensity of all this had been unknown, even for a power bottom like me. True, my experiences with the other brothers like Seth, Phil, Lars and others had really been strong ones, but had been nothing compared to what just had happened. Pat, of course, immediately noticed that I was feeling this way.
"Well, seems to me that possibly this was not the last time with us. You're a pretty wild cat and you really need it. Maybe something special could develop here ... let's see," Pat said while closing his pants and starting another cigarette. Because of all the physical efforts that went along with our session, Pat's whole body, which had gotten pretty sweaty over his performance, was now almost completely bumped up. He looked greater than ever.
"You fuck around with a lot of jocks like this? Or is it more your cunts and wives you have to take like this?" I asked while closing my pants again.
Immediately after I said this, I started to regret my comment, 'cause I thought that it might have sounded a bit too unrespectful to Pat so that it may cause an outbreak with him. I was quite relieved, when Pat, after a short moment of looking disturbed and even a bit angry, was laughing out loud and, after some more thinking, replied:
"My cunts are definitely used to a firm hand. But never in my life would I trade a man fuck for this. It's just so much different and ... yeah mostly so much better. ... But Seth told me already that you will need to learn by yourself soon and with me you will ... be sure of that ... and if it's the last damn thing that I'm doing here in this fucking crazy world," Pat said while again inhaling from his cigarette and gave me a friendly slap on my butt. Again I was surprised how quickly information passed within the brotherhood, and almost always Seth seemed to be one step ahead.
Pat now helped me closing my buckle, gave me a short brotherly hug, and then continued:
"I don't know for sure yet, but maybe we can become real friends. I mean were brothers already. But fucking and music can form an even stronger bond. Anyway, lets leave it like this for now and you go back to your bar. Im sure theyre waiting for you already. But always think of what I left on your ass cheek, 'cause that will serve as your energizer for tonight. Understand?" Pat barked.
Again I nodded and felt enormously proud that Pat at least considered me to be part of his inner circle. Once more I felt the drying cum on my butt. When thinking about the hot action and where it came from, it wasn't disagreeable at all - on the contrary.
"And at a quarter to midnight you come back here and then we start with the gig. Im sure youre going to love it. Capisce?"
I nodded again and left, quite confused about myself, to the bar. When arriving , I heard already another PANTERA song called MOUTH FOR THE WAR. Maybe, I thought, Phil had chosen it on purpose, 'cause nothing could better describe my current mood.
Possessed
I feel a conquering will inside me
Strength
The strength of many to crush
Who might stop me
My strength is in number
And my soul lies in everyone
The releasing of anger can better
Any medicine under the sun.
Hold your mouth for the war
Use it for what isn't for
Speak the truth about me
Determined.