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 39 is finally out.
Chokee's attention is again turning to his pets. His method of co-education has brought already some considerable progress and both of them are on a good way to become valuable brothers. But Chokee decides to take everything one step further. When the chance arises, he is ready to test Keith's ultimate loyalty and teach him an ever-lasting lesson. Apart from this, the relationship between Chokee and his skin brother Phil is growing stronger and Phil shows one of his yet undiscovered sides, because he seems to be much more than just Mr. Nice Guy.
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And now please enjoy Ch. XXXIX.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 39: The Advantages of Co-Education (Part 3)
The first thing I saw when we got back to the kitchen was the dirty smirk of Seth and also the others.
"Just insatiable! That's what you are!" Seth whispered into my ear after I had sat down next to him. But this was more an ironic comment, `cause when I looked at him there was much more pride and acknowledgement in his face seeing the 'monster' that he had created. So I used quite an obscene body language to demonstrate what just had happened, which made everyone in the room and in particular Seth burst out laughing. Then Dan and I had dinner and it was again a very good and relaxed atmosphere with a lot of talking and everyone looking forward to a little fun tonight at Stealth.
"By the way, I think you have to look after your two pets and settle a little dispute. Keith obviously doesn't like to be second and is not happy that Chris-Boy always seems to enjoy a privileged treatment," Seth said with a deep grin and inhaling deeply from his cigarette.
I also laughed even though I hated the fact that Keith hadn't talked to me first. So in this second I decided to teach him a lesson that he would never ever forget. On the surface however I remained cool.
"Thanks for letting me know, brother. But Keith needs to learn that the world is not turning only around him. That's also the very essence of co-education. And maybe he needs to learn this the hard way. In any case, I will have a word with him after dinner. But don't expect him at Stealth tonight," I said and also sounded a little annoyed. But all that didn't show the real anger that was growing inside me.
"Look at him! He's going to be much stricter with his pets than Seth ever was with Chokee. I guess a new tyrant has been born here," Phil commented with quite an ironic voice but showing his typical killer smile.
"Anyway, it's already 8 o'clock now. Your shift at Stealth, Chokee, starts at 11. I need to see you at the latest one hour before in our room, 'cause there are things to discuss. In the meantime you can do what you want. But as usual, if I call you, you'll answer right away and move your ass, if I say so. Clear?" Seth told me with his typical commanding voice.
I nodded and confirmed immediately. Thereafter he got up and left. Of course I still accepted Seth as my ultimate authority, but simultaneously my desire to take all this back on Keith had grown enormously during all that talking.
A few minutes later I waved my hand and made a sign to Keith that he should follow me. I guess he could see from my face that I was not in a happy mood. I ordered Chris-Boy who had silently taken a seat on the floor and was leaning against the wall to stay in the kitchen and not follow me. I guess he must have been quite happy that my anger this time didn't hit him. As a kind of reward I gave him the rest of my cigarette which he thankfully accepted.
As soon as we got into one of the empty guest rooms, I used the coldest expression in my face I could think of and looked straight into Keiths eyes. It must have been really intimidating for the kid who was still so young, cause I could immediately feel the fear that captured his body.
"Did I do something wrong?" he wanted to ask, but he could not finish the sentence, `cause I slapped him heavily in his face so that he fell down. He was so shocked that it took him some moments to realize what had happened, but then he wanted to get up again and most likely hoped to escape from the room. But before he could get up, I kicked him with one of my boots into his stomach so that he fell down again and started screaming out of pain and panic. Because everything had come so unexpected to him, Keith's brain was now completely out of function and the only thing that was left was the feeling of total fear. From his eyes I could sense that he was afraid to die and of course for quite some time I left him in his belief, 'cause that helped to demonstrate my absolute superiority.
"How dare you, you unthankful piece of shit!" I started to shout now while continuing to slap his face. "Telling lies about me and not following the chain of command is one of the most serious violations of the brotherhood codex. It's the greatest sin on this fucking earth. Either you're fucking stupid or you're just worthless scum."
I stopped the hitting for a moment, grabbed Keith on his t-shirt and forced him to stand up again. Then I looked at him with the most hostile expression that I had and went on:
"Im telling you something now: I dont wanna see you anymore, you fucking liberal scum! You pack your stuff and leave right now. You're definitely not of the material that we need here. You hear me: I don`t wanna be with scum like you. I hate you!"
I was screaming out all these phrases and paid attention that each word came out as nail targeted against the young boy. I knew it was cruel but it was the only way to test his loyalty and to teach him a lesson that he would never forget again. The boy had to absorb and once and for all accept the strict hierarchy in the brotherhood which for him meant that I was his only and absolute authority and that he was not supposed to question or even talk about what was going on between us, unless he was specifically asked by my superior.
Keith, still taken totally by surprise, didn't know how to react to this sudden attack. There was blood on his face and because of my boot it was for a moment difficult for him to breathe.
"I don`t understand. What did I do?" He pleaded, already close to crying.
Immediately I started screaming again and slapped him once again heavily without interruption. This time I made sure however that my hits weren't too strong any more, 'cause - as I had learned from Seth and the other brothers - I wanted to stay in my teaching modus and had no intention whatsoever to switch into full destruction. So - even though I appeared outraged and out of control on the surface - I always made sure to observe this thin line.
"You dare ask me that. You complain in front of comrade Seth and all other brothers that I was treating Chris better than you, only because he got his haircut quicker. What spoiled scum you are! And by doing this, you not only made me look stupid and rediculous in front of Seth and the brotherhood. But you did worse: you've questioned my authority over you in front of the others. That's a deadly sin and has made you my enemy forever."
The last sentence I said with a very cold voice and so there was complete silence after this. Keith didn't dare say one word and I could see the complete shock in his face - which showed me however that my teaching style was working.
"Listen, you stupid shit head! Chris had a much harder life than your brain is able to capture. Do you understand? You come from a rotten privileged background and have no idea what hardship life can bring. And then you have the audacity to show up here earlier than agreed, get on my nerves and do bad-mouthing in front of my brothers. You dont have a clue what all this here is about. You dont know a thing about values, brotherhood, comradeship, and trusting each other until death. You dont fit in here. Go back where you came from. Ill take you back to Dan personally and he'll bring you back to your folks and old life!"
While saying all this, I had put both of my hands around his neck and my firm grip made it impossible for him to move his head even a bit. In addition, I squeezed his neck just a little so that the boy felt a slight strangling effect and started choking. I did all this with quite some violence and simultaneously pushed the kid back against the wall. Still, Keith had nothing to offer to resist against my outbreak that he hadn't expected at all. The kid was helplessly exposed to the storm that he himself had created and so all his normal defense mechanisms were shut off - even though under normal circumstances the kid had meanwhile learned quite a lot about fighting techniques. Deep inside, I enjoyed this enormously and, as it had become typical of me in almost all confrontational situations, I got hard. I felt my tool growing within no time and since our bodies were very close to each other during the entire fight that we had, I guess also Keith noticed quickly. What made the situation even hotter for me was that I also felt a reminder of my own training that I had received from Seth after he let me join the brotherhood. It had been a really tough time and I was exposed to a lot of outbreaks by Seth before he could be sure that I had absorbed the skinhead way of life, its codex and its values more than 100 percent. And even today I'm sometimes still getting taught a lesson by him.
The effect of these teaching methods by the way can be overwhelming. You just have to watch out that you don't go beyond a certain limit. But if you do this, the fear that such an outbreak will never happen again will make your recruit act very cautious thereafter. Keith never ever showed any disrespect towards me again and from that time was eager to eliminate any doubt about his loyalty right from the beginning. Whenever I was attacked, the kid was the first one to defend me fearlessly and hit my opponent so hard that the other brothers often had to intervene so that there wouldn't be any serious damage. Just like Seth and the other brothers kept saying: sheer terror can produce an amazing outcome.
As I had expected, Keith now experienced a total breakdown. He started to cry bitterly and was unable to stand on his own feet so I let him sink on his knees - a body position that was more appropriate under these circumstances, I thought.
"Please, Choke, I know now I made a mistake and I really feel sorry for this. Please believe me!" The kid pleaded and was almost inaudible. He held his hands in front of his face, 'cause he obviously expected further beatings.
"I dont give a rats ass about this. You made me look impossible in front of my brothers and that is what counts. You fucked up everything, shithead! It`s all your fault. I don't trust you at all anymore. You're scum, nothing but worthless liberal ungrateful traitor scum!"
Keith was now at the end. He was shaking and couldn`t speak in full sentences anymore.
"Please, brother, dont leave! Im really sorry, really ... Tell me, what I shall do. I will improve ... I promise I will improve ..., I swear!" Keith whispered almost silently and was now kneeling on the floor.
I was very pleased to see his reaction, `cause it proved to me that the kid was really serious about his commitment, that he didn't have any second thoughts, and that he had no greater wish than belonging to us. It was good to see that it was much more than just a childish fantasy. But still, on the surface I needed to uphold the pressure so that the learning effect would be as great and everlasting as possible. So I replied still rather cold-hearted:
"Too late, shithead. You fucked it all up! There is no room for a traitor! Its as simple as that! But wait here for a second until I come back. You dont fucking move! Understand?"
I left, quickly went to Seth`s room, got one of the books there and asked Seth who was lying on our mattress reading whether I could borrow it for Keith for a while. Seth looked at me quite amused and of course agreed, but also made clear by his look that he expected an answer thereafter. The book was called "The Codex of the Hammer Skins;" it was of course written by a skin brother and described in detail the values and social structure of this elite brotherhood that existed worldwide but still had its strongest roots in America and the UK. The book really gave a good insight into the skin way of life, its patriotic values, and the principle of absolute hierarchy. In particular, it also described the strict codex that applied to the selection and initiation of new recruits, which was all designed to create absolute loyalty and pride of belonging to an elite. The philosophy and underlying values are so much different from the shitty ordinary lifestyle outside that it takes some time until a newcomer has truly absorbed it. That applied both to Keith and myself and so, especially at the beginning of one's conversion, it was crucial for the brother in charge that the change - or you may also call it brain-washing - was going in the right direction. The Hammer Skins actually functioned very similar to our own brotherhood, with the sole difference I'd say that life with Seth and the other brothers was still a little bit stricter and more challenging. Maybe you could have described our lifestyle best as an elite troop of the Hammer Skin division. Seth in any case would have been proud of such a classification.
When I came back to the room again, Keith was still on his knees. He obviously hadn`t moved as I had ordered him to do. I was pleased to see this and so my rage against Keith got a little less. I held the book under his nose and said:
"Here. Read this! Maybe then you begin to understand what this here is all about," I said to him.
He took the book and I could see his immediate interest. Of course he was first of all looking at the rather explicit pictures that showed some of the hammerskins in action.
"Wow. They look amazing. I promise, I'm going to read every word and I'll learn it by heart as if I was in school," Keith said quietly.
"You better do so! And you start with the chapters on values and how young recruits are supposed to behave. You'll read every fucking word, 'cause when I'll come, I will ask you every fucking detail and if you don't remember, I'll beat you up so heavy that you won't survive it. And you will stay in this fucking room and not move before I come back tomorrow. Is that fucking clear?" I asked sharply.
Keith nodded; of course I knew that after what just had happened he would have agreed to anything if that had only meant the slightest chance for him to get another chance.
"Only Chris will come here later and you will treat him with courtesy and full respect, you got me? If I only sense the slightest tension, I'll make you responsible for this and will make your life sheer horror before it'll end anyways. Got it?"
Again Keith nodded and then whispered:
"But please tell me that it's not over yet. I'll try hard, I promise."
The kid looked at me with pleading eyes and then suddenly raised his hand and laid it on my crotch. I guess I said already earlier that my tool had become hard at the beginning of my dispute with Keith and that hadn't changed when he started with his treatment. He raised his head and from his kneeling position was looking up to me, his eyes, still with tears, showing both lust and a lot of insecurity.
"Why do you think that what you're doing would change a thing? Believe me I have full control over my body and even if I'm hard, this doesn't mean that you have a say in anything. Do you get this?" I said, still with a lot of anger in my voice.
The good news for Keith however was that I hadn't pushed his hand away so that it still remained on my crotch.
"Please, brother! I'll do anything. I need you and I wanna make up for my mistakes and stupidity. Please don't push me away!" The kid whispered.
That changed the look of my eyes a bit so that Keith could see that I had calmed down a little and was now in my thinking modus.
"Honestly, I don't know whether we are still brothers ...."
I was looking deeply into his shocked eyes when saying that. Then, after a longer pause, I continued a little softer:
"But maybe you should get a chance to prove that there is at least some loyalty remaining with you. But first go to the sink and clean yourself, 'cause it's disgusting how you look!"
Keith, who was now more eager than ever to follow my orders promptly, tried to get up from his knees, but still was a bit weak and tumbled. When I saw that, I gave him a hand and when we were in front of the sink, I took a towel, made it wet with warm water, and started to clean his face. There was quite some blood and when treating his wounds I could see that he had received a number of bruises that would turn black or yellow later on. But of course they were all harmless, 'cause I had made sure that all of my strikes and punches stayed within category 1 or at maximum lower 2.
"Does it hurt?" I asked while still cleaning him.
"No, it's nothing. Really. It'll go away quickly and I needed to learn my lesson," the kid said, wanting to sound really credible.
I liked his reply and gave him a friendly slap on his shoulder:
"That's what I like to hear from a good recruit who's fully committed. We don't need wimps here, you understand? Maybe there's still some hope at least."
Keith didn't reply, but looking at his face I could see how grateful he was when he heard the last sentence, 'cause it gave him hope that it wasn't totally over yet. When we were done with the cleaning, Keith - without me saying a word - immediately went back on his knees and wanted to continue his treatment of my tool.
"You're an insatiable whore and normally you wouldn't deserve a thing. I really don't know why I'm doing this, but ok ... go on!" I barked and opened my pants. Wearing once again no underwear, my tool sprang out immediately and Keith didn't wait but took it directly into his mouth. Back at that time he had learned already quite a bit and his blowjob skills were really good. So I used this session, more than ever, to demonstrate that I was the absolute top dog in this room and he was only supposed to fulfill all my needs. I didn't let him move freely but guided him strictly to all the places where I wanted to feel his tongue. Keith sensed that this session was critical for his survival in the brotherhood and so he didn't object at all but did everything to please me. He tried to follow only the slightest hint my hands would give him. When I turned around and made clear that I wanted him to eat my ass, he didn't object the least. Instead he tried to reach the deepest and most sensitive parts of my anus. And of course it was also clear that during all this time he was not supposed to jerk off or touch himself.
"That's how it should be, kiddo! Make UP for all the bad things you did. Show me that I can trust you again and give me the relief I'm entitled to!" I moaned, enjoying the kid's half-professional sucking skills.
While I was enjoying myself with the kid, I thought of the song SKINHEAD RULES that had some lines that Keith needed to learn and accept once and for all:
Skinhead rules are iron
Skinhead rules are raw
It's not like fucking fashion
'cause we're the new law.
Either you accept this
And march with us this path
Or you become an enemy
And your reward is death!
After this short moment of day-dreaming and just enjoying myself, I suddenly realized that I was short of time since Seth expected me in less than 15 minutes and I also had to prepare myself for my night shift at Stealth. So on purpose I speeded up the process, made Keith open his mouth and only with a few jerk-off strokes I was ready to shoot a heavy load into his mouth. I moaned quite heavily and Keith of course tried hard to swallow everything, 'cause he knew that as someone being trained by Seth I just hated to spoil my precious load, which I considered nothing less but unique and valuable protein. Keith understood and, absorbing already his lesson from my prior outbreak, he managed to swallow everything without choking only for a single time.
Quickly after I was done, I closed my pants again, while Keith was still kneeling down in front of me, and made clear to the kid that I was in a hurry. Before I left the room, I turned around one last time, looked at him sharply and barked:
"It all depends on you now! Just do your reading as I told you. And then there's something else."
I grabbed Keith's shoulders once again and then got so close to him that both of our noses almost touched and that the kid could feel my body heat.
"All that went on here will stay in this fucking room. If you dare talk to others or complain, you're dead. I'll choke you to death with my tool, then dig a hole and throw each of your bones in there. Got me?"
I guess the kid understood this warning, since Keith was looking at me in sheer terror for a moment, but then nodded. The good thing was that Keith could no longer have any doubts about my mental power and the willingness to do what I said. I left the room, got to the kitchen, called Chris-Boy and explained the situation to him briefly. With him I could have a much more grown-up talk than with Keith. Chris-Boy obviously was quite happy that this time it had not been him who caused my fury.
"You'll join him later in his room. Teach him and make sure that he's growing up quickly. Go through the book together with him, 'cause also you need to understand our values, since so far you didn't have any. If I don't see any progress by tomorrow, it's obviously both of you who failed. And I'm sure both of you wouldn't like seeing my reaction then, right?" I told Chris-Boy with a threatening tone.
The kid immediately understood and firmly shook his head. One could again see the fear in his face that he again would become the focus of my special attention. Then I sent him to the room, barked at both recruits that I wanted to see immediate results by tomorrow, that I would test them early next morning on the book and that I expected a 0% failure rate. When I could watch the two starting right away with their studies, I had to smile at myself, 'cause once again this proved how fucking efficient Seth's copied training sytle was. Needless to say, when I tested them on the book the next day, they could answer all of the questions by heart and it showed that indeed both of my pets had worked hard so that they would know any answers by heart and were delivering the expected results.
Thereafter I slammed the door to close and then went back to Seth's room where, quite relaxed, he was laying on the bed and as usual was reading something. He made clear that he wanted my ass next to him. I immediately followed and he grabbed me so that our bodies were as close to each other as possible. I reported to him accurately the situation of the two recruits and it didn't surprise me at all that Seth liked my training and educational methods.
"You're right. They need to learn quickly and sometimes also the hard way if they wanna make it here. Just like you did. And they should never be too sure in their initial phase. I'm really proud of you, Chokee! But be sure that you also need to stay humble. Just get your ass and brain ready for what's going on tonight after Stealth. It's going to be a session that you haven't seen so far. Be prepared for the worst!," Seth told me with a dirty smirk and then grabbed my head and moved it to his crotch.
The whole atmosphere and the smell of his tool - even though it was still covered with his sweatpants - was again mind-blowing. So I got my nose deeply into his crotch and started to inhale his man scent like an addict. Seth of course enjoyed playing this game. But before I could undo his pants and start with my real treatment, he grabbed me again, pulled my body up so that my face was directly above his and then he gave me a very aggressive and long-lasting kiss.
When I told Seth about my hardon problems whenever a fight or other confrontation was coming up, he smiled with pride in his eyes and said:
"Chokee, you're developing just fine, 'cause for the first time you live according to values and you like going after scum. There's nothing bad about it. And with your pets: teaching them a lesson is obviously part of their education, destroying them is not. But I think meanwhile you know the difference. Understand?"
"Completely! You can rely on me 100 percent. You know, meanwhile it has become nothing but real fun for me to fight scum and help the brotherhood to grow. It`s really different now; I just love bringing justice to people and it helps to get rid of all my aggressions."
"Seems that by now you've become a really wild animal. All your former shitty limitations and inner restrictions have gone and whats left is just beautiful manpower with a clear set of values. You seem to know by now whos your friend and who`s your enemy. Right?" Seth commented with an acknowledging smile. I just nodded and was extremely proud of my new personality.
After that talk we relaxed a little and we remained on Seth`s mattress for another hour or so. Then I was ready for my shift at Stealth. We went to the shower, where Seth also gave me another shave of my head and then we got dressed. I went for a complete military style look consisting of combat pants with my red boots. Apart from that I went topless, 'cause I really wanted to put all my new ink on display.
Seth shortly looked at me and said:
"You really look awesome, bro! No mainstream asshole would dare attack you and no one would call you a fag. You just look perfect."
When I finally came downstairs, I chatted shortly with Pit and Max, the two skin brothers with whom I had so much fun in the bathroom during my first weekend with the brothers. The two told me so proudly about their successful mission at the Anarcho Bar after the event at Stealth. Then I got to the bar, where Phil was already waiting and I could see from a distance already that he was not happy at all.
"You know what: you`ve become a fucking, cock-driven egoist ... nothing more," Phil bitched at me half-joking but also half-serious. This time there was absolutely no killer smile on his face. Then he went on:
"Who do you think you are? First youre bad-mouthing against my cunt so that she no longer is available for me. And then you lock our friend Keith in a separate room and forbid him to come out until tomorrow. How do you think I shall get my mojo going, if you always keep me from having fun? Im working my ass off here ... also for you by the way. So I`m entitled to some relaxation and relief ... just the same as you are. But Mr. Nice Guy has his special relationship with Seth and so is not available during bedtime, is he? Fuck, as an exception you should at least sometimes also think about the needs of your fellow brothers."
Of course both of us burst out laughing after Phil had said that. But that was only the surface. Deep inside Phil was also expressing his true feelings. And since my relationship to all of my fellow brothers had become of top importance to me, I knew that I had to change this feeling immediately.
"Easy, brother, easy! Trust me, I'll find a good solution," I said with a mysterious smile. Then I gave the other brothers who were bartending this evening a sign and indicated that they should give us a minute. Pit and Max fortunately were standing already next to me and so the four of us could disappear quickly to the small back room which had served me already a few times for some really hot action.
As soon as the door was closed, I turned to the three comrades. I hugged Phil and said with a smile:
"This brother is really one of my closest friends and by the way also the world's greatest cook and DJ. He helped me enormously during my initiation time here and I truly have to admit that I wouldn't have made it without him. Absolutely no chance! But he's a bit mad at me, 'cause I spoiled his plans for tonight. His favorite boy, unfortunately on my initiative, had to be sent to a kind of boot camp to be educated properly."
Then I turned to Max and Pit and went on:
"So it's up to me to fill the gap and for that I ask for your help, comrades."
Before I ended the sentence, I had touched Phil's crotch already and was jerking his dick a little.
"Asshole! You wanna tell everyone my whole fuck history or what ...?" Phil bitched and took a deep puff from his cigarette.
But when I saw that fortunately his irresistible killer smile was returning again, it showed me that deep inside, of course he enjoyed what I was doing. He also didn't do anything to prevent me from continuing. Pit and Max smiled at each other, then kneeled down and opened Phil's pants. Again Phil didn't object the least. While my two friends both started to suck Phil off, I gave him a very intense kiss and simultaneously was touching all of his beautiful upper body. Within no time, Phil was fully hard. He then got out of his muscle shirt and, even though it was a bit dark, I could admire his beautiful lean and muscular body. It was pure muscle, there was no single gram of fat on it.
Phil was really an amazing guy, I thought. His body was a killer machine - even a bit more than compared to some other brothers. Whenever he used only a bit of his true strength, 99 percent of his opponents wouldn't have any chance. But still, pretty much different from Lars, Tom, and the others, he appeared much more charming and less dangerous. His character was much calmer and he didn't freak out so easily. Meanwhile he had also become pretty much different from my own personality. But that was exactly the reason why I liked Phil so much; being with him always meant fun and helped me just to relax and have a good time. And naturally also all other recruits felt extremely comfortable with him.
Meanwhile I had also kneeled down and all three of us tried very hard to give Phil the blowjob of his lifetime; it turned out to be a real joint project. And fortunately all this showed its effect. Phil started moaning heavily when receiving these highly professional services.
"Oh, brothers, that's awesome. Take my best piece in your mouth. You just know to make a true skin brother happy. Fuck ... Jesus, I've been waiting for this all day long," Phil screamed without caring at all whether his words would be heard outside.
Now I turned Phil's body position slightly so that I could also reach his ass. I turned myself together with him and then started rimming his ass and licking his extremely sensitive anus muscle. Pit and Max continued sucking Phil's cock and balls. This joint treatment really gave the brother the rest, 'cause he closed his eyes and made the impression for a moment that he lived in his own world.
But suddenly he opened his eyes again, looked at me, and then said very determined:
"I need to fuck you now, Chokee. I can't hold back anymore."
Phil suddenly grabbed me, made me bend over the only chair in the room, and then immediately entered me from behind. He whispered into my ears:
"You think that I'm only Mr. Charming, huh? But now you'll see what your brother will be capable of. You better open up your hole. You don't want my tool to use force, do you?"
Phil was inside me within no time. Immediately thereafter he started fucking me the hard way. Since Seth had meanwhile made me get used to this kind of treatment, I took everything quite well and also liked it from the beginning. But what I experienced now was definitely the hardest fuck ever - by far harder than the ones I had with Seth, Dan, or Lars. It was just amazing to see what a real killer machine and ultimate hunk Phil had developed into. There was absolutely nothing left of the charming brother with the killer smile. I was also thinking about the poor cunts who expected a romantic evening with an awesome-looking brother but instead would be exposed to a mere terror machine. When receiving his forceful fuck strokes, I was no longer sure whether his cunt had really left him because of me or whether she could no longer stand this kind of treatment.
For me of course, even though it was hard, in the end it was also fun. And even more important, I just wanted to show my gratitude and give one of my best friends the time of his life. Due to my training, my diet, and my whole new personality, I could get and stay hard and horny at any time. And with such a power truck and close brother like Phil I felt it was an obligation for me to perform and give my absolute best. During the entire time I deeply felt the obligation to prove my unlimited loyalty to this comrade who had made my life so much easier, and therefore was entitled to a very special time.
Pit and Max had meanwhile gotten up again and while Pit was exchanging deep kisses with Phil, Pit used the opportunity and jerked off Max with one of his hands.
"Ohh, Chokee, I'm close now. I will shoot like never before. You're going to drink it. I want to see all of my juice in your mouth," Phil screamed.
And indeed, it didn't take long and Phil took his cock out of my ass. Then, with a forceful grip that reminded me of Seth's power movements, he made me kneel down again and forced my head to his tool. I opened my mouth immediately and Phil started to shoot everything on my tongue right away. The streams were just unbelievable and even for me it was impossible to swallow everything. A lot got into my eyes, my face and also on my chest. But it was so good to see that Phil obviously had the time of his life, since he was constantly moaning and saying things like "That's so good, I haven't had that for a long time" or "You're better than any whore in this fucking crazy world."
After Phil was done, we were again exchanging very intense kisses and for a minute or so it seemed as if only the two of us were in the small back room. Then we got dressed and of course I hugged Pit and Max several times and thanked them for all their support.
"No big deal, brother. It's a good quid pro quo for what you gave us the other night. That was fucking hot as well."
I cleaned my face a bit under the sink that was fortunately installed in the small backroom. When dressing up again, I also saw that quite a lot of cum had ended up both on my SKINHEAD POWER muscle shirt (that I had put on shortly before we left to the back room) and also my pants. But as usual I didn't care much - also because they hadn't been that clean anyway before. On the contrary, I was even a bit proud that the other brothers could get a clue about what kind of hot action went on in my life. Before we left the room again, Phil turned to me one last time and whispered into my ears:
"Thanks a lot, brother. That was a hell of a time for me. You're a true brother and comrade. It's sometimes hard, you know, when everyone only sees you as a nice and charming guy. What I just had with you, I wasn't able to live out for a long, long time. Well, I tried it out occasionally - one time with a cunt and another time with a boy - but they got scared as shit and I guess still today they're suffering from a trauma. So what you did is quite unique for me and really keeps me going. Thanks again for this. And even better, I also have a feeling that you liked it and that we fit quite well to each other ... also fuck-wise, I mean. Cause youre one of the very very few guys who is really versatile. If Im right and you also get something out of it, then lets continue, I`d say."
We gave each other an intense hug. Phil by the way was perfectly right. Deep inside I enjoyed the thing we had done as much as Phil did. His aggressive and totally dominant and masculine matter came as a total surprise to me, but I learned that in truth Phil was pretty much of the same nature as Seth. He was the ultimate hunk and represented nothing but pure and raw masculinity. I knew by now that Phil, when times required tough decisions, was ready for the most radical solutions - maybe even more than Seth. At least with his enemies, he would mostly go to the absolute extreme.
Some days later there was a chance to talk to him about his true nature and Phil immediately agreed when I said that I thought of him as one of the most extreme and radical brothers, even though he just knew how to play his various roles. He smiled and said:
"Probably you're right, brother. Most likely, this all goes back to my time in the orphanage when I met Seth and Lars. Gosh, before, I felt so fucking helpless back then. I told you that there was this pervert who mistreated me. I guess that just gave me the rest. You're right, whenever there's an enemy or someone who does shit, my retaliation strikes don't know any limits. It's an action - reaction thing, if you know what I mean. Someone always has to pay! Also this asshole back at the institution got his final reward after all."
When Phil said all this, he inhaled deeply from his cigarette and I could sense that he truly meant every word of it. Any enemy or opponent was completely lost in his presence and couldn't count on any mercy.
Back to the night at Stealth: When we finally returned to the bar, Phil immediately took on his Mr. Nice Guy image again and appeared once more as charming as one could think of, and with his classical killer smile that no one could resist. Suddenly he looked at me and said:
"By the way, dont worry! I wont do anything close to what we did the other night with your two pets. I know how to behave and of course I don`t wanna break them. I mean, unless you want me to."
Phil was perfectly right. None of the two recruits would have been able to cope with an unrestrained Phil; it would have been the end for them.
"Youre right, brother. Educate them, but please dont destroy them. They're good material, believe me! You can fully enjoy your wild side with me. I like it," I said with a dirty smile.
Thereafter we continued or, in my case, started with our shift. Phil understandably was in an exceptionally hilarious mood and in an unexpected moment both of us started to give a special performance to the guests by singing loudly and with all our available musician skills one of the currently most favorite band songs which was called FREEDOM FIGHTERS and went like this:
This is resistance, we're pushing back
You thought you had us blinded
Well, our sight is back!
We're angry and seek the truth
We're the proud misled youth
We're out for action and ready to change the world
You can't deny us, we will attack
We're freedom fighters and take everything back!
We're the spark in your eye
We'll fight for freedom or will die
If we don't stand then who else will?
There's a scorching flame deep inside
Born with will and so much pride
We can't lose, it's our destiny!
During our performance Phil and I were sometimes hugging each other and his enormous muscles made me realize again what power truck this man was. When we ended our little show, the entire crowd was cheering for us and once again my wish grew stronger to become a band member and make music myself. After our performance Dan and Seth showed up and congratulated us. Dan mentioned again that I should be present at the next rehearsal and fortunately Seth was fine with it.
"It seems that you also wanna be part of our music frontline and you got talent for that. So let's see what we can do here. Every brother should be placed where he can best serve our cause," Dan mentioned with a supportive and acknowledging tone in his voice and fortunately Seth agreed again.
It was a great night again and even though I should have been tired like hell, I felt extremely well and motivated, also because I had drunk quite a lot of energy drinks and coffee. Again I restricted myself from drinking too much alcohol, even though, whenever a brother showed up, of course I didn't want to be offensive and drank health with him with a can of beer that I had close by. It also felt very good that almost all skin brothers had meanwhile accepted me as one of theirs. On my part, I had developed a strong feeling of closeness and comradeship. And to live this comradeship on a Friday night was something that made me realize what I really wanted to belong to - forever.
The party went on until 2:30am in the morning. Only then, after saying good bye to all comrades who had meanwhile become my personal friends we were able to shut down the place. While walking upstairs together with Seth, Seth suddenly stopped for a while in the hallway, turned to me, and said:
"You've really become one of us now. You're doing a great job and I'm proud of you."
Hearing this from someone who normally would never pay any compliment made me extremely happy and I felt like a kid in a candy store. Immediately we started kissing each other and then Seth placed me again over one of his warrior shoulders and carried me to our room. He threw me on the mattress, tore down my pants so that they were messed up forever and started fucking me pretty wildly and without remorse. And even though I had had this extra session with Phil just hours ago, it didn't take long to get once again into the right mood. It was amazing to see how my brain almost automatically connected Seth to my submissive side. So instinctively I made all the movements and other things that Seth expected from me and liked so much. Seth was in an extremely high mood but also needed to release quite a bit of his manpower.
"Phil is absolutely right: you've become the hottest turn-on and greatest pro that has ever existed on this fucking world and in this brotherhood. I just can't resist your ass. Feels like my tool has become addicted to your cock-addicted ass," Seth shouted into my ear while breathing intensely and providing my ass with hard fuck strokes in doggy-style position.
Seth's comment showed me that he had learned already about my adventure with Phil some hours ago. Once again I could see that it was virtually impossible to keep anything secret from Seth. Fortunately I didn't intend to do so anyways.
Because Seth - just like Phil before - didn't restrict himself, but went full speed, he came quickly this time and filled my ass with almost endless streams of cum. But because of all my training and my physical and mental powers together with my completely changed personality, I didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, I could get hard basically at any time and my ass could cope with the hardest fuck strokes. In other words, I had become a total power bottom and I was extremely proud of it.
As Seth preferred anyway, I didn't cum myself this time. First, also out of gratitude, I really felt like focussing on Seth's pleasure only and second, I thought I would need my remaining stamina for Chris and Keith the next day. After our session had come to an end, I suddenly felt an enormous tiredness. Before I realized that I had been awake for more than 20 hours, my eyes shut down almost automatically and, with Seth's irresistible man scent in my nose, I fell asleep. As all the nights before, Seth's sweaty body heat provided the perfect aura for maximum recovery.