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 47 is finally out.
Chokee's first own performance was a huge success. When he's invited over to Pat's house, he of course agrees, 'cause our hero wants to be as close to him as possible. The ride to Pat's house is full of surprises, and he learns quite a lot about his new idol. Also, Pat's place itself turns out to be a huge surprise. No wonder that Chokee is getting more and more obsessed with his idol. As always, please let me have all your impressions so that I can work on improvements for the next chapters. Your comments really help to make the whole storyline more consistent.
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And now please enjoy Ch. XLVII.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 47: Dream Career Is Taking Off (Part 3)
Shortly after Pat had started driving to his place, I felt an enormous tiredness. But that was truly no wonder; I had been awake for more than 20 hours and really a lot had happened during this period including my first gig. Pat noticed my condition and without a word passed me another energy drink. I opened the can and drank the whole content almost in one sip. Then, for some minutes we were just quietly smoking our cigarettes and I focused on not falling asleep, since I didn't want to appear impolite and was of course also very curious about the things to come.
"Is it far?" I resumed the conversation while Pat stopped the truck in front of a traffic light.
"Nah, only a 15 minute drive. Its also on the outskirts and quite hidden. Whenever Im there, I really wanna be left alone," Pat said.
When he saw the confusion in my face, he was laughing out loud, then bent over to me and gave me another hot and aggressive kiss.
"Of course not, if such a hottie face like you drops by. But then at least I need my peace when I`m doing some crazy things with you ... if you know what I mean."
Pat gave me another dirty smile when saying that. I looked back at him a bit insecure, 'cause I still didn't fully understand his personality.
"Dont worry. Youll survive, if you behave," Pat said and then ordered me to get another cigarette for me and him from his jacket in the backseat. I did and lighted them for us. Meanwhile, Pat had chosen another PANTERA song called TELL ME IF YOU WANT IT and of course, while we were still waiting in front of the traffic lights, he put it on maximum volume:
I know you need it baby
You know you're what
I've been looking for, ohh
It doesn't seem right
That you're all alone, you need someone
to fuck you tight
Call me, I can make it right, yeah!
No matter whether boy or girl, you need it so bad
I'll give it to you
Like you've never had.
So, tell me that you want it
Ohhh, tell me that you want it
Just tell me and you get it.
While taking a deep puff, I was listening to the lyrics and told myself that the lines made pretty clear what was expected of me when we would arrive at Pat's house. We were still waiting at the traffic lights when a car with two yuppie teenagers stopped next to us. The two boys didn't say anything, but it was just the look on their seemingly upper-class faces, when they were watching us, that made Pat instantly furious.
"You wait here" was all that Pat said, before he suddenly left his truck and quickly ran to the other car so that he stood directly in front of the driver's window. Fortunately but not untypical of the time when all that happened, it was only the two cars on the street so no one would disturb us. With his left hand he told the driver to crank down the window. When looking at Pat, the stupid kid didn't dare resist or just drive away but merely followed the order. On the other hand, it was maybe better for them this way, 'cause I'm sure that Pat would have caught them again and I wouldn't want to know what would have happened then to them.
As soon as the window was down, Pat raised his right arm and punched the boy directly into his face. The punch came totally unexpected and the guy screamed out heavily. Blood started to run out of his nose instantly. Before the yuppie boy could react, Pat grabbed him on his neck and said with a threatening voice:
"You can be happy that I intend to have some visit and a good fuck at my place. So I don't have time to take care of you as I should. But next time you pay me and my mate the respect that we damn right deserve and never ever will you look down at us again. I'll give you scum only one chance now to let this pass. Otherwise I guarantee you that the next hours will be worse than hell. Is this clear?" Pat shouted and obviously enjoyed the sheer panic in the two boys' faces. They really feared for their lives now. I could only see them nodding.
"Ok, that's at least something. So now the two of you will apologize for your awful behavior and will promise that next time your conduct will be much better. You have 30 seconds for this and I'm counting backwards now," Pat shouted and then inhaled deeply from his cigarette.
Pat took quite some joy that while he still had a tight grip on the driver's neck, the poor boy tried to speak up and do the things that were demanded from him to save him from hell.
"Please, sir! I want to apologize for my rude behaviour. It won't happen again," the boy IN the driver's seat rattled with almost no tone in his voice.
"That sounds a bit better. And now the other piece of shit on the passenger seat will do the same," Pat ordered and gave me a sign to get out of the car as well.
When I passed him, he whispered a short command in my ear, I nodded, and then went to the passenger side and ordered the other boy to open the window as well. Of course he followed, since the two kids, not without reason, were still counting on getting away with their rude conduct. Then Pat looked at me and while the boys were still repeating their excuses, Pat nodded at me and then the two of us simultaneously and very quickly opened the buttons of our pants, took our tools out and targeted them against the window. Even before our two victims had a clue of what was going on, we directed our cocks towards the faces of the two nerds and started pissing on them. Since we had drunk quite a lot over the last few hours, our bladders were quite loaded and our two victims were confronted with two almost endless yellow streams. As expected, the boys didn't object and didn't dare say anything. Good for them, they tried to handle the situation by remaining calm.
"That's so fucking good! Drink it, you scum!" Pat screamed.
The two kids indeed opened their mouths, but started coughing when swallowing the first drops.
Pat and I were laughing heavily when looking at the kids. When we were done, the whole interior of the car was wet and smelt heavily like piss. For sure they would have to explain quite a lot when returning the precious car to their folks, I thought to myself.
Since Pat and I had other plans for the rest of the night and since they hadn't provoked us, Pat was ready now to let the kids off.
"Next time you won't get away so easily. So watch out for your mouth and your fucked up behavior in the future," Pat barked while closing his pants again.
"I guess you have quite some cleaning work to do now. So you better hurry up before your fucked up folks find out," I added and immediately Pat got one of his laugh attacks. While still laughing our asses off, we went back to Pat's truck and then continued our ride.
I guess you can imagine that scenes like this happened quite regularly when I was with Pat. I also have to admit that I enjoyed them quite a lot and even more the longer I was with Pat. As I told you already: meanwhile it had also gotten quite inspiring for me to teach some scum a lesson, whenever there was a chance. Maybe for guys with a family background similar to Pat's and mine, this makes a bit more sense. As you can imagine, there's quite much hate and contempt for our old lifestyle.
"That was real fun," Pat exclaimed while starting a new cigarette and turning on the engine again.
I agreed heavily and said:
"That was an excellent idea, mate. Thanks for letting me participate."
Thereafter we continued our talk that we had already before the little incident happened. The more Pat was talking, the clearer it became that Seth had already told him most about myself and the crazy way I joined the brotherhood. So Pat only needed some additional confirmations, which I gave him right away.
"I guess you saw already that I just love my new life and my new freedom. Meanwhile the brotherhood means pretty much everything for me. But what about you, mate? I also heard some crazy stories," I said.
Pat responded with that laugh that was so typical of him and always sounded a bit hysterical at first. But then indeed he started to tell a bit about himself. Even though Pat basically confirmed what Dan had told me already, it was a fascinating story. Pat was a complete free mind and he didnt accept any boundaries or other restraints that he didnt like. He despised any form of luxury or general mainstream thinking and because of that he really hated his dad whom he called "the most hypocritical asshole on the entire planet." The only part where his story was different from the one Dan told me was the one with his former nanny:
"I really liked her. That`s true. And very early on we also did things together, if you know what I mean."
"Is it true that you were only 12 years old when all that happened?" I asked.
"Pretty much so. But whats the big deal, fucker? I was an early developer and we liked each other. And fooling around helps a man to make quick progress. But we didnt fuck yet back at that time, if thats what you wanna know. But my producer did and not only this ... he forced the young girl. Im sure he also did it to demonstrate his power over me. Of course I felt lost and helpless at first, when I learnt about all this. But then, when Lara got pregnant, we perfectly could use this against him. We made him pay ... up and until today and every time a bit more. You wanna know why? He does so, cause hes shitting in his pants whenever I threaten him that the whole thing would come out. And thats because his so-called fortune - which means more than everything to him - in truth comes from my mothers family. So a divorce would basically ruin him. My old lady by the way isn't really the brightest, cause she has never understood the real power she had over him. For her everything's only about religion and faith. Thats why I also hate churches and priests so much."
His story reminded me a bit of my own hypocritical past, even though in my case it was my mother who played the dominant part. Suddenly Pat broke out in his hysterical laughter again and suddenly asked:
"You wanna hear the best part?"
I nodded.
"Its not even his child. I mean, shortly after the thing between Lara and my producer happened, Lara and I decided to do the real thing .... if you know what I mean. Already back at that time and with not even thirteen years, I just loved the idea of making a woman pregnant. Don't know why but it's always been like this; up to now it's given me a huge turn-on. Im quite a fertile guy, you know, and since we were timing our fucks well, Lara got pregnant within no time. But then of course, as we had already planned, Lara blamed it on my producer. We got a DNA certificate from a doctor who up to now is a strong supporter of our movement. He still owed me a FAVOR, cause me and my gang had helped him before with a creditor who had threatened the shit out of him. Yeah, the guy was actually quite happy that an opportunity had come to pay back some of his debt to me. The certificate really meant checkmate for my dearest daddy and since then the money keeps flowing ... each time a little more. Great, isnt it? I just can't wait until I will have sucked out the last penny from him and he will have to confess to my stupid old lady."
I was laughing out loudly myself when listening to this story and quietly wondered whether anything similar would be possible in my case. Then Pat gave me a slap on my thigh before his hand went upwards again touching my crotch with a tight grip. The feeling again was awesome and caused an immediate stiffening of my tool. I shortly closed my eyes to enjoy this intense feeling more.
"I guess nothing compares to fooling around with a brother. Its just the most masculine and most natural thing that exists IN this whole fucking world. Youll never give it up again after you tried once. But that`s something you know almost better than I do, right?" Pat said with a grin.
I nodded and took a deep puff from my cigarette. Then Pat went on:
"Fucking a cunt can only be pleasing in two ways: either you wanna discipline her or, even better, you wanna make her pregnant. I mean, just thinking of this always gives me the ultimate kick. Shooting and thereby creating something new is just an awesome feeling. Im gonna show you soon, believe me! Seth also said that you need to learn quickly now. I mean we dont need a sissy among us brothers who everyone refers to as a faggot. Cunts must know that youre a fertile brother who can make them happy at any time he wants. Thats just nature. Course that doesnt mean that you should neglect the brotherhood at any time. Your comrades and your obligations to the brotherhood always come first ... and so the fucking with your brothers does. Understand?"
Again I nodded but obviously I appeared a bit shy. Pat tried to encourage me and gave me a hard but friendly slap on my cheek.
"Dont worry, Ill make you understand this quickly. Even if I have to beat the shit out of you. But it seems that you`re almost there anyway."
Pat was laughing out again and then, after another pause, added:
"By the way, don't think that I keep the money that I get from my producer for myself. It goes directly to Seth and the brotherhood and they're doing a lot of useful stuff with it. The brotherhood also provides for my own needs - just the same as it's the case with you. I hate any capitalist thinking and I'm really happy that I don't have to take care of all that shit. The brotherhood knows what I need."
The more I listened to Pat, the more I liked and admired him. More than anything else, his thoughts really seemed to reflect my own way of thinking. I smiled at myself and, even though I was tired as hell, I just felt happy.
Then the car stopped and we obviously had arrived at our destination. When I looked out of the window, what I could see in the dark was nothing but only one lonely building. It looked very old and run-down from the outside. In earlier times, this obviously must have been a part of a much more extended compound which meanwhile had been torn down. It also seemed that this compound - just like the Martial Arts Center - was used both as a production and an office facility. So, for whatever reason, only the small part in front of my nose had survived the demolition.
"Were here now. Get your ass out of the car and Ill show you the place," Pat said. He got out of the car and carefully took his guitar which he treated like a baby. It was funny to see how gentle Pat - in spite of his rough and rude personality - could treat his most precious instrument.
"Are you living alone here?" I asked
"Yep, its pretty huge, you'll see. Im living on the top, the rest is empty. Hope it stays this way and if at all, only someone who I officially approve can move in. That's at least the deal with the landlord."
We passed the empty street and I could see that the facade of the building was really in a bad condition; all the paint had already come off the facade. Needless to say, my expectation level for the inside was now at its lowest point.
Different from what I had expected, we didn`t use the front side for getting inside the building. Instead we went to the backside where we entered a huge cargo elevator, which brought us to the top level on the fifth floor. The elevator was making quite some heavy noise but I enjoyed this ride a lot. Since the elevator had been placed on the outside of the building, fresh air could pour in. When the elevator stopped, Pat opened a heavy iron gate and now we were finally there.
What I got to see now was a real heavy hitter and completely different from what I had expected. In my mind I was already prepared to end up at some rotten dirty place similar to where the homeless people were staying overnight. But nothing like this happened. As soon as Pat had opened the gate and switched on the main light, I found myself in a huge open loft area. Immediately I could see that the whole thing was at least 400 square meters big. Only the next day when I saw the full size by daylight I learned that it was even bigger, more than 600 square meters indeed. The whole inside was in relatively good condition and only recently renovated. The walls were freshly painted and the floor was partially concrete and partially of wood. Just looking at the immense open space was breathtaking. Now I had a closer look and could see that Pat had assigned three different functions to the place and he had done so quite strategically. The first part, when you came from the elevator was a huge workout space of more than 200 square meters at least. The machines were all professional ones and, as I could see from the sweat stains, they all were in heavy use. There were also a number of machines for your body endurance like treadmills and another cross trainer. And then of course the place also had a huge free weight area. Three huge TV screens were placed in such a way that - no matter where you did your exercises - you could watch the screen. On the walls there were countless posters of various heavy fighting scenes including classical skin motives, which were partially very very explicit and gave the space an additional intimidating look. In general, the whole workout area was similarly equipped like the Martial Arts Training Center, and the order in which the machines were placed reminded me somehow of the center.
"Wow, brother, this is just breathtaking! And all this is only for you? I really don`t know what to say," was the only quite stupid thing that came out of my mouth.
"Then you better shut up, fucker!" Pat replied and gave me another of his hysterical laughs before continuing:
"You better do your body programme here with me, cause for sure your fans wanna see you in top condition. Whenever they think of you, theyll need to have wet dreams all the time."
Then he gave me a brotherly hug and turned on some good RAC music - the place of course had an excellent sound system. Then he pushed me further down into the room. What I could see then was even more unexpected, cause the second compartment of the space, which was still a bit bigger than the workout section, was used as a recording and rehearsal studio. Even though back then I didnt know a lot yet about recordings and modern ways of music production, I could immediately see that all the equipment must have been brand new and was also in heavy use. And it did not only have the machines that you needed for the recordings, but also for professional music videos. On the walls there were many photos of heavy gigs and recordings that mostly showed Pat basically with everyone who had a name in our relatively small music scene. This guy was incredibly well-connected, I thought. On a table I could also see the latest albums that were still being produced, and fortunately, thanks to Phil and Dan, my knowledge of the scene and the music, already back then, had become so detailed that I could start a conversation about this easily. And Pat fortunately was quite happy to see that he didn`t deal with a total newbie. He also showed me some unofficial band videos which were only distributed under the table and were showing even heavier stuff.
"This will be the place where youll spend pretty much the second half of your day. Cause as I said I want you to take care of your body, your music, and of me. Nothing more, thats it," Pat said in a way that I couldnt figure out at first whether it was a joke or meant really serious. As I told you earlier already, Pat took a lot of energy and joy from the constant insecurity and fear that he caused with his counterparts. It didn't take long and it got clear to me that Pat was damn serious about his plans that he had with me.
"I will really do my best, I promise," I replied and gave Pat one of my killer smiles which this time was obviously working, `cause he now got a little softer on me.
"Let`s go to my private area now, come!" Pat told me with a relatively soft voice.
"Who owns this place by the way?" I asked.
Pat shortly looked at me, took a deep puff from his new cigarette, and then said with a dirty smile:
"Any idea, when you look at all that?"
I thought for a bit and then it came to me that the whole style of the place was really similar to the Martial Arts Training Center.
"Mr. McKeese, the owner of the center?" I asked.
Pat nodded and after a short while added:
"Hes a great guy. He really supports the movement, wherever he can, both by his acts and also by his words. Shortly after Seth had opened the center, he introduced me to Mr. McKeese and we liked each other right from the beginning. He's really in love with our movement and always wants to see us happy and in heavy action. I guess you know already that he's helping us a lot with his contacts and also with the cops. Of course, he also knew about my music thing right away and so he suggested immediately that I could do my recordings and rehearsals here, cause its quiet and no one would interfere or complain. The only difference from his original proposal was that I made my loving daddy pay for all the renovation work that needed to be done. Of course McKeese offered to help, but I didn't want his money, but rather my producers. Its a sensational and awesome feeling, believe me! I know that McKeese is spending his money on the brotherhood anyways. But its much better to force Daddy Dearest so that his money is spent properly. And here we go, that's my palace now!"
At this point, with a new energy drink in his hand, Pat couldn`t stop laughing and at one point I just had to join. Pat could really be the meanest person on earth, I thought, and of course I liked the idea of being together with such a mysterious and double-faced personality.
After our laughing finally came to an end, I followed Pat to the last part in the rear of the room, which, compared to the other two, was the smallest, and served as his private residence. The space, about 100 square meters in size, was again fully open except for the bathroom, which had been placed at the left corner and was separated by concrete walls; its floor, walls and ceiling were covered with white tiles, which created a bit of a hospital-like atmosphere - something, as I later learned, Pat again had done on purpose, 'cause he laughed to scare the shit out of people whenever he was playing his little bathroom games. But that I would only find out later.
Pats bedroom area was located at the right corner next to the bathroom. Similar to how it was at the Martial Arts Center, it didnt have a bed, but just a huge mattress. The rest of the space was equipped spartan like and very cheap, again typical of the scarce needs of a true brother. There were several old and almost broken chairs and a table with seven or eight stools that did not really fit together and which obviously served as a dining place. And opposite the open kitchen a huge sideboard had been placed that was obviously used for having meals when Pat was alone or only had one or two guests. The walls again were heavily covered with posters and photos that said a lot about the person living in this place: the motives mostly showed banners with patriotic symbols, Skin brothers in various positions and a lot of fighting scenes, including traditional motives like shaving scenes, the crucified skinhead, or show fights among brothers - the ones the fucking mainstream was so scared of.
The only thing that obviously had a deeper meaning for Pat in his residential area was a huge showcase in square format in the middle of the room. Because it was so prominent, it caught my attention immediately and, already when I got closer, I could see that it served as a display of Pats weapon collection. Apart from various brace knuckles and knives I could also have a look at various pistols, rifles, and iron chains. And then there were also some older tools - mostly made of iron or of wood - whose use I didnt quite understand.
While I was watching, Pat placed himself behind me and suddenly started to give me explanations to every weapon I was looking at, including the story where he got it from. I noticed quickly that Dan hadnt exaggerated and that this brother had a natural fascination for all kinds of weapons. When I pointed to the items that I didnt understand, Pat gave me a mysterious grin and said:
"These are torture tools from the medieval ages. I drive around the county and collect them whenever a trade show or private sales event comes up. Theres a book of how they were used back at the time, but its rather explicit, so I'm going to show it to you later. They`re true pieces of art, believe me!"
"Hopefully you won`t use them on me," I replied and appeared a bit scared again.
Pat again got another of his hysterical laugh attacks and made me feel his growing dick against my ass. Then he whispered into my ear:
"Dont worry! I told you already that, for as long as you behave, nothing will happen to you. Your talent as a musician and my cock just tell me so. You may not believe it, but Im a logical person. I could also say that for now I really like you. But by the way, fucker, dont give me all this bullshit! You came here, cause you cant have enough of my exalted personality. You just cant wait to do recordings with me and become a full band member and perform at hardcore gigs whenever possible. And there's nothing you wish more than having your next workout with me. Am I right? You just love discovering this dark side of me and you also love watching the tools in this showcase while Im telling you what theyre about. So dont play the role of the innocent guy here who is forced to do anything he doesnt like. Rather you should be happy that you found someone wholl show you how to use these things and help REALIZE your dreams. I just know that deep inside you cant wait to have your first target practice with me, huh?"
Even though it was still hard for me to accept, Pat was indeed describing my true feelings. Fact was that I was extremely aroused by him in a way I had never experienced before. So I turned around, looked at him, and before I could do anything about it, he grabbed my ass already and made our two crotches touch each other, while he started kissing and biting me aggressively. Since we hadn't showered for quite some time, the strong smell of sweat and his manliness was filling the whole area around him. His tongue in my mouth performed a dance that even I wasn`t used to but which I enjoyed like nothing that had ever happened before in my life. Pat of course felt my reaction and after some intense minutes of kissing and while still rubbing my ass, he said with an enormous self-confidence knowing that I just wouldn't have any power to resist:
"I need to take a leak again and I`m sure you wanna join, right?"
I didn`t say anything, but instead just followed him to the bathroom. When we got there, Pat looked deep into my eyes and then said firmly in his commanding voice:
"I know what you want. So don't pretend that you don't know by yourself. Kneel down and drink my piss! `Cause that's what you've been waiting for. I was watching you when we had our little party with that scum on the street."
I looked at him and really didn't know what to do. But my instinct just made me nod, kneel down, and open my mouth. Pat smiled when he opened his pants and positioned his weapon. `Cause he always drank a lot, a heavy and strong stream of piss came out of his cock within no time. The taste was quite unique; my tongue could taste that Pat had had lots of beer, water and energy drinks before. In spite of the event earlier on the street with the two yuppie teenagers, the stream seemed to be endless and, even though I was trained already to drink as much as possible, quite a lot ended in my face, on my body and on the floor. But since, from the very first minute, I was so much focused on Pat, all this wasn't disgusting for me at all. On the contrary, just like it was with the piss games I had played with Seth before, my position felt completely natural to me. My submissive side wanted to be dominated by Pat and drinking his piss just was a part of it.
"You liked this, fucker, huh?" Pat said to me. "But that's by far not enough. Get up now and position yourself under the shower. Lean your arms against the wall and bend your ass backwards so that I can enter you. And don't think that I'll give you an easy time only because of your angel face and because your fans like you. On the contrary, I'll fuck any crazy ideas you may have out of your fucking brain. 'Cause you will always remain ready whenever I want you. Be sure of that!"
Then Pat turned on the water in the shower and he chose an extremely hot temperature so that it almost hurt. But anyhow, feeling the hot water running over my totally sweaty body and simultaneously having Pat entering me in his typically rough way, again was an incredible and unique experience. I moaned heavily and begged:
"Please, brother, fuck me, fuck me hard and heavy. Make me your bitch! I'm your whore!"
"Yeah, that's exactly what you are. You're nothing but a whore whose ass needs to be filled. I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to sit anymore," Pat screamed and slapped me heavily on my back and on my ass while performing the wildest fuck strokes.
Now he seemed totally out of control, his voice was cracking several times and he also had his hysterical laugh attacks once in a while. For someone not familiar with the situation the whole thing would have looked extremely dangerous and scary. But for whatever reason I had never been scared of Pat. Deep inside I trusted him and was sure that he would go further than any other brother, but he wouldn't cross the absolute limit. I just knew that - even though he denied it on the surface - Pat had the kind of self-control that was necessary for the relationship that we would have. By the way, up to now that trust never got disappointed, 'cause deep under the surface of his wild and uncontrolled manner, Pat was an absolute control freak. And that's exactly what made him so attractive and perfect for me. I know that all this sounds a bit contradictory, but I hope that most readers - at least those who have experienced something similar - will understand what I mean.
"Oh, fucker, I'm cumming soon now. I'll make you pregnant, `cause that is what a whore like you deserves and is made for. My fertile sperm load will enter your body now and you will thank me for every drop, fucker!" Pat shouted out loud and was pulling me on my hair.
Finally the moment of total relief came and Pat made sure that he shot all of his seed deep inside my ass. I played with my anus so that the feeling for Pat got even stronger. Then, just as the time before and without touching myself at all, I also needed to shoot. I know it's hard to explain how this is possible for a man, especially after all the heavy action that had already been going on on this particular night. With all the other brothers I always jerked off and when I played the active part, I needed to fuck heavily until I came. Only with Pat and the unique relation we had, it was really different. He could make me cum only by way of fucking me rough and hard.
When we were done, I felt totally exhausted. I only felt tired and for a short moment, it got black before my eyes. Pat, however, made sure that we got properly showered and cleaned up, including some intense tooth care. We also took care that all the piss got washed away which was not a difficult exercise, 'cause the entire room was tiled and there was drainage placed in the middle of the room. It seemed that this bathroom had been made for games like the ones we played.
"Fuck, it's almost six in the morning now and it'll get light pretty soon. Let's catch some sleep now. You can be happy that for tonight you don't have to sleep on the floor and that you earned your place next to me in the bed. That's how you know from now on how you performed over the day. Capisce?" Pat said and laughed again a bit hysterically. He gave me a hand to get up and pulled me to the bedroom area. Also when showered, Pat's body scent perfectly fitted to his dominant character. We let ourselves fall on the mattress and shortly listened to some lines of a song titled TRUE PATRIOT.
A patriot, a nationalist standing strong and proud
Fighting for his cause and being young and loud
One of a kind, a diamond in the rough
Nerves of steel, hot-blooded and tough
He knows the truth, his head is in the right place
If you mess with him, he'll fuckin' smash your face
He ain't a fake person, his honour is true
A golden patriot who's fighting for you.
Before the last lines ended, we had already closed our eyes and fallen asleep.