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 48 is finally out.
Chokee is meanwhile totally obsessed with Pat and can't wait that his new idol is ready to let him enter his world. Of course Chokee immediately accepted to come with Pat to his place, which turns out to be quite a hot spot. He's now waking up after a heavy first night and is confronted with a lifestyle that he always wanted to have for himself. Will Pat be ready to accept our hero as his new recruit and give him a chance to pursue his long-awaited career as a singer? Or will Chokee appear not trustworthy or good enough for a wild and uncontrolled personality like Pat?
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And now please enjoy Ch. XLVIII.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 48: My Dream Career Is Taking Off (Part 4)
When I woke up the next morning, Pat was no longer in bed lying next to me and I didn't know at first where I was. It took me some seconds to readjust myself first, but Pat's body scent that still filled the entire bed and room helped a lot to remember and to straighten out my head. It was already after 11am, so I had slept for quite some time and was also feeling quite a recovery effect from it. When I got up and saw that I was completely naked, I also remembered that because of our games the other night, none of my clothes from yesterday were still usable. I found a pair of black shorts with a huge white iron cross on the old chair next to the mattress. They still looked quite ok so I put them on. After taking a long leak in the bathroom, I went through the place, which by daylight seemed even bigger than the other day and started to look for Pat.
I found him in his rehearsal empire and I could hear already heavy beats coming out of the loudspeakers. He was sitting on a stool behind a huge mixing desk. Just like myself he only wore black shorts - his ones had a huge tank symbol on them with the lines SCARE THE SCUM OFF - and as usual he was smoking a cigarette and had a cup of coffee next to him. Looking at his topless and extremely muscular upper body, I could see even better now that this was a real piece of art. It was full of Celtic symbols and he had a sun wheel tattoo on his right shoulder. On his back the words SKINHEAD and the phrase HATECORE IS MY LIFE, both in huge Gothic letters, were engraved. On a small table he had placed a can of fresh coffee and some sports drink, which must have had a lot of arginine in it, 'cause already by now he looked completely pumped up. I could admire every part of his muscles and the perfect condition in which he was. There was absolutely no single gram of unnecessary body fat.
"Morning, Fucker! How's my wild cat doing?" Pat said, when seeing me and for the first time he gave me a genuinely friendly smile showing his teeth which, in spite of his smoking, were extremely white. Also, when listening to his voice, the term 'fucker' that he had started to use for me was not meant in an offensive, but more in a joking, way. At any rate, I was already getting used to it more and more.
In the morning light his dark, dangerous, and mysterious look came through even better and to me made him more beautiful and desirable. So my tool was already growing again. He took another deep puff, looked at my shorts and gave me one of his hysterical laughs.
"Good, brother, that you're wearing these. Your own shit for sure smells a bit strong after yesterday's games, huh? But look, they have also some stains on them, 'cause I got pretty wild when I wore them last time," Pat was joking and pointed to the many cum stains that were quite visible on the fabric but that I discovered only now.
I didn't know what to say and for whatever reason - mostly I still felt a bit insecure around Pat - I started to blush a bit. That made Pat laugh out even more. He waved his hand and said:
"It's all right, fucker, don't worry! Makes you look even hotter. I thought you had already learned from Seth that there's nothing to feel ashamed of when it comes to showing off your manhood. Just be proud of it! And now come and sit here and watch!"
When I was about to grab a chair, he shook his head a bit angrily, pointed to his thighs and barked:
"No, stupid! Of course I meant that you should sit on my lap! If you had enough brain, that should be clear without me having to say something."
I did as ordered and immediately I could feel his half-erect dick between my ass cheeks which I appreciated a lot. He made me drink some coffee from his cup and also some of his power drink mixture.
"This is just amazing ... even better than what you know from the center. Makes your body pumped and buffed up within no time. And within minutes you will just crave working out. You'll see."
Finally he let me take a deep puff from his cigarette and then started to show me the equipment which, as I had seen already the other day, was really absolute top standard. With all these machines he was able to produce both top quality sound albums and also music videos.
"Look! These are some of the albums and videos that I have already composed and produced. Of course they all go under the table, 'cause they're really heavy stuff."
He made me watch and listen to some of his productions and even though I had thought that I knew the scene quite well, this was indeed an even heavier experience. The videos and songs were pure hardcore, full of forbidden symbols and very explicit in their message. For instance Pat had produced one video called FUCK THE ENEMY! which showed pretty explicitly what should happen to any left wing scum after victory. Parts of the lyrics were:
Madness inside my brain
This scum drives me insane
The only thing is hate
And I believe in my fate.
Hate is what you need
Hatewar is what they get
The trigger is pushed by me
Blitzkrieg goes through your head.
No one can stop me now
Extermination is my only law
I fight my enemies
They won't find any peace.
Also the sound beat was unique and really amazing.
"It's good, isn't it? You like it?" Pat asked.
When I nodded, he smiled, gave me a friendly slap in my face, and then said:
"You better get prepared for all this quickly, fucker! 'Cause that's exactly how we're gonna make a real star out of you in our scene. Of course we will also have the gigs where we play the regular stuff and where you'll be the front singer. As Seth keeps saying, what we will always need are really, really good recruitment tools. And it'll be through those events that a lot of curious young folks will want to get to know you personally and that's of course absolute key. Be prepared to become their idol and our top seller face on the music frontline. And when we'll also do some nice under the table videos and songs, all existing brothers will also understand that you belong to our inner circle. Believe me, that'll boost your popularity to the top level. But as I told you already: no allures, you stay humble and grounded. Capisce!"
"Of course! Believe me, being with Seth really taught me a lesson what serving the brotherhood really means," I replied and took another sip from the power drink (whose effects I already started to feel both on my muscles and in my pants) and then from the coffee.
I just loved the idea of how Pat described my future career and also the double strategy of how to hit the scene. Pat's tool had meanwhile grown to its full size and by now I could clearly feel it between my ass cheeks ready to enter me at any time. Pat suddenly grabbed my head and pulled it towards his to give me one of his very aggressive kisses. Then he took another puff from his cigarette, looked at me with lustful eyes, and barked:
"Jesus, I could fuck the shit out of you right here and now. You're really driving my hormones crazy like shit ... but anyway. Let's keep some discipline here. We're going to have a full workout now. And then we're also going to do one test video ... Don't look at me like a child who wasn't allowed to the candy store and move your fucking ass NOW!"
I was quite surprised, but also a little disappointed about Pat's self-discipline, `cause I would have expected him to enter me right on the top of the sound mixer machine. But despite his wild and uncontrolled surface Pat, when getting to know his real personality, turned out to be just as disciplined, cold-hearted, and strategically-thinking as Seth. Again I could see that he was using this coverup only to scare off those people who didn't know him but had to deal with him.
The workout itself was even harder than what I had ever experienced with Seth, Lars, Tom, or any other brother. In order to bring both our motivations to the absolute top, he switched on all three TV screens in the workout area and played really hard stuff as well as his private video productions. One song for instance was called TANKS WILL ROLL OVER YOUR HEAD! and both sound and pictures brought out the ultimate aggressions sitting with me - exactly how it was planned by Pat during a heavy workout. The two main lines that the chorus screamed during the entire song were:
You'll feel my fist
Around your wrist
You'll feel my tool
So get the fuck up and accept my eternal rule!
Accept my power
Become a true follower!
It's your last chance
Under this circumstance
If not, you'll suffer from unheard pain
And I'm gonna fuck the shit out of your brain.
"Jesus, I would give everything now if some scum was around who would have to take all my negative feelings," I screamed while hitting heavily against the punching bag with my left fist and simultaneously doing some biceps curls with my right arm.
Pat laughed out loud and replied with a dark voice:
"That's exactly how I wanna see my future star. You'll get your chance, believe me!"
Pat was a strong believer in going to the absolute maximum and so during the exercises my heart rate went up like crazy - occasionally to 200 beats per minute. Pat had chosen a combination of free weights, machines, and some fighting techniques with hardly any break in between. And so I could learn already back then what an incredible power fighter Pat was. He knew a lot about almost any martial arts style and it turned out that he not only had learned a lot from Seth and Lars but also from a Japanese Shaolin monk back when he was still a teenager.
Whenever we had a break, we went to his weapon and poison showcase and he explained in great detail to me again what the different tools were used for. He did that with a lot of joy and excitement and even his voice that was normally a very hard and controlled one changed into an hilarious one. He referred to his collection as 'real pieces of art' and to some of the tools as 'his faithful babies,' while taking them in his hands and kissing them with his lips. It was indeed impressive but also a bit frightening, especially when it turned out that Pat also knew quite a lot about poisons and their different effects. He told me for instance about curare, a poison that, when you drank it, was completely harmless, but which would kill you right away when it got into your bloodstream. Then he showed me another small glass bottle and looked at me mysteriously:
"Know what this is? ... It's a truth serum. When you put it into someone's drink, he will sing like a bird and you can be sure that no longer any lies will come out from his fucking mouth. Or take this here? Ever heard about botox?" Pat asked.
I shook my head.
"This is one of my absolute favorites. When you take it in the right quantity, it doesn't kill you, but it paralyzes you completely. Don't get me wrong, You're still fully conscious and know what's been happening around you. But you just can't move any of your bones. Great, isn't it?" Pat exclaimed and again I could see the fascination in his face.
"But also a bit scary! I mean you've been showing me for quite some time now that you could kill me at any time, right? And no one in this fucking world would find out about it, huh?" I replied with a shy smile.
My comment was first countered by another of Pat's hysterical laugh attacks. Then he started another cigarette and said:
"You're a brother, fucker. And unless you become a traitor or something, I would also get into real big shit with Seth, wouldn't I? And last, if our music project works out, and I'm sure it will, you're going to be the best horse in my stable. So tell me, apart from the fact that I already started to like you, why the fuck should I do this?"
For whatever reason I also started to laugh and suddenly we were hugging each other and screaming our asses off. Gradually I was learning to get along with Pat's humor and wild nature and also developed the trust that he could make a clear difference between a brother and the outside world. And for the record, since the time when Pat and I started to work together, Pat has never disappointed that trust. 'Cause just like Seth, Pat was one of the most loyal brothers one could think of, no better person on this fucking planet who would always help you when you were in big shit. Otherwise - and that should have been clear to me right from the beginning - he couldn't have been friends with Seth and Seth wouldn't have allowed me to jump into this adventure.
Because of the heavy training we were having and with our completely pumped-up bodies, which were full of energy, both of us got hard in no time. Since I was still dressed only with the black shorts with the iron cross on them, the fabric couldn't hold back my cock anymore and so it suddenly sprang out.
Another laugh attack by Pat followed, but then he touched my tool, looked in my eyes, and encountered:
"See, and our dicks would also not forgive, if something serious should happen to you. So whether I like it or not, I'll need to watch out for you."
Pat continued jerking me off a little and for a short moment I could really feel that Pat, for his standards, really cared about me. But then, only seconds thereafter, the old iron Pat came back and barked:
"Back to our workout, fucker! We're not yet through and the hardest part is yet to come."
Pat was right with his prediction. The second part was even harder. He was only using the heaviest free weights and of course expected me to do the same. And at last he insisted on a kickboxing fight between us and even though I had learned quite a lot about these techniques from Lars and Seth, Pat was even more advanced. It was amazing to see that all his smoking and heavy lifestyle seemed to have zero effect on his body condition. He was able to detect the weaknesses of his opponent within no time. Had it been a real fight, I would have gotten down pretty much at the beginning. But that was not Pat's intent. He wanted to motivate me at almost any moment:
"Come on, fucker! You can do it. Look at me and find out where a good punch could really hurt," he screamed while breathing heavily.
For a very short instant, Pat did not pay attention and had not covered his right chest area properly which gave me the chance for a good punch. Unfortunately it came out a bit too hard, 'cause Pat suddenly went down on his knees. I immediately stopped and said:
"I'm sorry, brother. It was not on purpose. It's only that I wanted to stand up to you. Please forgive!"
Then, with one move and out of nothing Pat pulled me down on his sports mattress so that I ended laying down on my back, then jumped on me so that our two crotches were touching each other. He started to move his whole body up and down and kiss me aggressively.
"You're a real little fucker. You have it all and it's good this way. We need fighters like you in our inner circle. And you'll be one of us. I just know it," Pat whispered into my ear, his words feeling like honey on my tongue.
Then he gave a hand and the both of us stood up from the mattress again. Since our bodies were totally covered with sweat, he pushed me to the bathroom, closed the door, and was pushing some buttons on a little electronic screen on the wall (which I hadn't discovered before). Shortly thereafter the temperature and air humidity in the whole bathroom changed and it became a steam room.
"Wow, this is amazing. All completely new and top standard. This here must have cost a fortune," I said.
"Yep, daddy does everything for his loving son and we all need to be sure that it's spent properly, don't we?" Pat replied with a hostile voice and grinned sarcastically.
"He pays so much?"
"Yeah, and I increase the sum for my blackmailing regularly. It's really a lot, but, as I said, almost all of it goes to Seth and the brotherhood for their different projects and my kids of course - all in all eight meanwhile. At least the known ones. Only when I renovated this place, I spent a bit of it on my own. But the spending only went on getting the place here back into shape, the workout and the music equipment. And I don't pay any rent, `cause McKeese would never ask for money from the brotherhood; that would be just unthinkable. He loves us and always wants to give more than what we accept. And for myself, I really hate all stupid forms of luxury, it only corrupts you. I had all that shit when I was a kid and couldn't stand it. So you better learn that quickly and do the same! Capisce?" Pat barked.
"Yeah, I saw that already. Just like Seth and the others you're a real ascetic. I can't see any unnecessary shit in this place. And that's exactly what gives it the right flavor," I replied.
"Good that we feel the same way. `Cause I expect my inner circle to be completely incorrupt. Money should make you laugh when offered to you. That's all."
I nodded again and then we were done with this subject. Pat changed the menu back to bathroom modus, then we took a shower, shaved each other all over properly and went to his bedroom area, where we got dressed. Pat gave me the regular skin stuff to wear, a pair of light blue bleachers and a black t-shirt with a heavy kickboxing scene on it and the logo PUNCH HARD AGAINST THE ENEMY!
While I put on my boots, I asked:
"How long have you been living here?"
"Seth is right when he says that you're way too fucking curious," Pat barked and looked at me angrily. But then after a pause he went on:
"Ok, if it makes you happy. I met Seth and his brotherhood around five years ago. At that time I was quite under stress and also a little depressed. I was living with my cunt who already had two kids from me. I couldn't focus on my music and the brotherhood anymore. So there were quite some clashes at home, if you know what I mean ... Don't get me wrong I just love seeing a cunt pregnant - as I said there's nothing hotter about straight sex than this - and I also enjoy watching my kids growing up. But I'm not born to be an everyday father. For sure I'll help them all later on when they need real grown-up advice. But the nitty gritty, especially at the beginning, is just not for me. So through Seth I got to know Mr. McKeese. We liked each other from the beginning and he offered me this place. As I told you, he would have paid everything here by himself, indeed he was begging me for this. But I wanted my producer to pay his share. And that's the way it is until today."
"McKeese must be a really good guy. It's a pity that I don't know him yet. I only saw Mr. McKeese once, I guess. But I didn't really talk to him," I replied.
"Oh yeah, you must get to know him soon. He's just a great guy and we're going to need him for your coverup with the cops. For sure he will help us with this one. He really believes in us and our cause and would do everything in his power to help us. And fortunately he has the power. McKeese always keeps asking whether there's anything more he can do. He's one of the very, very few outside the brotherhood whom we respect and whom we would fight for. And also, McKeese, with all his upper-class contacts, works as the perfect link to the rotten mainstream scum, especially to the cops. I guess you learned already that whenever the cops are planning something against us, we're the first to know - I guess we learn even faster than they do," Pat said with a sarcastic grin on his face.
Then again, Pat was having one of his hysterical laugh attacks so that he could not continue. Instead he tried to have another deep puff from his new cigarette to calm himself down. So I went in between his words and said:
"It's really a unique story. You're just an amazing mate! ... and by the way who's taking care of this place ... I mean who cleans it, one of your cunts?"
That caused another laugh attack with Pat. Only after some seconds he tried to take a deep breath again and replied:
"That's really a good one. I have to think about this and maybe I'm gonna change it, 'cause so far some of my cunts are still lacking a real purpose in life. ... But for now it's the same as with the center. A professional cleaning service is coming once a week. By the way they'll also take care of your clothing that suffered a bit from our piss games yesterday. But what they do, is really more than enough, `cause I don't wanna live in a kind of pharmacy, understand? So I couldn't make up any additional task for one of my cunts on this one. After all, it's brothers who live here after all. By the way, the service also takes care of the food by the way. So the fridge is always filled with good stuff. McKeese always wants us to be in top condition and does everything he can for his little army, as he sometimes calls us."
Again I was amazed about Pat's good organization skills. Whenever you looked under his surface, he still turned out to be quite wild, but, Typical of his personality, he seemed to have total control over his life and the one of his followers. When this thought was crossing my mind, I started to admire Pat even more.
"Let's have a late Sunday breakfast now, fucker!" Pat said and made me follow him to the kitchen.
We prepared fresh coffee, oatmeal with lots of fruit, protein shakes and a lot of eggs white with salmon and ham. We went to one of the tables, which was really in quite a shabby condition, sat down, spread our legs and began to eat. For some minutes, there was total silence between us, we just enjoyed the food, our cigarettes, and of course the music in the background. I guess Pat had chosen on purpose some hard PANTERA lyrics, 'cause he knew already that back at the time the lead singer Phil Anselmo had already been a friend of mine:
All my life it's been the same
Too many stupid rules if you wanna play the game
Don't do this, don't do that
Your stupid folks, they know where it's at
I'll show them all a thing or two
Now I know of how to do.
Put on your bleachers, your boots and your spikes
Me and the brothers are hot rockin' with you tonight
I'll stick my right fist high in the air
I'll make this sign, 'cause I don't care
FROM NOW ON SKIN BROTHERS WILL RULE ALWAYS AND EVERYWHERE!
Suddenly, after inhaling deeply once more, Pat started the conversation again:
"You wanna know what your routine is going to look like from now on?"
I nodded, even though I knew that this was not meant as a real question. I was also not so much surprised that someone else had already made decisions, 'cause that's how the brotherhood always functioned.
"Listen, Seth and I talked about it already. You really made good progress and no brother has questioned your loyalty so far. So we all believe you deserve this one chance," Pat began, inhaled again and then, after some seconds, continued:
"I mean, Seth and the others noticed already that you've been crazy about the music scene as of day 1, right? So Seth had given me a call already weeks ago and we discussed what to do," Pat said and slapped me on my knee.
"So all this is a set-up?" I asked and obviously sounded a bit too aggressive even though it was only meant as a joke.
"Come on, watch your mouth, stupid! Be proud that we were thinking about your future. Not many brothers get that chance," Pat barked back and sounded a bit angry.
I guess Pat could see from my face that I felt sorry. So he gave me a break this time and then went on:
"Be proud that you belong to the chosen ones! But your weekly routine will be tough like hell. Needless to say you'll spend the nights here with me from now on. That's what your cock wants anyway. During the week you'll get up early as usual and will jog to the center. There you will spend the time until early afternoon. Together with the other brothers, you'll work as a trainer there and fulfill all other tasks that Seth and the others have for you including, of course, taking care of your pets. But also that's the place where you're going to take care of your fan base. Since the center is a known place, many brothers will pay you a visit there, and of course that's also the place where you can do all the recruiting which is expected from you. 'Cause remember: we're doing this only to broaden our base and that's exactly your function. And you're going to be measured by exactly this. Does your bird brain get this?" Pat asked still quite aggressively.
I nodded and made clear that I completely understood.
"In the afternoon you'll come back and that's hopefully where your fun part starts: we'll do our rehearsals and other music practices here. It'll be hard at the beginning, believe me, 'cause we need to do nothing less but create a new brand out of you - a face that stands for the brotherhood like nothing and no one else before. And with you, we're starting pretty much from point zero. For that you need to learn at least the basics of bass and guitar playing, but also a bit of composing. But most of all, we'll need to train your voice to the maximum. Your voice must be able to sing plain RAC rock'n roll, but also black metal and ballads. The whole variety. And also, everyone must recognize your voice instantly. Clear?"
I nodded and I felt like being under a wonderful spell.
"The nights we will mostly need to spend outside, 'cause you need to get involved heavily into our music scene. You need to get to know more people - also those like McKeese who really support us. You'll need to connect with all leading bands, composers, and producers. That'll take time, but Dan and I know where to take you. In four months from now you will need to be the best-connected person - below myself and Dan of course. And only then we're going to start with our band tours. We will set up a band only for you. I've already started thinking about the right people. This time a lot will also depend on their looks of course. The brothers and most of all those fresh recruits, they really need to identify themselves with your group. And of course you'll play the whole variety of shit so that also mainstream kids will like you and go to your regular concerts - not the real ones we're gonna organize under the table. 'Cause once they're there and after some testing, we are going to make them familiar with the real you and only with a little help, they'll cross the bridge easily. So I'm sure that within no time, your fanbase will explode like shit and the kids will adore you. Just imagine the huge push that the brotherhood will gain from that and the main credits for that will go to you. It'll be like nothing before. So, fucker, I'm asking you now: Are you prepared for that?"
I smiled and said:
"Of course. All this sounds like a dream coming true for me. I mean finally I can become someone special and until yesterday I didn't have a clue that this would ever happen to me."
Another hysterical laugh attack by Pat followed.
"Just wait and see. I'm going to be very hard on you and I'm known to be one of the hardest slave drivers and extremely critical. It won't be anything close to paradise for you, mate. Just hard work and a sweaty ass! And there's also one other thing."
"And what's that?" I asked and didn't quite know what he was talking about.
"As a music star you must be able to fuck a cunt. I told you this already. It doesn't mean of course that you must give up any fun you have with me and the other brothers. On the contrary, the brotherhood always comes first. But it must become part of your reputation that you fuck around wildly and no cunt is safe from you - especially when they're followed by some loser scum that isn't worth being recruited by us. That's the kind of star image we need and wanna create! Get that, fucker?"
Once more I nodded, but must have looked quite helpless, `cause Pat gave me an encouraging slap on my ass and said with a laugh:
"Don't worry! I'll show you and you'll learn soon."
"I know. But just one other question: What about my two pets, I mean Keith and Chris-Boy? I promised Seth and the brotherhood that I would take care of them," I asked and was happy to find another subject to talk about.
Pat knew the answer right away.
"I told you already before. But it's good that you talk about this once more. That really shows your commitment and we need that. Seth and I also talked about this already. Of course, the two recruits remain your obligation and responsibility. So you continue to take care of them and teach them. Maybe they can also help with preparing the gigs. Up to you. And of course you can also bring them here. Only the nights they are going to spend in the center. They still need to be closely watched by Seth and the brothers. And they also shouldn't see what's happening between us, right? They should keep seeing you as their only authority."
I nodded again and felt relieved. Again the brotherhood had thought of every detail. Even though the decision had been made by others, I could see that the outcome was in my favor. This gave me additional trust in the brotherhood, `cause it showed that the system that your superior took the decision for those who were assigned to him worked as long as the superior in charge was responsible. And in relation to this, I have never experienced any major failure with Seth - whose screening skills were just indescribable - and the rest of the brotherhood. Apart from that, during all this talking, also my trust in Pat was growing enormously. True, on the surface Pat appeared wild and uncontrolled, but now that I was allowed to have a closer look I could see that he knew what he was doing and that he was always keeping his loyalties.
Suddenly Pat pulled me over to him. I would have almost fallen out of my seat right to the floor. But Pat, when seeing that I was struggling with keeping balance, managed to hold me up and so I landed on his lap again. Before I could realize, I had his tongue in my mouth, which started to perform a wild dance right away. I tried to respond, but with Pat's dominance I didn't have a real chance. Then he pushed my head down between his crotch so that I was forced on my knees. With the other hand he opened the buttons of his pants and as soon as his fully-erect dick sprang out he made me suck it deeply.
"Yeah, that's it, fucker! Do it! Hopefully you see that I'm totally pumped up and that I need relief. Choke on my tool deeply and show me that you deserve the name that Seth had chosen for you! I wanna see everything down your throat," Pat moaned.
Then he pulled my tank-top off and touched my upper body everywhere, especially my nipples which he twisted quite aggressively, but in a way that it didn't hurt too much but provided additional pleasure.
Then suddenly and in one move, he made me stand up again and turned me 180 degrees around. Then he made me sit down on him while his tool was entering me. I started to moan and scream.
"Don't lose speed, fucker! You know that I need it hard and heavy. So move your ass up and down, as you've hopefully learned meanwhile. Make me happy now! You don't wanna see me pissed, do you?" Pat shouted.
At that point I had only one wish, which was giving Pat the ride of his lifetime. I wanted him to think of me as his only top bottom, comparable to absolutely no one else. So I didn't pay attention to myself - whether it hurt or whether I was also hard -, I just tried to perform the wildest dance with my ass on Pat's tool. And obviously it worked, 'cause Pat appeared to be like in heaven. He had closed his eyes and was moaning heavily.
"That's it, fucker. That's how a baby of mine should do it. You must teach all my other babies how to do it. Come on, harder, do it, bitch! Move your fucking ass!"
The atmosphere got even more intense, 'cause I could listen to the song SOUND OF VIOLENCE coming from the loudspeakers in the background:
Tonight we're gonna hit the town
and beat some stupid scumbags down
We're gonna seize the street
and all those losers better get on their feet.
You're afraid of us and better should be, because
we'll fight till the end for our cause
There's no god damn thing that we wouldn't do
If we only got rid of scum like you.
And when the going gets tough, the tough gets going
Punch the scum hard so that they learn who's ruling and rolling!
When I heard the words 'ruling and rolling', I was really ready to cum. And also Pat for sure wished nothing more than seeding me with his entire hot load. But suddenly I heard a strong iron noise. I knew instantly that this was the opening noise of the cargo elevator door. Normally I wouldn't have cared, 'cause I was already far beyond any stupid mainstream beliefs. The fact that someone was watching me during a heavy fuck didn't really bother me. But for some reason, I had a strange feeling this time and, before I could really react to this, it was Seth who stood in the middle of the room.