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Chapter 52 - Epilogue
I'm sure you wanna know now how my life went on under the wings of Pat and Seth. Whether I made it as A rockstar and whether I would be able to manage all my other obligations I had taken on from the brotherhood. Well, this part of my life became quite a different story. So, here's in short what happened afterwards:
I guess you can imagine that my daily routine would become even tougher than ever before. Everyday I had to get up very early and then go to the Martial Arts Center where I worked my ass off as a trainer, especially for those young recruits who Chris-Boy and Keith had tested and screened in advance and were then qualified as 'promising and valuable material'. Pretty much the same as when I would show up at the initiation classes back at the conversion center, it was of course also a lot of fun to work with these young guys and make them gradually doubt everything about fuckin' mainstream shit.
Normally I stayed at the center until lunch, which very often I had with Seth who asked many questions about my schedule and what was going with Pat. Needless to say, I always answered truthfully and tried to do everything right, 'cause the last thing I wanted was raising any suspicions about my loyalty. Yes, and then there were of course also those times when Seth demanded his rightful claim to try out his manliness on me. The experiences I had with him remained pretty unique and - together with what I had with Pat - couldn't have served any better to satisfy my submissive side. Fortunately, also my relations with the other brothers, especially Phil, Lars, and Tom remained strong and very intense. The lectures they were giving me would still be very helpful to get closer to my dream of absolute body perfection and ultimate body control and they also helped to improve my own teaching to my recruits. Of course I have to admit that many of those sessions, after the hard part was over, ended up in some intense fooling and fucking around.
Then there were also my two pets, Keith and Chris-Boy, both of whom, under my wings and the constant exposure to the Brotherhood's way of life, were developing better and faster than anyone would have expected. Physically and also mentally they had advanced quickly - with Chris-Boy being the mastermind who always knew how to strike in the most precise and, if necessary, the most hurtful manner, and Keith serving as his most powerful weapon, friendly to those who were to become our new followers and rough, powerful, and violent to any enemy. The principle of co-education that I had invented and applied was producing just amazing results. Within months both had developed shining personalities and each of them knew by instinct how to play out his strengths - Keith through his looks and idealism and Chris-Boy more through his smartness.
Keith had long stopped going to school at all. The trigger event was a huge fight that he got into with a bunch of classmates who had provoked him - well, it was just that they looked a little strange at him, but for a hot character like Keith that was understandably more than enough. Of course, all that didn't turn out nice for Keith's opponents - one lost some of his teeth and another had to be sent to the hospital because of some broken ribs. Before Keith was called to the principal, he, with the help of Dan, left the school and escaped to the center - however not before heavily swearing and shouting at the entire crowd that had been watching to fuck off, unless they wanted to 'enjoy' the same treatment. We all decided that Keith should better stay at the center for a while until things would calm down. The kid of course agreed, since he couldn't wait anyway to become a full part of the brotherhood and living the lifestyle 24/7 without being distracted by other senseless obligations like school. He only met his folks one more time again. Of course they were shocked, but at that time his change and new willpower had already been full and final. There was absolutely nothing that they could have done about their son's unbelievable strength (both mental and physical) and his unbreakable will.
According to my new routine, I always drove to Pat's house after lunch. Most of the time he was already waiting for me impatiently. Our mutual obsession was still ongoing and very often we started the afternoon with an intense power fuck. Alternatively, we would also go to one of Pat's favorite outdoor ranges and practice some target shooting. Quickly I had learned to accept Pat's shining personality and copy his absolute crush for weapons and poisons. His fascination had a huge effect on me and I started to develop a strong interest in these kinds of things on my own. Of course, Pat just loved watching this development, which was supported by our heavy joint training sessions later in the afternoon. We did that, either as a form of relief between our music recordings or after dinner or before our gig performances to bring ourselves into the right mood. As usual, all the training with Pat was of a special quality and demanded ultimate willingness and devotion.
My whole routine was of course also targeted on bringing my physical appearance to the absolute top. One day Seth told me that I had almost achieved his own level. Even though I knew that this was not quite true, 'cause Seth's fighting skills had always remained pretty unique among the brotherhood, this compliment - which he had made on my 18th birthday - went down like honey. As you might expect, everything ended IN a very raw kissing and fucking session. The weekend-long celebration at Stealth that the brothers had organized for my 18th birthday was a real heavy hitter. It was a full 2-day event which included a heavy gig where also my good friends from PANTERA and SKID ROW were playing as guest bands and gave a very special Happy Birthday performance of their top hits RIDE MY ROCKET, YOUTH GONE WILD, and SHUT UP BABY AND RIDE ME. As an exception, for this special event, the brothers including my band mates insisted on a raw and extreme partying event without any boundaries or limits and for that they made me drink sheer endless quantities of alcohol and smoke heavy dope. Several times I found myself ending up in heavy action with some of my favorite recruits who all belonged to my growing groupie fanbase. Little did I know that - as a kind of birthday present by the brotherhood - they had been trained by Chris-Boy and the other brothers to deliver an absolute top performance with all kinds of the favorite action I was into. Thanks to the many energy drinks and in spite of all the alcohol and heavy smoking, which at times made me throw up quite heavily, I managed to regain full control quickly and fucked all of them hard and heavy so that in the end for my young admirers there was no question left about who was in charge. The best thing, however, was that the whole event was completed by a unique power fuck session that was organized by Seth, Pat, and Phil Anselmo from PANTERA. Shortly after the party at Stealth closed, we all went to one of the boxing rings at the center where an absolute high performance started. Different from the prior sessions with my recruits, I could once again fully satisfy my submissive side, since all these power mates demanded full and absolute obedience from me.
But now back to my routine: whenever the fun part in the afternoon was done, Pat became the perfectionist that I had already described in the previous chapters. We were practicing very hard and his music lessons were absolutely top standard. It not only consisted of the best voice training, but also first rate guitar and drums lessons. Another core part was to show me how to act and provoke on stage so that the audience would go crazy and be brought into the right mood for some heavy after-partying or beat-up session with worthless scum. Within no time, my knowledge about music deepened considerably - just the same as my self-confidence on stage.
"Listen," Pat always used to say, "you got a great asset which is your looks. But that doesn't mean that only shit can come out of your mouth, understand? 'Cause if so, the brothers are going to hate you and will run away pretty quickly. What we are trying to do here is create a brand and a real hype. And for that we need talent and really hard work. It's as simple as that."
Of course I knew that Pat was absolutely right, and so my commitment and ambition to do everything right or even better than expected from me were pushed to their absolute maximum. When Nash and Santo, the drummer and the second guitarist joined, our rehearsals became even more powerful and soon the spirit of a new band that would really hit the shelves had developed among all band members - with Pat of course being the clear leader. It was amazing to see how inspiring Pat could be if he really wanted. It didn't take long and Pat found a name for the band that sounded acceptable to all of us. We decided to call ourselves BLITZKRIEG.
After a little less than two months, Pat decided that we were now ready to try out the real thing and do our first on-stage performances. Of course, even before we had continued to play at Stealth and at other known hardcore places and every time the success was incredible and I also felt that the reaction by the crowd got stronger and stronger. Almost all brothers were behaving like crazy and supported us whole-heartedly whenever we played.
But what Pat now had in mind was that we would play at some mainstream place to give my multiplier effect a huge push and do the thing which was the main reason for our formation and existence - RECRUITING. For that, the first thing he did was GIVE our band a second name- BLITZ, and he decided that we would use this name whenever our audience consisted of 'mainstream scum' (as he used to call them) from which we had to sort out the 'valuable material'.
"It's like digging into deep shit to find some diamonds," Pat explained to us with a deep grin.
For that purpose, Pat also changed my looks and made me wear long-sleeves so that only the tattoos on my hands would remain visible. He also told me that I should show my SS-tattoo on my neck not at the beginning of my performance but only very sporadically later on during the gig and all that in a way to arouse the curiosity of the crowd. Finally he instructed me to create the classical misunderstandings and use hidden symbols whenever my gut feeling would tell me that now was the right time. The ultimate goal, he said, was of course to start with the recruiting right away and trigger a strong and later irreversible thinking process. I was really working my ass off to win the valuable material of the audience so that Chris-Boy and Seth were able to build on that.
"I want them to become really intrigued and intoxicated by you right from the beginning. Then they will start asking the right questions which of course we are happy to answer for them. All that will help to broaden our base of real hardcore brothers who we can rely on 100 percent. Everything else is absolutely secondary. Don't forget that you work as our big multiplier here," Pat used to tell us.
It was of course Chris-Boy and his super brain that helped to develop the ultimate recruiting technique, which went roughly like this: first there were always these official invitations for our so-called mainstream gigs (with a lot of patriotic ballads and softer rock'n roll songs). During those gigs, Chris-Boy and his brothers made sure that the rumor was spread right away that there were even better and harder unofficial gigs, where the real action was going on and where I would tell the real truth. I guess it's no wonder that most of the younger folks, when hearing about this, came up to Chris-Boy and Keith right away and asked for access. Chris-Boy however - knowing the human psyche - always made sure that, when those kids were asking for the first time, the answer was a very rude one and either consisted of a straight 'no' or that they didn't have a clue what the hell they were talking about. On the other hand, Chris-Boy would order his mates to spread the rumor in front of those guys even more how great those private events were. His goal was of course clear: he wanted these boys to become really desperate and he was really good at it. So, only after the third or even fourth time and only if he saw a real potential in the pleading kid in front of him, Chris-Boy would say to those kids that they should show up at our Conversion Center the following day for the mandatory initiation course. I guess I told you already in my last chapter how those classes were organized and what huge effect they had on the kids.
It might sound weird, but so far there have been only very few cases where one of the kids had left prematurely and where the brotherhood decided to apply its 'traitor' treatment with its long-lasting and devastating effect on the young recruit. Chris-Boy together with Seth would always make sure that the pre-selection was so hard that a failure afterwards stayed the absolute exception. So the standard reaction of every recruit would be to fully follow our orders and demands. When in particular Keith subjected them to heavy tests of courage - be it to drink a certain liquid that they didn't have a clue about what it was or opening a door behind which an unknown surprise was waiting which required an immediate reaction - all of them tried their best to overcome any cowardness. That reaction occurred even more after they had started with Chris-Boy's specially designed hypno sessions. The pictures and sounds that Chris-Boy had prepared to be displayed on the big screen in front of the entire initiation class were so strong and powerful that it was almost impossible for them to resist. The scenes of heavy skin gangs in action, of code words, of antifa scum, and of heavy fights, all supported by a monotone, but yet very powerful voice in the background together with heavy RAC music and lyrics left ever-lasting impressions with the participants of the initiation class. All that helped to shape and deepen the moral and ideological views of our precious raw material.
Already on the very first day, Chris-Boy would normally subject the test recruit to two such sessions which lasted about two hours with a half an hour break in between. As I told you already, the results were just mind-blowing.
"Look what's happening to the kid's dick!" Chris-Boy told me once with quite some prite on his face.
And indeed, when having a closer look, I could see that during the second half of the session the kid got a growing hard-on whenever he was exposed to the heavy skin action on the screen. Chris-Boy gave me a dirty smirk and explained:
"That's the best sign you can think of. 'Cause what we wanna achieve is that the kid really seizes our way of life and that it's not only a rational thing, but also, or maybe even a bit more, an emotional and sexual thing, too. I mean, our style, our views ... everything about us needs to be engraved in his mind and must give him an instant hardon. Only then the kid is really ours - no matter what the scum is trying out."
The outcome of all this was amazing. 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 be done thereafter - like developing those guys physically and indoctrinating them with the right values including a sound ideological basis - so that they would learn by heart what to believe in. But with the help of Chris-Boy's and Pat's hypno sessions, all this became far easier. 'Cause when you started the training with those 'specially treated' recruits it felt like you no longer met any resistance that you had to break. Your only job was to push the door open. It was like a lot of the work had already been done before. The funniest thing that happened to me was that when I told one recruit - whom I was supposed to train - about the Hammerskin Codex, he seemed to already know a lot of its content even though he had never heard about it before (except of course during his hypno session). 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 and also the huge responsibility that had been assigned to him.
Needless to say, after shortly talking to Seth and the other leaders, we decided to make this technique part of our mandatory recruitment program that every new member - and also those brothers whose enthusiasm needed a refresh - had to go through and pass. At one point I even decided to try it out myself. Chris-Boy was fine with it and of course we both knew that the effect in my case would only be limited, because at that point my values and way of life were already set in stone. But still, when I woke up, I felt very much recovered and refreshed (just like having slept like a baby) and it also appeared as if I felt even stronger about my way of life including what I liked and what I really hated. More than ever before I saw the skin lifestyle as the only acceptable and true way of life and I well remember that shortly thereafter I punched a guy's face hard and heavy just because the asshole told me that I should become a little more tolerant. Even though I hadn't entirely planned it, the scum lost one front tooth. But still I think the treatment was well-deserved by his unsolicited and stupid comment.
But now back to my music career which soon exceeded by far any of our original expectations:
With the help of the brotherhood, our strategy really worked out well right from the beginning. The number of attendants - both for my official gigs and for my private hardcore events - grew steadily and I'm sure you can imagine what great atmosphere there was when those specially pre-treated test recruits were finally allowed to my hardcore gigs - which, needless to say, remained my absolute favorite. On the average and also with the help of my two pets, we had around 500 attendants for my official gigs - but sometimes also much more going up to about 1,000. For the private events - which were not advertised officially, but only through certain channels like Telegram - the number was of course a bit smaller, but still remained between 200 and 300 brothers. Both Pat and I came to believe that this was the exactly right size, 'cause these events all had to serve one superior goal - which was the recruiting purpose. And for that, the still familiar atmosphere, the constant surrounding and supervision of the recruits by their mentors, and the live experience of a complete lifestyle were just perfect for the young kids to give up all their stupid restrictions and fully surrender to their final conversion. The more we could take care of them personally the more open-minded they would become and the faster the only thing they wanted was to become one of us.
I'm sure it also helped that I had copied quite a bit from the performance style of Phil Anselmo, PANTERA's lead singer. I think I wrote about him and his insatiable hunger for sex on stage and thereafter already before. I got introduced to him through Pat and Dan and through this introduction we became friends right away, 'cause we shared the same views in pretty much everything. Phil A. was a real hardcore brother with the most radical views, but also was a master of disguise, in particular during his mainstream gigs. He just knew that it was important to avoid under any circumstances scaring off your fan base right away. Rather, it was about triggering a self-realization process and making them think about the world.
"Once this stage is achieved and the mate in front of you is still young and accepts you as an authority, it's no problem at all to turn him completely and within no time just by way of our songs and music," Phil A. told me and he was absolutely right about that.
Even though most of his songs were only expressing hate and aggression and - different from my music - didn't have a political content, he just knew how to best place hidden statements and symbols during his performances. His fanbase understood right away and loved to show off their beliefs with classical right wing symbols. Phil in turn, when he saw this, incited and provoked his followers even more so that in the end the whole audience understood and appreciated what the gig was really about. Almost every time when the show was over, Phil A., whose fans consisted mostly of disappointed and aggressive jocks who were ready to go to any extremes for their idol, had to explain himself to the press and did so with delight and with a lot of good tactics. He would start by complaining heavily about prejudices against him and his fans and that he was misunderstood on purpose. Phil A., an extremely intelligent and sensitive guy who had a lot of instinct for the right moment, understood perfectly how to play the game and make a defendant out of the accuser. Of course his strong and loud fanbase helped him a lot with that and when the next gig came, Phil, with great delight, would start the 'vicious circle' again and make clear right away to his audience on whose side he stood and what his true personality was. Phil could play the cat and mice game like no one else.
Needless to say, Phil, being a true brother, tried to help me wherever and whenever he could. Our joint fliers were distributed during his gigs and he also published under his label one of our early records that had the title AWAKENING. This was the only 'foreign' publication that Pat had allowed, 'cause he knew that Phil A. was absolutely trustworthy and he wanted to pay him some salute. He had made quite a lot of money by his music and, without ever being asked, was investing huge sums into the movement. Because of all his efforts he was one of the very very few who - even though he formally didn't belong to the brotherhood - was very well-regarded by us and also a special friend of Seth - quite similar to what the brotherhood had with Mr. McKeese. Looking at myself, not only did I have a lot of fun whenever something was going on with Phil A., but I also learned incredibly much from him. Next to Pat, he helped me a great deal to develop my own music style and also showed me how to handle my growing fanbase (including how to get the maximum joy out of a groupie). It was one of the most beautiful friendships that I ever had outside the brotherhood.
During our joint performances, Pat and Phil A. insisted that I needed to wear extra tight skin gear so that people would get a guess of my developed body right from the beginning.
"I want the cunts to become wet between their legs the very first second when they get to see you. It must be so intense that their jock boys must have a really hard time to keep them from running straight to your cock. Thereafter you can then choose between the real jocks," Pat was joking, but I also knew that he had a clear strategy in his mind.
Pat's strategy worked out damn well. He put some of our joint songs upfront on social media and also created a new youtube channel. For that he didn't reveal our real identities and also used our nicknames (of course our inner circle knew immediately when listening to our voices), this of course added to the hype that he was causing in advance. Then Pat would usually arrange our live performance at a relatively renowned bar called MUSIC EDGE which was mostly attended by young people, in particular teenagers. These kinds of gigs were always a real success, 'cause a lot of visitors had listened to some of our songs already on the internet. So it was a crowd of between 200 and 300 people listening to us and screaming loud for more when we were done.
"That's exactly the right number to get our message through," Pat whispered into my ears during our first gig and he was absolutely right. The crowd really went along with the music and there were songs that most of the people had already heard before and so they were singing them with me. In our mainstream concerts we always chose our songs very carefully and we made sure that the lyrics only indicated our beliefs. For example there was a song called NO MORE FUCKIN' EXCUSES, which right from the beginning of our touring became one of our greatest successes and of which of course a hard- and a softcore version existed. At one point, everyone in the scene knew that it was us, whenever we sang the following lines:
At this point of my existence I've seen quite some scum come and go
Some for whom I'd give my life but whom I'd rather not know
But despite the fakes and lame I'll carry on without a doubt
Nothing can stop my aim for I will never re-route
Many have lost faith and sold out to greed
Only the strong will remain and fight for their creed
No without further explanation and without any shame
Fuck you all, I'm still here and I'll always remain the same.
Don't want your excuses, don't want your lies
You vowed your honor and broke the ties
It was victory or death, brothers till the end
But your fuckin' brain just didn't comprehend
You swore your loyalty, swore your pride
Then turned to the life that you like shit despised
What have you accomplished, what did you prove?
Why the fuck did you choose to entirely lose?
At this point of my existence my tolerance runs dry
There's only one way for you which is to fuckin' cry.
After our first gig, at least 10 or 15 young guys showed up to congratulate us heavily. After our second gig, the number of our followers - you may also call them groupies - had already doubled and so it continued to grow step by step. Of course Seth, Pat, and Chris-Boy were immediately checking on them whether they were of the right recruit material. If not we treated them rather coldly, if the answer however was yes, then we let those guys enter our real world - of course only step by step.
You will certainly ask why the event organizers never found out about our real background. Well, the answer is quite simple: Pat was much too smart for this. Our records were only published either by Pat himself or (very few times) by really trusted record companies, like the one of Phil Anselmo whom I have talked about already. Beyond that, Pat and Seth always made sure that our hardcore publications remained anonymous and, as he had also agreed with Seth before, our whole appearance during our mainstream gigs was really different. Again, our ascetic lifestyle and the fact that money or other materialistic advantages didn't mean a thing to the brotherhood - we would rather start a heavy beat-up whenever some mainstream scum was offering money to us - made us completely immune against any form of corruption. It was really funny to see how helpless the mainstream suckers were and how incapable they were to handle our followers' new attitude and to cope with the situation. They just didn't have a clue what to do against our steadily growing influence, 'cause they couldn't figure out where it came from. It was a little bit like a checkmate and gave me an enormous kick and by the way also a huge hard-on.
The gigs with the greatest success were the ones where several bands were playing - of course only if the mixture was just right. That of course meant that there had to be a good chemistry between the different groups. Mostly, the most provocative compositions turned out to be the best and most effective ones. Needless to say, my absolute top choice was our group BLITZKRIEG together with Phil Anselmo, Baz Bach, and Rachel Bolan who at one point decided to play together and were forming a new band called STEALTH BOMBER that exclusively played NS Black Metal. Normally it took us less than half an hour to put the entire crowd over the edge and bring out the absolute rage in everyone during our hardcore events. It was just an amazing atmosphere, where virtually everyone could feel the vibes. Each of us was screaming, some brothers were performing show fights, some others were just singing with the bands, while others were giving in to their rawest urges and performing the wildest action - whether with their cunts or - which of course was even hotter - with each other.
You may also imagine how stressful my new life had become for me. All this meant a constant lack of sleep and hadn't my body and my mental health been in such great condition and hadn't I had the brotherhood as my constant base for support, for sure I wouldn't have made it. 'Cause after our brand was established - and that was achieved in not even two months after our first gig at MUSIC EDGE - we had to play almost every second or third Saturday and sometimes also additionally during the week. At times this could feel like real hell, but I wouldn't be honest if I didn't say that the greatest part was pure fun. And of course, one of Pat's favorite sports- which he called 'homewrecking'- added a lot to this joy. Within no time I also became a huge fan of it and actively practiced it myself whenever possible. I told you already that Pat was quite emotionless and very often didn't have any limits towards those people he didn't like - and believe me there were a huge bunch of them. In such cases, Pat just didn't care at all. So whenever he was confronted with mainstream scum which we all believed was not good enough for recruiting purposes, one of his favorite games was either beating up such A guy when he was sure that we weren't caught, or fucking his cunt. The latter thing he did with great delight and of course he was always using my looks and the band's myth to get a little privacy with those chicks. As with Cindy, it didn't turn out difficult at all to start an intense session with those cunts, 'cause they were showing their willingness right away and were already wet for me and Pat, before we even started. What Pat of course enjoyed the most was switching completely into degradation modus and to see the stupid faces of their so-called boyfriends when we were having our session with their cunts. Very often Pat would arrange a situation where we would be caught in the middle of an act and force the guy to watch when the two of us went to the heaviest action.
Whenever Pat started to like a guy and see in him a potential future brother, his and our reaction would be completely different. We were very charming to the guy and tried to make him realize that - just like it was with me - he needed to change quite a few things in his life and that of course we would help him with that. In those cases our clear goal was to separate the crystal from the dust and scare the cunt away so that the recruit could develop his strengths freely and without any limitations from his past life. These methods and tricks worked unbelievably well.
As you can imagine now, our gigs and performances turned out to be a big plus for the brotherhood and Seth became even prouder of me. Within a period of only four months the number of recruits nearly doubled and the brotherhood was growing continuously without anyone noticing at first.
"We're going to be so strong that absolutely no one will dare do anything that we don't approve of. If it goes on like that, a new bright future is coming soon and all this is mostly because of you," Seth told me several times and both him and Pat were praising me in a way that I could really feel the importance of what I was doing. That itself was motivation in its purest form. As I had wished in my dreams, my place in the brotherhood had finally become a very prominent one and was cut in stone. And this in turn made me incredibly proud and grateful.
Finally, I'm sure you also wanna know what happened to my ex-cunt Cindy. Well, after the unique experience she had with Pat and me, it took not even three weeks and she again stood in front of our door. I made myself once more clear that - because of what the two of us had in my previous life - I didn't like the idea to have something ongoing with her. Besides, I told her that I now had to focus on my music career and so I didn't have time for a cunt. But, as a form of compromise, I connected her with Phil, my brother and fellow bartender from Stealth and a real power jock. She fell for him from the very first second she saw him and Phil fortunately also thought that she was pretty hot. So he was willing to give it to her, but also made clear that she didn't have any exclusivity right and had to accept his absolute supremacy (to which she all agreed, 'cause she was so damn hot for him). Between the two, a really rough relationship developed and Phil - even more than with his other cunts - took a special joy to educate her and convert her into a totally obedient skin bitch. It was like Phil always wanted to prove to me what power he had over my former cunt. Quite often I would hear heavy sounds coming out of Phil's room or from the back room at Stealth - when Phil decided that he needed instant relief while he had to bartend. It also happened that during my famous 18th birthday celebration (I talked about this mega event already) my band mates Phil Anselmo, Baz and Rachel took a special interest in Cindy - I guess this was half out of curiosity, 'cause they knew that she was my ex-cunt, and half, 'cause they really thought that she was hot. For Pat it was a question of honor that every brother should have only the best memories of this very special party and so he told Cindy that he expected her to go to her limits and give to the brothers what they really needed. Again, Phil turned out to be the best brother one could think of. Form months all three band mates would tell me over and over again what unique fuck session they had. Pat later told me that it was particularly amazing to see the hot interaction between Baz and Rachel, 'cause at times they seemed to compete against each other about who would deliver the better performance to the cunt. As always there was no clear winner, since Baz maybe was a little more creative, while Rachel by far had the better perseverance. Thanks to both Phils, the mutual ambition didn't get out of control and everyone remained friendly so that the joint relief experience must have been awesome.
By the way, two further months passed and then it became clear that Cindy was pregnant. Since either Pat, Phil, or myself could have been the father, we decided to take this as a joint responsibility and forbade Cindy to make any further inquiries about the fatherhood. As promised before, Pat made his 'producer' pay the necessary alimonies and took an extra great joy out of this. Some months later Cindy became the mother of a proud boy who the three of us decided to name Wotan; his nickname became Wote. We clearly expected my former cunt to commit herself fully to her mother role during the first years - and the bitch also did, be it out of a true obligation she felt, or out of respect or fear of the brotherhood; so the kid had quite happy early years in the right environment. For Pat, Phil, and myself, it was clear that the more the boy would grow up, the stronger our male influence had to become - in particular starting from his teen years onwards. The three of us took an oath that we would later take a very active role in the kid's education and that we would keep this promise no matter what would happen.
Naturally, what I just described, is only part of a much much larger story full of new events and challenges. This story is not yet written and still in the making. So far, only the title is clear: BOOTS AND BRACES - OUT ON THE MUSIC FRONTLINE. But once this story is ready, I promise it will be released here and I'll share it with you - no doubt about that. So watch out on Nifty! And thanks for following me on this story over all the various chapters. Have fun when you read over it again. It's really been a long time and you've been very patient with me.
Anyway, a big hail and all the best!
Your SkinPowerFighter