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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 50 is finally out.
Chokee is now confronted with his final and ultimate test that will decide whether he can make it to the top of the brotherhood. How will our mate react when he needs to deal with Cindy - one of the main bad influencers back in his old life? Will Pat be able to help him?
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A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 50: The Final Break with My Old Life (Part 1)
When I discovered Cindy standing outside the restaurant, Pat sat opposite me. He was leaning back in his chair with legs apart and I had noticed that a dark spot had developed around his crotch. His tool was getting half hard while he was eating some of the delicious meatballs that had been served with his hands. Instinctively I had tried to imitate this position and so there was a moment where we proudly demonstrated our masculinity to each other without saying a lot.
Then I noticed my former cunt and I was sure that Pat, being briefed by Seth and the other brothers about every detail relating to myself, already knew my story. Also I had talked to him myself about my previous life. So he quickly got the connection after I had mentioned Cindy's name and with his warrior-like attitude he quickly changed positions and within seconds was on full alert.
Not even a minute later he suddenly jumped out of his chair, looked at me quickly and then was checking a bit nervously the pocket of his jacket. I could see some relief in his face as if he found what he was looking for. Then he ordered me in his typically commanding tone:
"Listen, fucker. That's a perfect opportunity. Really couldn't be better. You wait here and pay. Give them an extremely good tip as usual. Then tell Rob, the owner, that he should show you the way to the back entrance of this place. I'll wait there in our truck. Make it all quick! Capisce!"
"But what do you ..," I asked.
"Shut the fuck up and do as I say!" Pat barked in a tone that didn't allow any disobedience.
I nodded and could see that Pat quickly went outside and then was running after Cindy. In his condition, it of course took him no time to reach her and I could see, even from a FAR distance, that Cindy, exactly as expected, reacted quite scared when she discovered Pat. I could vividly imagine how disgusted she felt. On the other hand, however, and also as I had expected, the chick didn't even try to escape. Pat's personality and his appearance were just too strong for that and Pat of course knew about his effect on regular scum and always made use of it whenever necessary. I saw Pat talking a lot with his hands and then making a sudden move with his right foot against Cindy's upper leg. The cunt must have reacted with a slight scream but then the discussion seemed to go on for a further minute or so, before she started to tumble and then lose her balance entirely. The bitch would have fallen down on the street if Pat hadn't stopped her. Then it appeared as if Pat, taking over control more and more, was guiding Cindy to the back entrance of the restaurant. Shortly thereafter both of them were out of my sight.
I told the staff that I wanted to pay and as expected Rob, the owner, showed up personally and said that we were invited and that he wouldn't accept any money from us.
"Listen, you guys have been doing so much for us and you ask for nothing in return. Please be our guest. That's the least we can do."
After some discussions I could sense that they really expressed their true feeling of gratitude and so I accepted. But I gave each of the staff who was serving us including the kitchen people a 10 Pound tip. They all seemed very happy and thankful. Then I told Rob to show me the way to the back entrance and I was surprised that he knew why already. Pat must have already texted him. The restaurant was a relatively winding place and we had to use some stairs to get to the back entrance, where Pat with a sarcastic grin was waiting for me.
"So, fucker! Ready to get home and have some fun?" he asked me.
I nodded but didn't really know yet what he had in mind. Rob, who obviously must have had a better clue of what was going on, asked Pat and me whether we needed the restaurant's box truck to transport our precious cargo. Pat appreciated this offer, gave Rob a big hug, but then declined:
"Thanks a lot, mate, for your offer. Much appreciated. But I think using my truck is fine. There's enough space in the front area for all of us. And I guess someone wants to sit real tight against our future star."
Pat gave me a dirty laugh when saying that. Rob also had a smile on his face. Then the two mates were shortly discussing a heavy strike that they had planned against some left-wing scum who once dared to blackmail Rob and how they should go on with this. Pat closed the discussion by saying something that reflected his personality better than anything else:
"Striking hard and heavy is always the best defense. Punch their face so that they learn the hard way. Only this way you earn the necessary respect from the scum walking around."
Then, after having a deep puff from his cigarette, he changed the subject and continued:
"And by the way, we need the basement of your place soon for a real hardcore gig that's going to take place soon. Can you help with that?"
Rob immediately agreed and said that Pat should give him a ring as soon as he has further details.
"Of course we love to help. You know that I'll support your cause wherever I can."
"That's good to hear. You're a true mate! But now let's move our asses and get out of here!" Pat barked and pushed me to the exit. We quickly got into Pat's truck, he started the engine and started to drive back to his place.
In the front row I saw Cindy sitting on the passenger seat. She obviously lost her conscience and had her eyes closed. Pat ordered me to take the seat in the middle and make sure that the body of the cunt wouldn't sink down.
"What happened?" I asked a bit nervous and started a cigarette.
"Just LOOK at her!" Pat replied with a smile.
I turned to the right to my ex and heard her snoring a little. Suddenly I got really nervous and asked quite scared:
"What is it that you have in mind? Did you poison her or do you wanna kill her?"
"Shut up and don't be stupid! The bitch just got a nice tranquilizer injection and she's now sleeping like a baby. That's all. We'll be at our place in a minute and then you're going to help me to bring her up to the bedroom. No one's going to be there anyway, but just to be safe it should look like she's hugging the both of us and we're bringing her home after quite a wild night with a lot of alcohol. Clear?" Pat shouted and started a new cigarette.
I nodded and knew that this was again a decisive moment in which he wanted to test my loyalty.
"Course you can count on me, mate! But how could you inject her on an open street?" I asked.
Again, Pat started one of his hysterical laughs and then, while still driving and being as flexible as he was, rose his right leg and showed his boot to me.
"You don't have to lick it now, but have a closer look!"
First I didn't notice anything, but then I saw that on the tip of the boot there was a small device and when you pressed a tiny mechanism on the back of the boot, a small injection needle came out. Pat was extremely proud of this and explained every detail to me:
"This device was originally developed by the Bulgarian secret service for umbrellas and quite some enemies were killed without anyone noticing. I read quite a lot about it. I took the idea and adapted it for my boot. It works perfectly with every poison you can think of. No one's expecting an attack like this and for your enemy it just feels like the bite of an ant at first. You put the cartridge with the right poison under the sole of the boot and exchange the needle once in a while. Of course, in the case of your old chick I only used a nice tranquilizer. I'm a nice guy, you know!"
Pat took his right leg and put it back so that he could use it again for the gas pedal. I just didn't know what to say but when looking at Pat and listening to his laugh attack, I couldn't help but join the laughter. It was really a crazy situation, my ex from my old world, the hardest skin I've come to know so far, and myself in one car. What a strange but genius mate I had, I thought.
Then, shortly before we arrived, Pat suddenly said a bit angry:
"Your former cunt is really stinky. I mean this perfume and the whole way she's dressed is just awful and a real turnoff. We're going to change this as soon as we get home. But for now, jerk off my crotch a bit so that I won't end up like a monk."
It was true. Cindy, just like her and my mother, had always been obsessed with clothing, jewelry, cosmetics, and also of course expensive perfumes. And the smell that she disseminated didn't fit at all to the hard masculine world of the brotherhood. It was making me nervous as well - also because Cindy's head once in a while fell against my right shoulder.
"Seems that she's still in love with you!" Pat exclaimed with a sarcastic grin.
"Better not," I replied and didn't know at all what else to say.
To calm down a bit, I started one SKID ROW song called YOUTH GONE WILD and both Pat and myself, while taking deep puffs, sang it out loud with great passion and a huge smile on our faces, 'cause the lyrics really expressed our raw attitudes:
Since I was born they couldn't hold me down
Another misfit kid, another burned-out town
I never played by the rules, I never really cared
My nasty reputation took me everywhere.
They call me problem' child
We spend our lives on trial
We walk an endless mile
We are the youth gone wild
We stand and we won't fall
We're one and one for all
The writing's on the wall
we're the truth unfiled!
When we were done, my mood was much better. It's just amazing what calming effect my new music and also the thought of my new profession were having on me.
Some minutes later we arrived at Pat's house. As usual he parked the car opposite the building and we got out. Then Pat walked to the passenger seat, opened the door and pulled Cindy out. When she was in an upright position I grabbed her right arm and put it around my neck, while Pat did the same on the left side. Cindy was mumbling something which I couldn't understand, but obviously - and that gave me at least some relief - she was not in pain and also did not feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, again she tried to have her head on my shoulder - a closeness which I tried to avoid. While the cargo elevator came down, Pat was looking around whether someone saw us. But as expected no one was there in this lonely area.
After the elevator had reached the top level, we crossed the whole area and lay her down on Pat's mattress. Then he cut her designer clothes and tore them from her body until she was fully naked.
"Throw this away, this smell drives me crazy. It reminds me of home and I can't stand it. And then come back and help me bring her to the bathroom."
I did as told. When we had her body finally under the shower, Pat turned on the water stream to maximum and was washing the full body including the hair. He also used normal soap and did all he could to get rid of this typical upper-class smell. When he was done, it was up to me to dry my former cunt with a towel. After that we brought her back to the mattress and finally Pat made her wear gym shorts from the center and a used white t-shirt with a red stop sign as a logo which said:
P.C. WANKERS JUST FUCK OFF!
And inside the stop sign in circle form one could read the lines:
POLITICAL CORRECTNESS IS NOT FOR ME! WITH YOUR WORDS OF SHIT I DON'T AGREE. POLITICAL CORRECTNESS, OH WHAT A LIE!
"Doesn't that look much better on her?" Pat asked with a sarcastic smile.
I couldn't hold back but had to laugh out loud. Indeed, the bitch now looked better and more truthful than ever. And somehow, for the very first time after an eternity, she also looked hot.
Then Pat disappeared again, but quickly came back with a syringe. Quickly and before I could say anything, he kneeled down, took Cindy's right arm and injected the liquid into Cindy's body.
"What are you doing?" I asked, now even more worried.
Pat grabbed me by my arm and pulled me to the kitchen area, where he told me to shut up and sit down. We started a new cigarette, which this time really calmed me down. He also turned on the apartment's sound system and started one new album that he had just produced and that was called BRAIN FUCKED - just like the group itself and the songs were mainly about traitors:
Don't want your excuses, don't want your lies
You vowed your honor and broke the ties
It was victory or death till the very end
But I guess your stupid brain didn't fuckin comprehend
You swore your loyalty, swore your pride
Then turned again to the life that you so much despise
What have you accomplished, what was there to prove?
Why the fuck did you choose to loose?
After some quiet listening to the music and another deep puff from his cigarette, Pat started again:
"You've never fucked her, right?"
I shook my head.
"But you were together with her for almost two years?"
I nodded.
"What a fucking sick relationship! But anyway ... I think now is the time for you. See it this way: you owe it to her, she deserves it, and deep inside she's always wanted it. Do you understand?" Pat asked.
I looked lost and added:
"Do you really think she will let me do it? I mean she's coming from the kind of background that you and the whole brotherhood despise so much."
Pat replied with one of his hysterical laugh attacks. Then he said:
"You must think that we're really stupid here, don't you? What I injected into the cunt is a libido enhancer combined with a paralyzing truth serum which makes one wish that the hottest dreams that normally lie deep down in your subconsciousness will come true. So, when the tranquilizer loses its effect, the young cunt will lie in front of you and will only have one wish - which is being fucked. And you're going to do it, 'cause with all the plans we have with you, we need a real man, not a mere faggot. Clear?"
I still looked intimidated and didn't know how to react.
"But I don't wanna use force or rape my ex," I said with sheer terror in my eyes.
"Airhead! That's exactly what I've been trying to tell you. Just open your fucking ears and listen! It's not a rape. The cunt will be horny as a bitch and so you won't face any resistance. And after she's awake again, she will have only the best memory. Maybe she will feel ashamed a bit. But she will blame that on herself. You can really trust me on this one, 'cause I know a lot about truth serums, sedatives, and tranquilizers. I'm a real master at that, especially when it comes to all forms of chemical substances and this mixture has always worked so far," Pat said while starting to laugh sarcastically again.
"Just go and look at her for a moment!" Pat continued.
I went back to the bedroom area and I saw my former bitch laying on her back on the mattress and already starting to moan a bit. Her upper body was moving up and down and from her relaxed face I could see that she was having the most agreeable dreams. Her mouth was half-open and her tongue was constantly tipping her upper lip. Even though she was still unconscious, her hands were touching her tits, thighs and other sensitive parts of her body - which in turn appeared to make her even hotter. Within quite regular periods she was moaning heavily.
I went back to the kitchen area, where Pat was still sitting on an old bar stool that had had its best days a long time ago.
"Amazing!" I said. "I never saw her that relaxed."
"You see - just as I told you. You really need to learn to trust me without any doubt. Clear? But since it still takes some time until this beautiful composition will take its full effect, let's have another workout session before. We really need to get your metabolism going. Here, have another shake and energy drink and then we'll start with another short, but very intense session!"
Eagerly I drank the two shakes that Pat had already prepared for me. Their taste was even more intense than the ones Seth and Phil had always prepared for me. After that Pat pushed me to the workout area.
"Let's do an intense leg session now! After all, it's our legs that we need to get going shortly. Especially what's in between there. So you better try hard now," Pat exclaimed with a very dirty grin.
Before we started, he switched on the three video screens which instantly started to play some of his own hottest productions. One song by a group called TANK which was called SHOW YOUR FUCKING STRENGTH had the strongest effect on me:
From the back streets hear the cries
Rebellion now is on the rise
No more living on your knees
Rise and we'll be breaking free
Into battle we must go
And victory it's all we know
Time to break free from all the chains
Fight so we can live again!
The workout itself, just as Pat had predicted, was hard and heavy - even a bit more compared to a normal session. We did a seemingly endless number of squats, leg presses, and leg curls and Pat was using the heaviest weights.
After these exercises Pat insisted to have another short kickboxing session and - quite untypical of him - he congratulated me on the progress that I had made and on my body condition, while we were performing heavy show fights which for a mere bystander would have appeared as the ultimate showdown. For us two mates it was, however, nothing but a friendly demonstration of male power, which suddenly ended up in a heavy laugh attack BY both of us. At the end, our bodies were sweating heavily all over and our heart rate for a short while was beyond 180. After one last coffee and another fresh cigarette, Pat suddenly looked at me and said:
"I guess now we're in the right mood and we can start with our little exercise for you, can't we?"
"But you stay with me all the time. Please!" I encountered and looked at Pat, again quite nervous.
"If you wish," Pat replied but when he saw that I was still really scared, he put his arm around my shoulder and added:
"Of course I'll help you. We're going to make a real man out of you now. Remember, your fanbase always needs to feel and see the power and aggression which needs to be part of your personality. There'll be a lot of times when you'll just need to end up with a stupid cunt in some dirty bathroom. And apart from that, believe me it'll make you feel just great. And if you perform well, also your ex-cunt will see you differently from now on. Trust me!"
Then he went on:
"The trick is actually not that difficult. You close your eyes and just imagine what really turns you on. Think about the perfect male body or even better ... think about me, Seth, or the other brothers - maybe while they're doing it with you. And then there's also something else that you should always have in mind and which every real man drives to the edge."
"And what's that?" I asked and got really curious.
Pat gave me a mysterious smile and then said:
"It's the power to reproduce. I mean that's what all the fucking is finally about. And it's the power that nature has given only to men, 'cause only men can choose where, when, and with whom they wanna reproduce. It's their exclusive choice. You understand?"
I nodded and inhaled deeply from my cigarette. My nervousness fortunately retreated gradually.
We ended our coffee in the kitchen and then got back to the bedroom area. Pat was putting on some music from PANTERA and it started with the song GOOD FRIENDS AND A BOTTLE OF PILLS:
I fucked your girlfriend last night
While she snored and drooled, I fucked her
She called me Daddy
And I called her baby when I smacked her ass
I called her sugar when I ate her alive till daylight
And I slept with her all over me
From forehead to rib cage I dripped her ass
Sometimes I thought you might be spying
Living out some brash fantasy and yeah
You loved what you got to see
But we were all knocked out you know
In some way.
I knew this song of course and Phil Anselmo, Pantera's lead singer who became one of my closest friends, would tell me later many times in which mood he had composed that song that couldn't describe better what Pat now had in mind. Cindy didn't seem to be bothered at all by the sound and continued to sleep like a baby. She must have had the most agreeable and hottest dreams one may think of, 'cause she was constantly moving her body up and down thereby touching herself all over and moaning slightly. Her eyes were half-open and she did not appear to sleep in a classical sense. I could also see that her mouth was vibrating a little.
When Pat kneeled down in front of her, he lowered the gym shorts that he made her wear earlier. When he was giving her tits and nipples a slight massage with his finger tips, I could see that my ex-cunt's lips got wet and her breath got more intense. Pat now took off his muscle shirt which was entirely wet from our sweaty workout and ordered me to do the same. Then he opened his belt and thereafter the buttons of his combat pants. He looked Cindy in the eyes and whispered:
"We're going to make you very happy now, baby! If you only could talk, you would scream out of joy the entire time."
It now seemed as if Cindy's pupils widened a bit more and she couldn't wait for the decisive moment. Naturally Pat got hard within no time. Already before that, he had ordered me next to him so that I could see every detail, and indeed I watched very carefully. Then finally, he took his stiff tool in his hand, positioned it between Cindy's legs, and entered her. There seemed to be no resistance.
"You see, it's much easier than with a man. A man is much harder to conquer. Therefore cunts are so fucking good for quick sex. And this bitch is definitely above standard. I can feel she's craving for it. But she's not a virgin anymore. Seems that she had someone else as a first timer," Pat told me while moaning heavily and bringing himself into the right mood with a dirty grin on his face.
Then Pat really focussed on his fucking, but also ordered me to open my pants. Of course I did as told. While continuing to fuck Cindy in missionary style, Pat told me to get my tool hard and fortunately helped me with that by jerking me off a bit with his left hand. Pat was a real multi-task genius when it came to the things he liked.
"I'll come soon and then we switch. And I wanna see you in hot action then. Clear!" he screamed.
"Oh bitch, you will get a load as you have never seen before. It'll be an experience that a bitch like you most likely never had before and will never have again. Call it a once in a lifetime sensation!"
Pat's fuck strokes got quite intense and my ex-cunt, even though still unconscious of course, really went along with it. She was moving her body and instinctively she was following the fuck rhythm as composed and directed by Pat. Of course it was nothing compared to when Pat fucked a man, but for someone like Cindy who didn't have a clue (yet) about the true meaning of any real hot action and the power of fucking, this for sure must have been a unique experience. From her strong breathing, even though she couldn't speak, one could feel her deep satisfaction.
Pat came like a volcano and while he did so, he screamed into Cindy's ear:
"You see, cunt. That's what you've been made for. That's the juice that must be sacred for you. Keep it and enjoy it. It's all yours now and you really needed it."
When he was done, he quickly retreated from Cindy's pussy and with his hand ordered me to take his place. I did this and fortunately, with Pat's precious handwork, had already managed before to have a full hard-on. That feeling was even increased when Pat with one hand was squeezing my balls. I began to scream out of joy.
Then I really had to concentrate and entered Cindy's cunt. Since I didn't know what to expect and because of my nervousness, I was quite surprised that it didn't feel entirely disagreeable (as I had initially expected). Sure, as Pat already said, it was nothing compared to the experience of a brother's hole, but it was also not entirely awful. It got even better when I followed Pat's advice and closed my eyes starting to think about hard and heavy male sex. This really helped enormously and so I started to fuck Cindy quite heavily. My speed intensified even more when I realized once again that the bitch must have had already sex with someone else - something which didn't make me jealous but which increased my anger even though I had long stopped really caring about her. But the fact that she was no virgin anymore and that she didn't tell me or asked in advance to have this experience with me, proved to me once again that she couldn't be trusted. Hadn't she always told me that all this was not of interest to her and that she was more focused on real friendship and her career? What bullshit this was!
I was feeling right now through my cock how hungry she still was and how much she wanted and needed a real man - just like any other cunt. Had she been awake and not burdened with all her stupid manners, beliefs, and social conventions, she would have screamed out of joy so that the entire town would have heard it. But at least she was still moaning the same way as when Pat was doing his thing with her. That proved that I knew how to take her and how to make her happy. The odor of male sweat and total masculinity was filling the room. This and the thought that meanwhile I had taken full charge over her made my tool rock hard as a stone and my desire undescribable to show her the roads once and for all.
When looking at Pat's muscled and tattooed upper body and also feeling the intense touches of his hands all over my body, I now increased my strokes to an unbelievable speed and said with an aggressive and sarcastic voice while looking into her eyes with a dirty grin:
"That's it, bitch. That's what my Cindy-Baby had been craving for all along. And that's what she's finally getting now, cunt!"
Pat must have looked quite amused and proud that his plan for me was working out. And of course he wanted to be as motivating as possible. So, quite suddenly I felt his warm breath on my ear, when I heard him saying:
"Yeah, my fucker is becoming a man now, huh? Show your bitch once and for all who's in control! And of course my little fucker is eager to reproduce. He wants to demonstrate his fertility to a hot cunt, doesn't he? Just as I did. So fill her up so that she has the precious juice of two real mates inside her. That's like the best dessert that your ex can have."
His words gave me the rest. The thought of demonstrating my real power to my false old world and showing Cindy who really had the say between us, brought me completely over the edge. Suddenly I felt my cock exploding and the thought that millions of my sperm cells would enter Cindy's body was just mind-blowing. I screamed like a wounded wild animal and I could also feel that her cunt was contracting in regular periods. So most of my juice went directly inside her.
As predicted by Pat, this experience was a real milestone in my personal development and it came exactly on time. In a certain way, it was one of the best fuck sessions I'd ever had. From that night onwards straight sex had lost all its mystery to me and I could perform it at anyplace any time. It was not difficult for me at all anymore. On the contrary, it was hot like shit. One of the standard situations was for instance that I met someone at one of my regular gigs who turned out to be an asshole and not worth being admitted to the brotherhood or who was simply not approved by Chris-Boy and Keith. In those cases there was really no better revenge than fucking the chick of such scum and getting the guy beat up by Keith first (who could bring anyone to screaming like an animal) and then make him watch the heavy session.
So, whenever from now on, someone wanted me to prove my masculinity, I could do it. Naturally it took me some time to realize what progress I had made and how grateful I had to be to Pat for his lecture that he had prepared so well. Of course, fucking with or fooling around with the brothers remained on a completely different level. And there were times when the necessity to have straight sex didn't come up for weeks or even a month. But still, being able to perform with a cunt at any point in time was a huge progress and I remained grateful to Pat who had helped me with this for the rest of my life.
After this intense experience Pat and I took an intense shower so that our totally sweaty and dusty bodies got clean again. After that, we had another wild steam room session, during which I gave him, also out of gratitude, one of my special blowjobs. After that, we were fooling around a bit on the sofa. At around 3am we felt completely exhausted. So we placed Cindy - who now appeared to sleep like a baby - on the sofa bed and covered her with an old sheet so that she wouldn't feel cold. So, we had the mattress for ourselves again, but before we fell asleep, Pat did not like its smell.
"It still smells like cunt. From now on she'll sleep on the sofa bed, that's for sure," he complained and placed on the mattress some of our used clothes to bring back our typical man scent - this irresistible mixture of sweat, piss, cigarette and classical mate odor.
"That's better," Pat said after a while, then hugged me from behind and made sure that I was next to him in spoon position. Finally I could close my eyes and fell asleep almost immediately. I really felt happy about what I had achieved already.