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 46 is finally out.
Chokee's first own performance goes into the second half and everything is getting even wilder. Pat is giving Chokee all the opportunities a young singer could dream of and the audience is responding with great enthusiasm. For Chokee it's getting clear that this is what he wants to do and that a new chapter in his young skin life is opening up now. Let's see whether our hero is strong and devoted enough to seize the moment and meet Pat's high expectation levels.
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And now please enjoy Ch. XLVI.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 46: Dream Career Is Taking Off (Part 2)
It turned out that the second half of the gig was even hotter and more intense than the first one. As last time the audience had used the break for some heavy drinking and so the brothers were now in an even better, but also more aggressive mood than before. Seth had made sure that a part of the area directly in front of the stage was again left empty so that it could be used - of course under his supervision - for some serious show fights when the music and the urge for some brothers would just become too intense.
Before the gig took off, Pat, as promised, had talked to Dan and Sean and made sure that I was given more independence on stage so that the audience would accept me as a full and equivalent band member.
"The crowd loves him and hes giving them exactly what they want. We havent had a similar reaction for quite some time. So give the brothers what they are craving for and thats without doubt the little fucker here," Pat said and as usual no one objected; his words were the law. I was proud but also a bit insecure when I heard that, cause what Pat basically wanted me to do was PERFORM as a kind of co-lead singer for two bands.
"Trust your looks, know your text, and make them freak out! No holdbacks! That`s it, nothing more," was all that Pat barked.
Then the second half started. Pat and Dan again made the introduction.
"Hail, brothers! I hope you all had a fucking good break and that you brought yourselves into the right mood for an even harder second half now. As you can see we left a part of the space in front of us empty. So if you feel that you wanna dance or kick asses, just come here and show us your anger. I also feel that you liked the performance of our new lead singer Choke, right?"
The audience applauded and roared like crazy, shouting several "Hail" in my direction. All that gave me an enormous kick while still feeling Pat's dry cum on my ass cheek.
"I see you brothers really love him. Believe me youll get much more of him tonight, bet your ass on this! But now lets move on. The first song is going to be POLITICAL SOLDIER and also the few who don`t know the song for sure are going to love it."
The lights went off and we went full speed from the very first minute. The chorus part, even though it didn`t contain a lot of words, was extremely intense:
He doesn't fight for fame or for his bank account
He fights for the joint cause, the only thing that counts
He fights with his head, he fights with his hands
He fights for the future for which he only stands.
Political soldier loyal to his ideals
Political soldier he knows he can't fail
Political soldier fully alive to his position
Political soldier stormtrooper of the revolution
Even though Pat and Dan had chosen a more prominent role for me in the second half of the gig, my relationship with Sean fortunately remained still intact. Only with him, I used a lot of my former Mr. Nice Guy image so that he felt appreciated and not threatened by my existence. I said several times that I wanted to learn from him and whenever we had lines that we had to sing together I gave him the lead. I guess that helped quite a lot that no unproductive outbreak or fight started on stage. On the contrary, even though I knew that we wouldn't become best friends, there was a productive competition between us, which helped me to improve my skills much quicker than had I been alone. So it was no wonder that Sean and I rapidly had a growing respect for each other and we stayed close during our entire music career.
As planned by Pat, I stayed fully hard during the entire second half. Only at one point my tool softened a little, but when Pat saw that, in between two songs he waved me to him and when facing him, again he grabbed me hard between my legs and whispered into my ears:
"Don't dare loosen up now! Show your appreciation to the brothers and our culture! And also think about what I`m going to do with you after the gig. That should help, fucker!"
Indeed it did. My tool rose to full size again, which was also appreciated by the audience. Pat and Dan gave me a dirty grin, when after some further minutes and in spite of the thick fabric of my combat pants a dark spot of pre-cum developed.
"Youre leaking again, fucker. Youre nothing but an always-horny whore! But that's exactly how it should BE in your future career," Pat whispered into my ears.
The songs that Pat and Dan had chosen for the second half were way more radical, intense, and more violent. A lot of brothers who, also due to lots of beer, were now in a high mood and ready to show off a bit, came to the front and started some show fights, when the music was playing really hard. Seth and the others of course were watching out that all that didnt get too aggressive, but meanwhile I had become quite relaxed about it. I just knew that all of us brothers - no matter how drunk we were - could make a clear difference between a real fight which was about beating the shit out of your opponent and defeating and humiliating him, and a mere show fight among trusted brothers where you merely wanted to demonstrate your own masculinity and superiority without really hurting the other one. Looking at myself, I had meanwhile lost all my earlier hesitations and just loved getting involved in these kinds of show fights whenever I attended a gig privately and started to feel the energy between my legs. That was in particular true when some mainstream assholes were around who couldnt tell the difference. Not only did it scare them off like shit, but it was also the perfect way to start a heavy argument with some serious beating up that would follow. You could say for instance to those motherfuckers that you and your mate now felt insulted. It was always a huge turn-on to look at the stupid faces of the scum when suddenly and without any pre-warning the entire energy suddenly turned against them. Just a perfect way to get rid of your own frustration and unused energy and make our day!
Nothing like this was of course going on in front of our stage. The brothers would have been much too disciplined for that. For our standards it was just a friendly picking on each other combined with a demonstration of your own real masculinity. True, sometimes also beer cans landed on the floor and it seemed as if a real heavy fight was going on. But the comrades knew exactly to which limits they could go and that reconciliation after such a fight together with a brotherly hug was an absolute must and a matter of honor. And for me, watching from the stage all that hot activity and listening to a lot of spontaneous 'hail` roars going on, helped a lot to keep me motivated and deliver a really good performance.
After more than one and a half hours we came to our last song which was RENEGADE YOUTH - a song that couldn't describe better how we felt in the brotherhood. The main part went like this:
Growing up wasn't easy, it wasn't easy to do
You had to be different, the discovery of you
Did they single you out?
Tell you YOU were wrong?
All the torture and abuse
It just made you strong
Renegade youth, you're not lost
You're not even going home tonight
Or any night, tonight!
Don't lose your hope, always stay true
To yourself and the spirit
No matter what you do
Use your mind and your power and never lose your way
And for all you had to suffer, make the dirty scum pay!
The crowd now went completely crazy and screamed "more, more, more!" The lyrics and my way of performance had obviously expressed their deepest feelings. When I got to the front of the stage, the roars became frenetical. A lot of brothers shouted:
"We want him, we want his ass!" or "Make the fucker sing more!" or just "We want more!"
Pat and Dan then got the idea that I should throw myself into the audience so that my connection with my fans would become even stronger because of the physical contact. Of course I was scared at first, but as usual, when Pat said something, there was no way for discussion and no way out. Then the moment came when Pat, Dan. and Steve, MAX RESISTs muscle beef drummer, took me on their shoulders and passed me over to the audience. At first, when looking at this wild and violent atmosphere, I feared that the crowd would kill me right away. But again I could trust the discipline of my comrades more than ever before. They knew exactly how to react and in a wave they were passing me from shoulder to shoulder making sure that I wouldnt fall down on the floor or that I would break my bones. Some brothers, most of whom I meanwhile knew personally, shouted motivating words into my ears like "He`s our new star," "Give them hell, brother!" or "Sing out the fucking truth!" I was passed to the back of the audience and then to the front again, where Seth and Lars took me on their shoulders and brought me back safely to the stage. Of course, later in my music career, this habit would happen to me many many more times and I always enjoyed it. But of course the memory of my very first gig when the crowd did this to me Is still a unique one.
As a very last extra piece, Pats and Dans bands played together and performed the song FLIGHT JACKETS with me as the sole lead singer. Since I wanted to leave the best memory with everyone, I sang the shit out of my lungs and I guess also the audience could feel it. Anyway, most of them were joining me whole-heartedly when the chorus came:
Flight jackets and Doc Martens
Our hair is short and our tools are sharpened
Flight jackets and Doc Martens
Our guns are loaded
and the fight has started.
As for us we know that there is no turning back
We're committed to the final attack
Like a family we are as one
And we'll keep fighting till our mission is done.
When we were done with our last performance and the stage lights went off, all of the band members including myself were sweating like shit; all my clothes were soaked by sweat. But seeing the reaction of the audience made all of us (and especially me as a complete newcomer) extremely happy and it showed that we really had given every bit of ourselves. The feeling when listening to the final applause and screams by the audience was just overwhelming. For sure, some of you wanna know how my body condition could stand all this - the little sleep, the intense training and now in addition my performances as a band singer. Well, the truth is that a lot or almost anything is possible when you really feel motivated - and you can bet your ass that during my entire time since I had joined the brotherhood, that feeling of belonging to something really important had become my guiding force - very much different by the way from the many years of my senseless previous lifestyle that was forced upon me by my fucked up family. Needless to say, this motivation got even stronger when the music opportunity arose. All this felt like something I had always wanted to do before. So the rest was easy to handle - with willpower, a bit of discipline and of course a lot of energy drinks.
It was now past 3am in the morning and there were still some brothers who wanted to have a last shot at the bar. Seth and Chris-Boy were now looking for the best brothers with the highest motivation to start with their rattlesnake action against the Red Star Bar and little Devon. They really chose those mates who now were in their wildest mood - around 10 of them - and left Stealth only a few minutes after the gig had ended. As usual, Pit and Max were of course among them. I'll tell you later about how all this worked out.
As last time the band members were expected to join also to demonstrate their down to earth attitude and their support for the entire movement. It was really good to see and also had a good learning effect on me that in the RAC world, any form of allures was strictly off-limit.
Before we joined, Pat took me once more aside and, as usual with a cigarette in his mouth, said with a commanding tone that again made clear that there was absolutely no room for objection:
"Listen, fucker! Youre going to spend the night at my place of course. Understand! I talked to Seth already, if that is whats bothering you. But the things Im gonna do with you are definitely not for others to watch and so I won't do them here. And by the way: I also wanna show you my place. Im sure youll like it and maybe you'll spend some more time there from now on. So were gonna stay for some 20 minutes at the bar and youll be fucking charming to your new fanbase. But when I give you a sign, well leave and you get into my car. Clear?"
I smiled a bit insecure, nodded and then replied:
"Hopefully you won`t kill me."
Pat got another of his hysterical laugh attacks and then said after starting another cigarette:
"Dont worry, fucker! Youre a real asset for my band. And with your angel face and almost perfect ass youll provide a lot of relief for my tool. So Im not stupid. You should be safe ... at least as long as you do what I say."
In the bar a lot of brothers wanted to congratulate me personally on my performance. Again this felt like honey in my mouth. I also saw Phil, who gave me a thumbs-up and confirmed that Seth, too, had been fine with me spending the night with Pat.
"Youve become totally obsessed with him anyway. I could see that when watching you on stage. Youre even leaking for him. So better you live out your fucking fantasies now. Pat in general is a good brother - a bit uncontrolled sometimes, but good. So enjoy your time with him, but try to be back by tomorrow! If not, then give us a call," Phil said.
I felt a great relief. Finally I also checked with Keith - Chris-Boy had already left for his mission - and made sure that Phil and Tom were taking care of him. Keith of course looked a bit disappointed, `cause he had been counting on some hot action or at least the next morning. But I made clear that my temporary absence was non-negotiable and that Phil would also give him what he needed. And of course I made him also fantasize about the time when I would be back and what would happen then. Only a short description of all this was enough to make the kid's face happy again.
When Pat said goodbye to Dan and his other band mates, this was the sign for me that he wanted to leave. Immediately I came closer to him and indicated that I was also ready to leave. Pat now put his arm around my neck, gave me an aggressive kiss in front of all the others and then said:
"Ok, let`s go now, baby! Believe me, the last hours of this night will be something very special."
Then he waved his right hand to say one last 'hail' to everyone and pulled me outside the bar to the parking area. The fresh air had a good effect on me and I took some deep breaths. He went to an older red pickup truck, opened it, and first placed his guitar cautiously behind the backseat.
"She`s my real baby and always deserves extra attention. So never mess up with her. Understand?" Pat said and laughed out loud.
He told me to get into the car and I opened the door of the passenger seat. The inside was a much greater mess than I had expected, empty and full beer cans, some cigarette butts, and various gig ads were laying around everywhere all over in the car. And of course, just like in Seth's car, there was the smell of heavy cigarette smoke basically in every corner. But all that really fitted 100 percent Pat`s wild personality. When I wanted to take a seat, Pat suddenly shouted "Wait" and when I looked back, I could see that there was also a big switchblade knife with its blade open placed on the passenger seat. Pat took the knife, closed it, and put it in his pocket. Then he pushed me down to the seat, grinned at me and put his arm around me. After a short pause he said:
"Sorry, I had a little fun before I got here. I know it looks a little messy, but I didnt know that I would have a guest when I came here. And after all, you can clean all this later on, cause you wanna make your master really happy, right?"
When Pat saw the confusion in my face, he again laughed out loud and gave me a friendly but yet heavy slap in my face:
"Just kidding, brother. Well find some other inferior to do this, cause for you only three things exist from now on that matter: your music, your training and, as always most important of course, me and the brotherhood. Capisce? And one thing's for sure: you'll stay down to earth all the time and will not get corrupted by money or any other luxury shit. Trust me, I'll kill you personally if that happens. Money has no meaning whatsoever, we only use it to achieve our goals and to fight for our cause. So don't ever think that we're going to drive around in some fancy car or anything similar to this. So you better get used to this car now!"
I nodded and replied:
"I know. Seth and the other brothers taught me these rules from the very beginning already. Trust me, I'm really not into getting money out of this. It's just that as of day 1 the music and the scene behind it had a huge effect on me and I just want to be part of it."
"That's good and how it should be," Pat said in his typically concise manner and started another cigarette.
Then he placed his right hand firmly between my legs, leaned over to me and started kissing me wildly. The two of us were still completely sweaty and so his kisses felt quite salty. Also his breath was not the freshest. But of course that didn`t matter at all; on the contrary, it added to the wild and uncontrolled atmosphere between us. So, within no time, I had a full hard-on again and he could feel it throbbing against his hand.
"Fuck! Originally I wanted to drive home first. But I think a short intermezzo here is more what I need now. You're just making me so fucking hot everytime I look at you," Pat barked while making me take a deep puff from his cigarette.
Pat then opened the buttons of my pants so that my dick sprang out immediately. He took it into his right hand and squeezed it a little which made me moan right away.
"Fuck, this feels so fucking good," I whispered quietly and totally turned on by this.
When Pat saw my reaction, I couldn't believe what happened next. This wild and raw hunk and absolute top dog suddenly went down between my legs and for a minute or so took my tool in his mouth and was sucking on it. And as in everything that he was doing, he did an incredible job and I could say immediately that he had experience with this.
"Before we go to the hard action, I think you deserve this. 'Cause you were really good tonight. So you better enjoy this short moment," Pat said with a dirty laugh while he was treating my tool.
Pat was really an amazing person. At almost any time he demanded total control over anything and the hierarchy between us couldn't be clearer. But then there were also the times when suddenly and out of nowhere Pat was ready to give me a break and let me have it my way. Of course he used it as some kind of motivating tool, too. It didn't happen often, but it happened, and whenever it did, it meant a huge turn-on for me.
Pat really knew like no one else how to treat a man's tool. I can honestly say that I had never had something close to this ever before. What I got was the ultimate blowjob. I was wondering immediately where the hell a top dog like him had learned this from. My only guess was that because he had such high expectation levels himself (both from his mates and his cunts), he just knew by heart what a true man wanted. Anyways, I just felt like I was in heaven. But as suddenly as the whole thing started, it stopped again. Without any pre-warning, Pat took my cock out of his mouth, got up again, and said:
"Enough of this playtime shit now! You'll have to work really hard, before I ever do this again. And now, go up to the cargo area of the truck, lean against the stern window, 'cause I'm going to fuck you from behind. Make it quick, fucker!"
I jumped out of the car and did as told. Within no time Pat stood behind me and I sensed that he was opening the buttons of his pants.
"Please, brother! My ass is a bit sore because of all the action that we had already back at the bar. So please don't be as rough as usual! Take it a bit slower, mate!" I pleaded.
"Shut up, stop the whining, and take it like a man!" was the only thing I heard coming from Pat's mouth.
But even though Pat again was hard and rough on the outside, I could sense already that he had gotten more cautious than usual. His fuck strokes were less hard and while taking me, he was also jerking my dick so that I would have some fun, too. This showed that Pat cared for me or - as you can also put it - he didn't want to waste the best horse in his stable. In addition, he came close to my ear and had quite some motivating things to say:
"You're going to make it with me, mate! You're going to be a real star! Your dreams will come true with me."
Of course, all this had a strong effect on me and since I somehow sensed that Pat would play a dominant role in my future life, I really wanted to please him and get his full attention.
"Please fuck me, master! Fuck me hard and heavy! Your tool feels just great!" I screamed while squeezing his dick with my anus.
Pat now was really turned on and went back to his normal fuck speed. But since he continued to jerk me off, it didn't hurt that much. Also, at least for his standards, he was still more careful than usually.
"Oh, mate! That's just awesome. Your ass is like an addiction to me. I'll make you pregnant, bitch. Be sure of that!" Pat barked.
From his dirty talk I could see once more how turned on Pat, like many other brothers, was by the act of creation. What Dan had told me earlier on made perfect sense. This mate really needed cunt just to have the joy to make someone pregnant.
It didn't take long anymore and Pat was ready to come. Being the rhythmic and professional musician that he was, he adjusted and timed his jerking movements in such a way that we would come simultaneously. It was as if the rhythm of his fuck strokes was a the composition of a new somg. And of course Pat made it. The feeling of me shooting into his hand and Pat coming into my ass at the same time was just indescribable. During our climax, both of us were shouting and moaning heavily and Pat used the dirtiest language one could think of. For me, it was like both of us being on another planet. For a short moment, because of the intensity of my orgasm, I felt like suddenly losing my conscience and fading away for a bit, 'cause I was just too exhausted. But Pat's muscular body always kept control and made sure that I wouldn't fall down. At the end of our session, we sat down on the cargo area for a while and started a new cigarette. We were watching the stars in the sky and Pat gave me another aggressive kiss.
"Wow, mate! You're really a hell of a fuck machine ... or better of a being-fucked-machine. But that's good," Pat said after some moments of total silence.
"Anyway, let's hit the road now and get finally to my place. Move your ass and get it into the truck," Phil ordered me.
Again I did as told and after some minutes and anew cigarette Pat finally started the engine of the truck and off we went.