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 49 is finally out.
Chokee has spent his first night at Pat's place and he's still totally fascinated about him. The more he is admitted to Pat's way of life, the more infatuated he becomes. When his new routine and his future lifestyle is explained to him, Chokee cannot believe his luck. There's no greater wish for him than to become a new star in the RAC world. It means an indescribable relief for him when he learns that Seth is still standing behind him and wants him to succeed in the interest of the joint cause.
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And now please enjoy Ch. XLIX.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 49: Joint Decisions
At first I was really shocked when I saw Seth's face, 'cause I wasn't sure at all how he would react. The expression on his face didn't say that he was expecting what he got to see when he entered Pat's place, which was me sitting on Pat's tool and riding on it pretty wildly. But Seth kept this surprising look only for a second. Then he burst out laughing and said:
"Hail, brothers! Good to see that our former star recruit really seems fully committed to his new career. And he's been doing everything to keep his superior happy."
I looked at Seth again and my (already endless) admiration for him grew even more. He looked awesome and enormously powerful in his combat outfit and obviously had a good start into the day, 'cause he was in an hilarious mood. And since he deeply believed in the brotherhood's joint cause, he took what he got to see totally professional. It was something that had been agreed between him and Pat in advance and, being the professional that he was, he only saw the potential advantages that my new career could have for the whole brotherhood. Seth was just not interested in any individualistic thinking. And looking at myself it was my submissive side that was taking total control over myself by the mere presence of these two total hunk brothers.
"Oh, the fucker is just awesome," Pat moaned while keeping his cigarette in his mouth and continuing his fuck strokes, however in a slower mode now.
"But come on, mate. Join for a second, it'll do you good and our mate really needs it now!" he continued after taking a deep puff from his cigarette.
For Seth, being the wild animal that he was, this was of course an opportunity that he didn't want to let pass unused. Already before Pat's invitation he had gotten closer to me and given me a friendly slap on my face which also expressed the clear expectation that he wanted to have some raw fun. Then he started to open his pants and was obviously pleased when, without him having to tell me, I took over and opened the last buttons for him. Of course I knew exactly what was expected from me and so without hesitating I took Seth's enormous tool in my mouth while I continued riding on Pat's cock, however still with a lower speed to calm down the situation a bit.
Within no time Seth's dick was getting fully hard and, as it was typical for him, his grip on my head was very firm to make sure that I swallowed his entire tool. Meanwhile I had become a real pro and at no time it seemed that I would choke over Seth's dick.
"You're just incredible, mate. You always seem to know what a real brother needs. It's like a top whore who has been born for this," Seth moaned while enjoying my treatment, partially with his eyes closed.
Then Pat got up and suggested changing positions.
"Let's get this fucker really going!" Pat screamed with lustful eyes.
He then made me bend over the old table that stood close by and, showing his respect, offered Seth to enter me first. From that little gesture one could also see that Pat was far from being a total egoist and knew damn well how the brotherhood functioned. Pat had had his fun with me without interruption almost for the last 24 hours and so it also seemed fair to him that now it was Seth's turn.
I, for my part, had gotten completely used to Seth's wishes and preferences and to me it just felt right that he should have his fun and then a kind of total relief that would make him dream about me even more. So I offered my ass to him without any reluctance and my hole, being trained as it was, didn't show any resistance but absorbed the enormous cock of this Roman gladiator eagerly and easily. Then, also turned on by Pat's dirty talking, he started fucking me wildly and hard. But he also didn't forget about my own pleasure and jerked off my dick a bit which stayed fully erect during the whole time.
"My boy just loves this hard play like no one else!" Seth exclaimed between two heavy fuck strokes.
"Seth, don't make the fucker come already, before I also have a chance to go wild with him once more. Let's make him spurt heavily while I'm inside of him," Pat pleaded and inhaled deeply from his cigarette.
Seth was obviously in a good mood. He increased his fucking speed to his absolute maximum and it didn't take long until he got the desired relief. As it was his style, he shot every drop into my ass and after some further seconds took out his dick. Then both of my heroes made me lay down on my back on the wooden floor and within no time Pat positioned himself to fuck me in missionary style, while Seth was kneeling down in front of my head and ordered me to lick his cock entirely clean. Again I must have fulfilled my double task quite well, 'cause both mates gave me a thumbs-up.
"Oh, you make me come soon and I wanna see you come too, fucker. Prepare yourself! You only come through my fucking and not through jerking your dick off. Is that clear?" Pat screamed.
I closed my eyes and was now only thinking of the two manly brothers who were taking care of me and just giving me enormous joy. It was nothing but pure masculinity all around the place and everything we did just felt natural. And so I managed to come pretty much simultaneously with Pat shooting my heavy load partially on my stomach and partially on Seth's hand. Different from Seth, Pat also liked taking his cock out of my ass before he came. And so also Pat's heavy load landed on my stomach. The moaning and screaming together with the hard RAC music playing in the background were just incredible and provided me with an additional kick. And also Seth, maybe because he couldn't have me the night before since I had left the bar with Pat before he had come back, managed to come a second time and shot another load into my mouth.
When we were done, it took us a moment to recover. Pat, almost behaving like a gentleman, put a new cigarette in my mouth and also gave me some water to drink, 'cause after all that heavy action I was extremely thirsty. We stayed In our original positions for some further minutes, only thereafter we got dressed again and the three of us took a seat In the large gym area on a workout bench. Pat put on some new music from a new group called FIST FIGHTERS, a group that we haven't heard about so far. Being the expert that he was, he proved once more to have the right taste for every occasion. Both Seth and myself liked the band immediately, when we listened to SATURDAY NIGHT RIOT FEVER.
Standing in a line, there's silence on the street
The only thing I hear is the marching from our feet
Our banners are whirling high in the air
The Marxist scum can do nothing but stare
Saturday night riot fever
We won't let this scum march
Saturday night riot fever
Shove your red flags up your arse!
"This is a really good one. They're still young, but extremely rebellious and radical. I'm going to produce some videos with them shortly and make an introduction to you. You'll definitely like the vocalist and should learn a thing or two from him. Capisce?" Pat said and started the conversation.
We talked about this and that first and Seth, with a sarcastic smile on his face, told us in detail about Chris-Boy's 'rattlesnake treatment' of the scum from the RED STAR bar the other night and his particular strike against Devon, his former torturer.
"Since Chris-Boy is off drugs, he's just amazing. This mate is full of ideas and cannot wait to put all of them into action. You guys should have seen him making all the preparations for the rattlesnake session. He was holding Devon's head and forced him to watch all the action, before it was his turn. Of course this piece of scum started screaming, whining, and crying, but all of that turned on Chris-Boy's sadistic side even more. He was totally hard and looked at the terrorized face of his victim. Then he threatened him to cut off his throat if he didn't walk into the car where Pit and Max were already waiting voluntarily. And guess what?" Seth asked and was turning to us again while starting a new cigarette.
"This piece of scum just did as told. It's no wonder, Chris-Boy himself said that he only learned about honor and all our core values when he finally joined us," I said.
Seth nodded and replied:
"Yeah. And while the action inside the truck was still going on, Chris-Boy and some of the other brothers standing around took their tools out and started to jerk off wildly and also play some other games. It was a really hot performance they delivered. Anyway, it's good that now we have this smart kid on our side, 'cause he really brings value to the brotherhood. And Chokee has done quite a good job with his pets, I have to say. They both have developed in a way that I wouldn't have expected."
I smiled and Seth's compliment, which - also because he paid compliments very scarcely - felt like honey on my tongue. Then I said:
"Do you know by the way that our Chris-Boy is also already working on a specially designed computer program for young recruits?"
The other two were now looking at me and from their faces I could see that this was real news to them. Then I started to explain to them what Chris-Boy who had always been a real computer nerd since he was only 9 or ten years old, had told me the other day.
He was in the process of developing a special program with the sole purpose to change, re-write, or modify a new recruit's likes and dislikes, his deepest wishes, and also, at least to some extent, the targets of his absolute hate (similar to but much more effective than a mere hypnosis). The pictures and sounds that Chris-Boy had composed for this were not always the same, but could be individualized to the recruit's specific character. But the composition always contained numerous scenes of skin gangs in action, of code words, of the most despicable antifa scum, and of course of heavy fights. In addition, a monotone, but yet very powerful voice in the background, mostly supported by heavy RAC music and lyrics, commented on the pictures and explained the true skinhead way of life. The ultimate goal of the program was helping to erase the recruit's traditional background and replace it by a completely new philosophy and lifestyle including the right political views. Chris-Boy told me that the test recruit should be exposed to at least two consecutive sessions on the first day each lasting about two hours and with a half hour break in between.
When I told the brothers about this latest development and also that I took a test session myself and that I felt really great thereafter, Pat's reaction was the strongest one and it was him who wanted to hear every fucking detail. After that he told us:
"Brothers, I really think I can add to this idea. 'Cause Chris-Boy's method combined with the right truth serum that we would give those recruits in advance, really will produce the maximum result. If there's something I know, then it's about the effect of certain chemical substances in the human body. And the right composition here would be a sound cocktail of certain barbiturates, in particular a stuff called benzodiazepine."
Seth and I were fascinated when listening to all this and of course we all decided that Pat and Chris-Boy would soon join forces and come up with the ultimate therapy.
"Look," Pat said and only went on after starting a new cigarette and taking a deep puff.
"It's plain and simple. What we wanna achieve is that the recruit really needs to seize our way of life and that it's not only or not so much a rational thing, but also, or maybe even a bit more, an emotional thing, too. I mean, our style, our views ... everything about us needs to be engraved in his mind like on a stone. And of course it's good if all this also has a sexual component, 'cause that's the strongest part in a man. In other words, the kid's dick needs to get hard whenever he only starts thinking of us. Only then you also have this kind of spiritual connection that will prevent any scum from getting through and confronting our new recruits with their so-called rational arguments. He will just not listen anymore," Pat explained to us with a devilish smile.
I guess I'm not saying too much now when I tell you that the outcome of this experiment was just mind-blowing. It's true that the test recruit when waking up couldn't remember anything at first. And of course, there was still a lot of work to do thereafter - like developing those guys physically and indoctrinating them over and over again with the right values, including a sound ideological basis. But with the help of Chris-Boy and Pat, all this would become far easier. 'Cause when you started the training with those 'specially treated' recruits, it felt like there was no more resistance. Rather, you just needed to push the door open, since a lot of the work had already been done before in their subconscious. The recruit was just like butter that only waited to be shaped the right way. After we had decided to make Chris-Boy's and Pat's invention a standard tool of our recruitment process, the funniest thing that happened to me once, was that when I told one recruit - whom I was supposed to train - about the Hammerskin Codex, he seemed to know already some of its content even though he had never heard about it before. Of course I was just stunned when I saw that, and it was one of the very few times when I told Chris-Boy explicitly that he had done an excellent job. Chris-Boy gave me a shy smile, but I could see how proud he felt by this acknowledgement.
But now back to the time when we were together with Seth at Pat's place after my first night with him. Seth - being the control freak that he truly was - of course wanted to make sure that Pat had already talked to me about my new life and that I had come to accept and really appreciate my new task. He was also happy to hear that Pat had done so already.
"Mate, you better understand that this is the one-time chance in your life that you've been waiting for so long. So don't fuck it up! Pat will give you exactly the kind of music training that you need to become a star and if you wanna succeed, you better do exactly as he says. But with this brother, non-compliance isn't an option anyway. This would kill you. Hope you got that already at least."
Seth turned to Pat when saying this, and both burst out laughing. I quickly joined, 'cause Seth had really brought it to the point: not following Pat was really not an option. After Seth had calmed down, he continued:
"Myself, Pat, and the whole brotherhood believe that you can really help us a lot when you become part of the music scene. Or better call it music frontline 'cause always see yourself as a real fighter, understand! I mean, just look at how you have developed. You're now perfect for this, 'cause a lot of youngsters just get hard when they only get to see you. So you're the perfect recruiter and can also have some fun when doing your job. I told you already that we need to broaden our base. Dan does it as a highschool teacher, I'm doing it through our training classes at the center, and you're going to do it through your music performances. After all this is also what you wanted, but even more so this is what helps the brotherhood - and that's the only thing that ultimately counts, doesn't it?" Seth said in his typically concise manner and then looked at me sharply.
I nodded and confirmed immediately before Seth went on and made clear that he didn't want to be interrupted:
"I know that you like the hardstyle most, but in the interest of reaching out to as many young guys out there as possible. So your image must be two-fold. Pat is going to create a real star for the masses - someone who automatically attracts almost like a magnet young teenagers who just don't know yet what to believe and who can be influenced easily, 'cause that's the kind of material we need. Of course there's also going to be the hard and heavy RAC singer who doesn't have any limits. But this is more for our existing brotherhood and our recruits should only learn about this later on when they have already been converted mentally. It's really all about broadening our movement. Does your fucking brain get that?"
Seth was asking this question half-joking and half-threatening. Again I nodded without hesitating, but before I could say something Pat looked at me and added:
"I think we're going to work with two different identities. You will have your ballad-style image and only when your fanbase gets to know you better, then they will learn about your real favorite and will also become fans of your true self. You need to appear truthful both ways. Understand?"
Again I nodded and finally got the opportunity to say something:
"Brothers, I know that this is a unique opportunity and something I have dreamt about for my entire life. So thank you for giving me this chance. I'm really grateful and of course I'm keen to start practicing right away and get my lessons from you, brother, as soon as possible."
Pat seemed to have guessed my true thoughts, grinned, and added:
"Don't worry! Your training will start from tomorrow. We already talked about your new routine, right?"
We then discussed once again how I should switch between my responsibilities at the center and Pat's place during the week and on the weekends and how my pretty busy day would look like in the future.
"You're going to work your ass off and I won't accept any apologies. You're at the frontline now and the brotherhood expects you to fulfill all your duties carefully. You'll work as a trainer in the center and you'll take care of your two pets and all your other future recruits. I told you already that all this is going to be your responsibility and your responsibility alone. And I wanna see visible results without any delay which means I wanna see constantly increasing numbers of new willing recruits. I guess you know my reaction if my expectations are not met," Seth barked.
Of course I knew and I also knew that with Seth failure was never an option. Still I was on alert thinking of all the tasks that were waiting for me. When Seth saw the worries on my face, he laughed out loud again, and went on in a milder tone and with his typical sarcastic grin:
"Don't worry, you're going to make it! Pat's going to create a star out of you as no one of us has seen so far. And even better for a cock-addict like you are here's the good message: your tool will have endless opportunities. And as long as they don't interfere with your duties, I don't care. Or even on the contrary: I wanna see a healthy boy here who knows how to play around."
"Sounds like paradise is coming soon. But I promise that I won't neglect my duties and of course I will also train my pets as hard as usual. I'll guarantee soon they're going to be completely ready, and I'll also succeed with my recruitment mission. I just know I can. You brothers will have to shut your doors, 'cause with my magic you won't be able to handle the masses of youngsters that will beg for entrance. Just believe in me, mates!" I said with a deep grin on my face.
"That's what my man should sound like. Pure self-confidence and plain hardcore activism! Cause that's what we need, total commitment and total obedience!" Seth said.
We talked about some further stuff including the concert last night and Seth once more described in detail the rattlesnake action against the scum in the RED STAR bar. Seth also promised me finally that he would arrange another opportunity to meet Mr. McKeese.
"You need to know this man. I'm sure he'll be excited when he learns about our new action plan and he'll like you right away. And definitely it's good to have his help, especially when you often have to switch identities from now on to fulfill your recruitment tasks. Especially the cops need to stay as stupid as they are right now. And McKeese definitely knows the right men there. He's going to help us when and wherever he can. And this is true vice versa of course, too."
I felt really happy and for the first time since I started my life with the brotherhood I had the feeling that I was really included in making decisions. It showed the trust that I have meanwhile gained from the brothers. And it made clear that I was now made a true member of the brotherhood's inner circle and that therefore 150 percent total commitment was expected from me.
We talked a little more, but then, after a last cigarette, Seth got up from his chair:
"Ok, brothers. I have to leave now, 'cause there's still other business to do for me. Chokee, I will see you in the center on Tuesday at 7 sharp. So you have one entire day left to get adjusted here and fool around if you need."
"His tool always needs relief. Take that as a given!" Pat replied and gave me another friendly slap on my head.
Seth laughed out loud and countered:
"I know that already. But on Tuesday at 7am your new routine is going to start. No second later, understand! And then I wanna see all the devotion, commitment, and aggression that I know from you. See you then!"
Thereafter Seth turned around and he left. It was now past 2pm already. We hadn't done a lot so far, but for my last Sunday 'in freedom' (before my new heavy routine would start) that was ok. Pat looked at me quite amused and then said:
"I know what we're doing now. Get your shit together, I'm sure you're going to like it."
I put on my boots and another MAX RESIST tank top, then grabbed my jacket, and was ready to leave. Pat insisted that both of us had to wear camouflage combat pants. We went to Pat's old pickup, where Pat put two lengthy begs on the cargo area. We drove just two miles or so and in the car a song was playing that had been produced by Pat and was called WE GONNA SHOOT THE SCUM and the corus went like:
Standing proud we won't go away
'Cause we're proud warriors and we're here to stay
Proud of our past and where we come from
And we'll fight for these values with a knife or a gun.
During the ride when I was looking at Pat's growing crotch, I could see that he seemed really excited about what would come next. I smiled and almost automatically started to jerk off his crotch a bit. His tool grew to its full size instantly. For a moment, Pat closed his eyes, 'cause obviously he liked a lot the feeling that my hand strokes were causing. Fortunately he kept full control over the car. After moaning slightly and inhaling deeply from a fresh cigarette he told me:
"Feels fuckin' really good. But don't make me shoot now! We're going to do some other kind of shooting now and need our concentration there. Understand?"
I nodded and we finally drove to a very quiet place where absolutely nothing seemed to happen.
"What are we going to do here? You wanna kill me?" I asked with a dirty grin and removed my hand from his crotch, since we were about to get out of the car.
After another hysterical laugh Pat closed his camouflage combat pants, even though his tool had still been full of precum because of my jerkoff strokes only minutes ago. As usual he didn't wear any underwear. Then he grabbed me on my crotch and replied with a sarcastic grin:
"Maybe not today - not yet at least. But just wait and see! You're going to love it. Hopefully you'll understand me a bit better thereafter."
We finally got out of the car, Pat took the two bags and then we were walking for about another 200 meters. While we were walking, a huge dark and wet spot developed between his legs. I couldn't help staring at it and when Pat caught me, he stopped for a moment and joked:
"Just as Seth keeps saying, you're a real cock-addict. But have some patience, mate! You'll get your share, I promise. But now let's keep on going!"
Finally we ended up at a relatively modern firing range. I was really impressed when I could see that the equipment was still new and - even though I wasn't an expert - again seemed to be top standard.
"Wow. This is amazing. Who built this place? ... Let me guess, of course Mr. McKeese again, right?" I asked.
Pat nodded and added with a sarcastic smile:
"He's just an amazing guy, isn't he? He always wants to see me and the other brothers completely happy. And he wants us to stay fit, ready, and on alert basically every fucking second. First all that didn't make quite sense to me. But now I know that also for McKeese it's good to have his little private army ready to strike whenever he needs us. That's smart, isn't it?"
All this really made sense. The more Pat and Seth were talking about Mr. McKeese, the more I wanted to get to know him closer. This guy really seemed to know how to build an invisible, but unbreakable wall around him. Through his generosity, he had managed to obtain the full support and protection of the brotherhood and through this he had practically become invincible. Lars and the other brothers had told me already what kind of treatment some former business partners of McKeese's had to endure, when they didn't play by the rules that he had set up for them earlier. When thinking about all this, I had to smile at myself and thought what an excellent and symbiotic relationship this was, from which everyone, except for the useless scum, profited a lot.
Pat now opened the two bags and I could see in there two beautiful automatic guns that Pat was touching almost gently leke a baby. He gave me one of them, but bitched right away:
"Be careful with this, fucker! They are my favorite babies, two beautiful semi-automatics by Smith & Wesson - the absolute best that you get right now. I get really pissed if you scratch them or do something that they don't like. We are doing some target practicing now. Is it the first time for you?"
"My dad ... I mean my producer showed me his pistol once. But I never used it," I answered truthfully.
"What a shitty education!" Pat barked and then went on:
"At least with this one my shitty dad was a little more relaxed. Obviously he didn't expect that soon his baby son would stand up and turn against him. After begging him like shit, he let me have shooting lessons when I became 12 years old. Honestly, that was pretty much the only thing that he ever did for me that I liked ... Anyway, we are making a perfect gunman out of you ... Bet your ass on this one," Pat bitched.
Then the practicing began and Pat now started to behave like a general shouting out orders. It took quite some time until I understood all the different components of the gun and how the loading and unloading and the security mechanism worked. When Pat used the trigger first and the mechanical noise of the shootings started, I was of course frightened and that caused Pat to have another laugh attack.
"Fucker, you must really get used to this. Wanna see what kind of reaction this noise meanwhile causes with me?"
When saying this Pat was looking at me intensively, then grabbed my hand and put it between his legs; and indeed, his dick (once again) was fully erect.
"See, that should be a real man's reaction to this. But I'm going to teach you and you'll learn it - even if I have to beat the shit out of you. We're going to tear the last remaining parts of any sissy-like behaviour out of you. If necessary, the hard way," Pat shouted out loud with a deep grin in his face.
And then the training continued. Just as with his workout, Pat was an extremely hard but efficient teacher. He was not particularly nice, but mostly shouted and pointed to my mistakes immediately. Pat wanted me to do things properly right from the beginning - and so I felt that I had to show him at least a hundred times how to assemble, load and unload the heavy gun. Then he demonstrated how to hold the weapon correctly, how to point it correctly at the target, and how to finally pull the trigger. When the noise still appeared to distract me, he gave me ear protection headphones and this indeed helped me to concentrate. Needless to say, Pat didn't use those and also didn't like them - most likely because he considered this too unmanly. In between two shooting sessions he also told me:
"You only get this shit so that you can better focus for now. But you'll better get used quickly to this beautiful sound, the recoils and everything else. 'Cause as I said already: I want you to behave like a true man and fighter all the time. After all, you're nothing but a political soldier on the music frontline. Understand?"
I nodded and tried hard to follow all of Pat's instructions. We spent at least three hours at the firing range and I indeed made some progress - to the liking of Pat who had a very specific idea of how the new idol that he was about to create should look like, what he should do, and how he should be seen by his fanbase.
"The fucker's advancing," he exclaimed with obvious joy and also some recognition in his voice.
"And what's the reaction down there?" he asked and pointed at my dick before checking by himself. Pat looked quite pleased when he finally found what he was looking for, since indeed I also started to get hard because of his jerkoff strokes. Also, the power stream that went into my body just by way of the recoil and the shooting noise was incredible. I just knew right away that Pat had hit on another of my true hidden desires and that from now on gun shooting would become one of my favorite spare time activities.
"I just knew that you're going to love it. You're a wild animal and we need to give you the crawls that you deserve. But it's only up to me and Seth to let you out of the cage. Clear?" Pat said, obviously very pleased and thereafter giving me one of his very aggressive kisses.
"I'm really enjoying this, brother. Thanks a lot. I think I must do this regularly from now on," I replied.
"You think ... What kind of shitty talk is this? We'll do this almost daily from now on to get our necessary relief. Capisce?"
I nodded again.
Then Pat suddenly looked at me with lustful eyes and said in quite a mysterious manner:
"Keep holding the gun in your hand and just feel the power of this tool! And then do some further shooting, while you will get something that you'll never forget."
I did as told, while Pat suddenly knelt down in front of me and opened the buttons of my combat pants. At first, I couldn't believe what was coming now. My dick, still fully-erect, sprang out instantly and Pat first jerked it off with his hands.
"I will give you now the blowjob of your lifetime. And while I'm doing this, you will continue practicing. I want you to keep full control, understand. No losing balance and no shaking. Prove to me that you have the necessary discipline - also when you're cuming. Clear?" Pat instructed me.
Now everything went very quick and, before I could realize it, Pat took my entire tool into his mouth. I knew already from the night before that, even though Pat was the ultimate dominant alpha animal, he could suck cock like no one else - like no cunt but also like no man who I have ever met before. It seemed as if his natural instinct would tell his tongue every second what the right move was. Never in my whole life had I experienced anything similar. I started to moan, but when I wanted to close my eyes, Pat suddenly took my cock out of his mouth again and barked:
"I told you to keep control, fucker. Don't close your eyes! Do your fucking shooting as I just told you!"
Because of the intense feelings my body was experiencing, Pat's instructions almost seemed like an impossible task. But still, I tried to grow beyond myself and continued with my target shooting. Of course Pat knew that this experience would leave an ever-lasting memory with me and that was exactly the whole purpose of it. The feeling to have my tool sucked by an ultimate alpha whose tongue skills were just indescribable, the mechanical noise of the shooting, and the recoil of the gun when pulling the trigger - all this caused a degree of pleasure that had been unknown to me so far. It was the feeling of total relief combined with absolute power and control. It only took me five minutes or so and then I was ready to shoot my load.
"Fuck, Pat! I will come now. If I stay in your mouth, I'll shoot everything in your throat. You'll get all my DNA," I screamed while I continued to target and pull the trigger of the gun - the task was really inhumane with my body shaking in full ecstasy.
Pat kept my tool in his mouth and did everything to make this a once in a lifetime experience for me. His main goal was of course that my brain once and for all would connect target shooting with this very first experience and that therefore I would crave more and even heavier sessions. As with most of his other plans, he was fully successful with this. When I finally came, it seemed that I shot endless streams of heavy cum into Pat's mouth. He obviously expected all this and didn't have any problems at all to swallow everything without choking or gasping. That in turn brought me even more over the edge and made me cum even harder. It seemed that it took me an eternity until I was done. Then, with the last drop of energy that was still in my body, I put down the gun and, while screaming out and moaning loudly, I sank on my knees. Pat quickly noticed that I was now really at the end and had no true power over my body anymore. Therefore he held my body with his hands and so kept me from falling on my back.
"Holy shit!" I screamed still completely out of breath. "That was just awesome."
"Yeah, brother, I know. Target shooting and coming - that's a combination that no true man can resist," Pat exclaimed and put a fresh cigarette into my mouth. He lit it and while I was taking a deep puff, he gave me a friendly slap on my face. I opened my eyes, we smiled at each other and then gave each other a thumbs-up.
For a minute or so, we enjoyed the total quiet with no one else being around. Then I looked at my cell: it was 6:30pm and it had gotten pretty cold outside already. Besides it also started to get dark. Pat was the first one who started talking again and told me:
"Ok. Let's end this for now! I'm starving and maybe we can go to a restaurant and have a steak or a burger somewhere. It's going to be on me this time, 'cause you seem to be a natural talent when it comes to shooting - I mean both with a gun and otherwise. You like this idea?" Pat asked with a dirty grin.
I nodded and replied:
"Good idea. But hopefully not a kind of fancy place where some mainstream shit is sitting around. I couldn't stand that right now."
"Of course not. We only go tothe places where our brothers go. The other shitholes we only like for having some fun - if you know what I mean," Pat told me, half with anger ('cause I had asked a pretty stupid and also offensive question) and half with joy.
"That's really good. Those fucked-up places wouldn't let us in anyway, but rather lock up the door, when they would get to see our wild looks now," I said and both of us began to laugh out loud.
Both of us indeed were looking quite heavy in our combat style outfit. In addition, we had gotten pretty sweaty and dirty from our long shooting practicing. Especially our pants and shirts were full of dust. Suddenly, Pat looked at me a bit angry and said while pointing to his guns:
"Well, if that happened, I would take this as an offence and force my way in - if necessary with my babies. 'Cause no scum on this fucking earth tells me what to do or keeps me from doing anything I wnat. You can bet your ass on this one. And hopefully you would act the same way, fucker. "
I had no doubt that Pat was telling the absolute truth and that this was what would have happened if someone had dared lock Pat out. I admired my new idol a lot for that and told myself that my level of aggression was still not good enough.
"You're right, brother. I still need to learn from you," I countered and received a half-friendly grun as an answer. Then we got our stuff together and went back to Pat's truck. Thereafter we started to drive downtown.
Fortunately we ended up in the same steakhouse called STEAKS FOR MATES that I knew already from Seth and the other brothers and that I had attended already quite often since I joined the brotherhood. The place was perfect for us - it was attended almost exclusively by true working-class mates, the food was heavy and excellent, and no one in there would have dared insist on any manners - especially not from us. For quite some time, the place was under special protection by the brotherhood and the owner and the staff who before had to suffer heavily from blackmail and other crimes could fully count on us. Rob, the 28-year old owner of the place who himself was total working-class and couldn't stop praising us for helping that his martyrium of crime, destruction and losing money had finally ended, had meanwhile become a 100%-follower of our skin way of life. In exchange for our help, he welcomed all brothers at any time and always made a table available whenever some brothers showed up. The staff had strict instructions, but meanwhile also knew by themselves how to treat us there. Of course, Pat - as one of the leading members of the brotherhood who were protecting their place - was greeted in a particularly cordial manner, almost like a king. But also when looking at me, Rob made an extremely happy face, gave me several hugs, and told me that it was so good to see me again.
"Two real men, hopefully with a lot of hunger and appetite for even more," Rob said with a friendly smile and accompanied us personally- together with another waiter - to a quiet table on the side in a separate room, 'cause Pat had already indicated right at the beginning that he wanted to have some privacy with me.
During our entire stay, the whole staff treated both of us very special and made sure that we always had enough to drink and eat. We got a table close to the window that gave us a good view of what was happening on the street. We made ourselves comfortable, started a new cigarette and were sitting with legs apart on our chairs. Needless to say, no one said or would have dared to say anything about our smoking and our manners. On the contrary, I had the feeling Rob was a bit proud that his place had meanwhile become the hotspot for a powerful group of real men who were always prepared to strike or do something against things they didn't like.
We ordered the regular stuff - salad upfront, rib-eye steak, sweet potatoes, and different kinds of vegetables - and for a moment were quietly enjoying our cigarette. When the food came, Pat showed me openly - even more than Seth and the other brothers - that he didn't give a fuck about manners. This was a clear sign of how much he meanwhile despised his old life and especially his producer. He partially ate with his fingers, smacked loudly, and at one point even farted.
"My stupid shitty producer wanted me to behave all the time to fit into his even more stupid circles. I mean all this was so fucking false when you think that his so-called friends would give a shit about him, if he hadn't had the money from my mother. So what you see here is a good outcome of his education, don't you think?" Pat said with a sarcastic grin and made another loud burp.
Pat's way of eating also had the intended effect on me, 'cause with him I loosened up even more than I had already done with Seth and the other brothers. I started to use my fingers more and more, smacked loudly, and burped whenever I had to. All this felt more and more natural to me and the thought that someone from my old life would have watched me now, was no longer embarrassing, but on the contrary worked as a real turn-on. Pat seemed quite pleased when he saw his effect on me and, always going to the extreme, encouraged me to relax even more. At one point, when we were done eating, we finally put our legs on the table and continued our talk while starting a new cigarette. For some reason, I had to burp heavily and both of us had another laugh attack. Pat countered everything with another extended fart.
To calm down, I looked out of the window for a short moment and suddenly I saw something that made the expression in my face change from one second to the other. Pat noticed my shock of course and asked:
"What is it? Did you see a ghost, fucker?"
I looked at him quite confused and then replied:
"Not quite. But outside is Cindy, my former cunt."