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 45 is finally out.
Chokee is ready now for his first own performance. Thanks to Pat and Dan he is finally permitted into the world of hard and heavy RAC music and Chokee still cannot believe his luck. He wants to do everything right and deliver a first class performance during the gig. Will he make it and will the audience react as expected? And will Pat be pleased enough so that he will go on with our hero and support him in his career dreams?
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And now please enjoy Ch. XLV.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 45: My Dream Career Is Taking Off (Part 1)
When I came to the bar, Phil was already waiting for me. It was after 10 and the bar area started to become quite crowded. At the entrance, where they already sold all different merchandise stuff of the bands, even more brothers were standing around and having a good time.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Phil greeted me with quite an angry look. But from the expression in his face I could see that of course he perfectly knew already what had been going on.
"You will always remain just a wild cat that is always horny and completely cock-driven," he barked after I had come behind the bar and was ready to start my shift. He also gave me a brotherly hug to show that he was not really mad at me.
"Seems that Pat pretty much hit on you, huh?" Phil asked.
"I don't know ... but yeah, sort of ...," I stuttered.
"Just be a bit careful, understand? I mean, I can understand you, brother. You got so much into this world of music and Pat is a really attractive guy and by the way a hell of a guitar player, too, who really knows how to push buttons. But on the other hand he's really wild and everyone says that he doesn't know any limits - especially not for his opponents and enemies and there are quite a few of them. So just be a bit careful, ok?" Phil said.
And after a very short pause he added:
"Jesus, I really don't wanna sound like your fucking mother. So go and have your fun with him. I know he's hot but he will be even hotter when you'll see him performing live tonight. He's just irresistible and he for sure knows about that."
"Thanks, brother. I promise I'll watch out. But as you said, Pat is a real heavy-hitter. It seems that I forget about myself when he's around me ... if you understand what I mean. He left a heavy load on my ass and didn't allow me to clean it. This makes me think about him even more," I replied with a dirty grin pointing with my middle finger to my ass.
I guess I made myself pretty clear about what was going on with me and how deep all this had already gotten. Phil smirked back at me, made quite an obscene body gesture, and nodded.
"Never forget, fucker! You always can have an even harder session with me! No problem with that!"
Phil once more openly imitated a hard fuck scene and then gave me one of his dirtiest grins. The two of us and some brothers standing around were laughing our asses off. Then we went on with our work. I was happy that Phil had shown Chris-Boy quite a lot already. Again he proved himself as the best friend one could think of. So when I came, the kid had started already to serve the other brothers with beer and partially also with Stealth's special absinthe. The atmosphere was getting very hot and intense and Chris-Boy with his super brain really seemed to know almost automatically how to handle the brothers. He did it so well that he was immediately liked by everyone. And obviously when looking at his face, he just enjoyed being exposed to raw patriotic skin power and brothers who wanted to have a good time and expected nothing less but good entertainment from him.
I only learned later that Chris-Boy, quite typical of him, had already planned to make use of this male power that surrounded him and of course in a way that would best serve his own interest. When he heard that Seth and Lars were making plans for some negative action event after the concert, he immediately offered his help. The original plan by Seth and Lars was to show up at some place where a lot of scum would show up regularly on a Saturday night and then to make them learn a lesson again. Chris-Boy - still totally turned on by the recent event that he had directed, together with his protege, against Wonder Stevie at Keith's old school - immediately supported all this, but suggested to use a bar called RED STAR as a target, 'cause that was a place where lots of his old gang members also met. And, as I told you already, people from his old life were always one of Chris-Boy's preferred targets. Seth and Lars finally agreed and let Chris-Boy do the detailed planning. When he got back to them on Saturday morning and let them have his proposals of how the plan could work piece by piece, they were quite impressed about Chris-Boy's organization skills. He suggested that, similar to the many other times on a Saturday night at Stealth, they should ask ten to fifteen of the heaviest brothers - among them of course Keith, Pit and Max - to join them after the gig and get them in two of the brother's vans. Then they should drive them to the RED STAR bar and should let those brothers have some fun at the place. The best part should however be that Lars and Chris-Boy, immediately after the action had started, would kidnap three of the worst mates who were among the visitors of the bar, bring them to the place where the vans were parking and get them naked right away. Then they would force them to get into one of the vans where Keith, Pit, Max and some other really heavy brothers were already waiting and lock them up into the car.
"They'll never forget for the rest of their fucking lives the special treatment that they got in there," Chris-Boy said with a really sadistic smile and of course he had an exact idea of who the 'lucky guys' should be who would deserve this wonderful experience. Among them was a piece of scum named Devon - someone, as Chris-Boy told us, who, more than the others, had enjoyed Chris-Boy's miserable condition back at the time when he was still a drug-addict and had been using this solely for his advantage.
"It's time for a nice payback day, don't you think, brothers?" Chris-Boy asked with a devilish smile and knew immediately, when looking at Seth and Lars, that he had gotten the necessary approval.
Chris-Boy would later call this method 'rattlesnake treatment', because when you were watching from outside, the van was going up and down while the victim was treated inside by the brothers. Of course Chris-Boy made sure that Devon, his favorite, would be the last one to receive this special treatment so that he had sufficient time to see what happened to his two predecessors. Chris-Boy also granted Devon the privilege to stay longest in the van; whereas the other two victims would only be treated for ten minutes each, Devon should stay locked in the vehicle for 20 minutes minimum. I guess you may have a clue now how fucking frightened Devon was already when it was finally his turn. Chris-Boy later told me that little Devon indeed was so scared that, while having to wait completely naked and in kneeling position, he couldn't hold back and peed on the open ground. I will let you have the details about this and how the entire thing worked out, in one of my next chapters. In any case, when I later learned about Chris-Boy's involvement in the planning, I became even more amazed about him. During all the testing by us, he turned out to be one of the most loyal brothers one could think of. Also, whenever he liked someone - like Keith, his protege, or Seth or myself - he was genuinely nice and tried to help at any time. And since he was definitely one of the smartest, if not the smartest brother among all of us, mostly he could really help and add something valuable to the joint cause. But Chris-Boy, on the other hand, also had quite a sadistic nature which he now tried to live out fully on his enemies or those who didn't pay him the respect that he thought they owed him. And so I guess you can also imagine that those recruits who didn't have Chris-Boy's support right from the beginning almost never made it, 'cause sooner or later they would all be trapped by him. Truly amazing this kid, really!
But now back to the night at Stealth, when I had my first performance with Pat and MAX RESIST:
When I looked around the place, I could also see that Keith was already doing what I had ordered him earlier on. He stood close by his former classmates and even though, compared to them, he had already changed his looks pretty heavily and looked like a mere muscle machine, you could see from their interaction that Keith was still the absolute top dog. Keith remained very charming to them and tried really hard to control his hot temper. And of course, whenever he felt insecure what to say, he either turned to me or Chris-Boy and asked for help. When I joined the group for a short moment and - making it look like a complete coincidence - asked them how they were doing, I could already see from the kids' eyes how much they were looking up to Keith and envying him openly for his body. His buddies just felt that their idol had gotten many steps ahead of them. Discreetly, I gave Keith a thumb-up and let him know that I was pleased with his efforts. As a reaction to this, his facial expression showed a lot of gratitude, but also, on the other hand, the clear expectation that he would get a reward for this. Hadn't my brain been completely occupied with Pat, I would have taken Keith to the bathroom right away on that night and given him what he was craving for so desperately.
Anyway, Keith's body, within a very short time, had developed more impressively than the one of any other brother - even including myself. With a heavily muscled body like a grown-up on the one hand and a mind on the other hand that sometimes reminded me that he was still in his early teen years, he really stuck out.
I went back to the bar and wanted to go on with my job, when Pat came by in his typical cocky walking style and also looking a bit angry already. Immediately I felt like being trapped, `cause all my willpower seemed like having vanished. I just wanted to be exposed to this brother, and Pat, of course, knew perfectly about his effect on me. I got so nervous that I spilled a half-empty beer can over the pants of one brother - Rick was his name - so that the area around his crotch and his thighs got wet. He looked at me very pissed at first, but when we recognized each other, the expression on his face changed and he laughed out loud:
"Seems that you've become quite nervous because of your performance tonight, brother. Seth told us already. So I think I can't hit you in your face for what you just did, huh?" he said and put his arm around my shoulder, before he went on:
"So I guess we leave it like this for this time, unless ... unless you wanna lick me dry."
The brother pointed to his dick when saying that and then gave me a dirty grin. I looked at him, shortly pretended to kneel down in front of him and made a very explicit gesture with my mouth. Then I answered with a dirty grin:
"Id love to, mate! But you and your fellow brothers certainly dont wanna stay dry for the rest of the night and also miss the gig, do you? So you better save your energy for later."
Rick seemed quite astonished about my quick wit, but then he burst out laughing and went back to his mates.
"You seem to be clumsy, but you know how to handle your fellow brothers at least," Pat whispered into my ear who had watched the entire scene with some delight. And without waiting for any comment or answer from me, he went on:
"Move your ass now and come downstairs immediately! Its half an hour before midnight and we need all of us downstairs to get into the right mood. Make it quick and dont fuck around here!"
From his body language and whole attitude I understood that Pat wouldn't tolerate any hesitance on my part. Typically of him, he expected me to follow him right away and I was not expected, even for a second, to walk away from him again. So I nodded, indicated to Phil (who fortunately accepted and gave me a thumbs-up) that I had to leave immediately, and walked behind Pat to the rehearsal room downstairs where the members of all two bands were already discussing the last details. Pat and Dan took me aside and gave me instructions for my first performance ever on stage.
"Your greatest asset is of course your looks. So build on this first, fucker, 'cause I want our audience to be super hot for you, clear? At the beginning, sing with the group and only when you feel really safe, you can get louder with your voice. Were going to give you a short introduction, but you have the advantage that a lot of brothers know you anyway. So hopefully theyll be sympathetic to you. But charm them a bit with your nice guy and your body language! Capisce!" Dan told me in his classical commando style.
I nodded and was of course nervous like hell, since I didn't want to screw things up under any circumstances. On the other hand, deep inside I was by now self-confident enough to know that I could make it. The entire group including myself now went upstairs to the stage and during our way we were screaming and shouting to motivate each other and to bring ourselves into the right mood. The stage had been prepared with flags showing nationalistic symbols and the logos of the bands that were playing tonight. The lights were also already properly dimmed and the sound system was working perfect. The area for the audience had again been marked with special tapes and it was even more crowded than last time ... 500 or 600 people I'd say of whom at least 80 percent were obvious skin brothers.
Pat, Dan, and Sean opened the event by saying some warm greeting and especially introducing me.
"Comrades, we have a special guest star here tonight. I guess you all know this brother already from being around at the place here and helping you to get some relief for your thirsty throats. Hes a fine brother with the right views, but tonight maybe a new career will start for him, cause hes not only a good comrade, but also a hell of a singer. I know hes a bit nervous, so maybe you fuckers give him an extra warm welcome tonight," Pat shouted into the microphone and then waved me over to him. Then he went on:
"Brothers, this is Choke. Raise your arm so that he gets his ass going tonight!"
Then he pushed me in front of him and whispered into my ear in quite an encouraging tone:
"Come on, fucker! You can do it!"
The crowd was really receptive and screamed "HAIL!" several times while raising their right arms. When I looked into the audience, I could recognize a lot of known faces. They all were cheering at me which gave me an additional boost to overcome my nervousness.
Now Pat's band started right away with its first song SATURDAY NIGHT to let the crowd know what the night would still bring:
Put in the boots, 'cause that's the way it goes
Hangin out with all your bros
Drink a beer and having a ball
Waiting for a fight to take its toll.
Tearin' it up on a Saturday night
All the boys looking for a fight
Where will you wake up the next day
Will it be in jail or at some bro's sway
Fuck ... it's Saturday night.
Saturday night, here it comes
Gonna get drunk and have some fun
Gonna hit the parties all over town
Till the scum is coming and we'll bring them down.
Never give up, never give in
stick it out through the thick and thin
We're in this for a common cause
So stand up and fight - it's the nation's call.
Since it was my first try, I closely followed Sean`s lead and when the chorus part came I made sure that I had the same rhythm like the rest of the band.
It really went well and I could feel that the crowd, while this very first song was still playing, got pretty much blown away from the start. It was a huge applause together with a lot of "Hail!"- and "We want Choke" screams. The kick that I got out of this felt enormous and I could feel immediately my adrenaline level rising and my tool stiffening in my tight combat pants, which most of the audience commented on with a dirty smile.
The next time was the all time favorite and one of the band's most popular songs called MAX RESIST. The crowd got wild when listening only to the first lines and when the chorus part came, Sean and I really gave everything to the audience:
We like to party in a violent way
I guess it's just the symptom
of the youth today
We get high on the violence we cause
with total contempt and disgust for the law
We like to roam around and create chaos
Unless you're one of us we don't give a toss
We'll knock you down
and we'll stomp on your bones
and in a bag we'll send you home.
Max Resist, Max Resist
Coming on strong and now we're pissed
Max Resist, Max Resist
One step closer and you'll get my fist
Max Resist, Max Resist,
Real Rock'n Roll renegades on parade
Max Resist, Max Resist
and the hooligans!
The atmosphere got really crazy now. As all the times before, the area directly in front of the stage was left empty at first so that the brothers could deliver some show fights. And fortunately quite a few - among them also Keith - did now. Also thanks to Seth and Lars, they kept the necessary discipline and didn't really hurt each other, but especially for a stranger the whole thing looked rougher and wilder than ever.
Then the bands were changing and it was Dan who performed the next song RAGE as lead singer. He included me again into his performance right away and made sure that the audience could clearly hear my voice. I tried especially hard when it came to the chorus part:
Rage is the way that things have to be
Rage like an avalanche burying me
Rage at the world is all I see
Rage bound inside me fighting to be free
Rage like a tempest from an ancient page
Rage like a beast burst free from the cage
I'm a player, the whole world's my stage
But how can I channel all this pent up rage?
When Pat saw that the crowd really liked me and were cheering like crazy whenever they heard and saw me, he and Dan continuously pushed me to the front of the stage. So the longer the night went on, the more it appeared that I was becoming something like a second lead singer. During the entire performance Pat was really encouraging and one could see that the world of hard RAC music was absolutely his and that this was the area where he showed all his ambition and wanted to be successful no matter what. Several times he took me aside and whispered into my ear things like
"Youre really doing this well, baby. But perform even harder! No fucking false restraints!" or "Youre a hell of a singer, little fucker!" or "Come on, move your ass and show them hell!"
Looking at myself, the feeling during my very first performance was a really unique one. I felt pride, satisfaction, and of course a lot of gratitude to the brothers who made all this possible, in particular Pat and Dan. And even though my performance, as you can imagine, meant a lot of physical effort, I was aroused almost during the entire gig. Whenever I felt the beat and looked at the perfect bodies of Pat, Dan, and the other band members, my immediate reaction again consisted of an immediate and visible hard-on.
Fortunately I was not the only one, since also the crotches of the other band members - at least during some parts of the gig - showed strong reactions as well. Pat noticed my continuous hard-on condition and gave me several dirty smiles. At one point, pretty much in the middle of the gig, when I had turned my body to the drummer and shortly before my part began, Pat suddenly grabbed me hard between my legs and whispered in my ear:
"Go, fucker! Show the audience your manpower. They wanna see the real you and what a true man and patriot stands for."
Needless to say, Pats touch, as of course calculated by him, made my hard-on even worse so that also the audience could notice. But that was exactly what Pat had planned, cause no brother thought of this as embarrassing, but more as a sign of true manhood and that I really lived the culture of a true RAC rock`n roll star.
Altogether we performed around 20 songs, also those of various other bands, until the break. The last one was DESTROY ALL THAT DESTROY YOU and was a true call for the totally uncorrupt and spartan-like skinhead way of life:
Everywhere you go the same logos and names you'll see
Pure indoctrination by media and TV
Multinational monsters dominate the scenery
They divide us for profit without any penalty
They tell us what to buy, what to wear and what to eat
There's no room for criticism 'cause they've all what you say you need
Willing slaves of profit inhabit our continent
But we'll always resist until the better end.
Then the chorus part came and Pat and Dan now made sure that I was singing this alone:
Destroy all that destroys you
Break the state that wants to break you
Destroy all what destroys you
Demolish the powers that destroy you!
The crowd was cheering and singing with me like crazy now. They were on the edge of entirely freaking out so that it was up to Seth and Lars to calm them down a bit. But that was just the right timing, because now it was time for a break. So at last Pat and Dan went to the microphone and said:
"Ok, fuckers. That was really hot like shit! You're incredible brothers and we'll always stand together. Now lets have a 20 minute break. Go and get yourselves some beer or even harder stuff so that youre ready for an even hotter second half. See you in a bit, brothers!"
Then the lights went off and the break started. Most band members went to the bar to get a drink, but Pat had made clear already before the break that he wanted some privacy with me. So he took me by his hands and pulled me to the changing room area which of course was completely dark and empty. But since Pat didn't care at all and didn't close the door, at least some light was coming from the hallway. Immediately after we had gotten to this room he used his strong hands and pushed me against one locker door. Then he gave me an extremely aggressive kiss.
"You little fucker with your angel face made the crowd almost freak out. Seems that you have a natural talent for causing trouble, huh? If it goes on like this, your only place will be with me on the music frontline and you`ll be the new lead singer. Understand?" Pat barked at me and gave me a hard, but still friendly slap on my face.
"Yeah, I`d love that," I answered with an almost silent voice, again being totally captured by Pat's aura.
"But dont think that just because of your talent Im going to be easy on you. From now on you`re solely under my control and you do as I say. Understand?"
I nodded just like in a trance and whispered:
"I want it rough and raw from you! That's all I want."
Pat smirked and then went on:
"Then, you little cocksucker, sit down on this bench and spread your fucking legs. Cause Im going to fuck you like hell now. And we dont have much time, so you better be good and your ass will comfort my dick that I can shoot quickly. And you wont cum, asshole, understand! I want the audience to see your constant hard-on also in the second half. Its good for your and the bands image anyway."
While talking to me Pat had stripped down his pants already and ordered me to do the same. I did so immediately and with my pants still on my knees raised my legs so that he could fuck me missionary-style. I knew that we had only little time but both our raw urges needed immediate release.
From Pat`s face I could see that my position perfectly suited him and that this was exactly what he had had in mind before. He looked pleased that I could obviously guess his wishes without the need that Pat needed to say something. Within no time he entered me with his totally erect tool and after only a short pause he started in his unique style with his strong and rhythmical fuck strokes. Quickly he brought himself into a high mood and even though it was quite dark, I could sense that he was staring at me intensively.
"Oh, you little fucker, youre really good. Youre your masters whore from now on. I may make you a star for others, but for me youre nothing but a whore. A whore that needs to get pregnant! So also act like one! Move your fucking ass like a bitch and make your master happy!" Pat screamed while fucking me harder and harder.
Pat was just amazing and the hugest turn-on I've ever come across. He really represented everything or even more of what my submissive side had always been craving for. Of course I tried to comfort Pats tool with my ass as best as I could and also contracted my anus rhythmically. I was relieved when I could see this in particular was to Pats liking, `cause he started to moan heavily.
"Yeah, youre a good bitch. You know how to make your sugar daddy happy, huh? But I wont give you a break, I will fuck you even harder now. `Cause there's only one thing that you really deserve: being fucked and fucked and fucked again. So I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you now!"
Pat screamed and wasn't bothered at all that everyone outside could hear what we were doing. His whole personality didn't know any self-restraints.
When Pat saw that lots of pre-cum was coming out of my cock, he grinned and said:
"So you like it, fucker, huh? You`re leaking like a hungry bitch. I guess you need it even harder."
Pat increased his fuck strokes now to an almost insane speed that even I had never experienced before with any other brother. Hadn't I been so obsessed with Pat back at the time, I'm sure I would have had problems to withstand the intensity of his strokes. But, as I had learned already many times before: mere willpower combined with the right physical training and also countless energy drinks can make almost anything possible.
Pat went on with his aggressive fucking for several minutes and again he didn`t care the least whether someone was around. Most of the other brothers knew anyway about Pat's needs and all of them would have been far too understanding to disturb or intervene. And I guess, if someone not being a brother had dared disturb him, the least that would have happened would have been a serious beat-up. But since Pat was almost always armed, I knew that there would have been other options, too. But no one fortunately showed up.
"Oh, you fucking whore, Im coming. And youll take my load and will thank me for that, understand? Your master is going to make you pregnant," Pat shouted totally out of control and within no time my ass got filled with his hot lava supported by almost inhuman roars.
"Thats it, yeah. Thats how it should be!" Pat moaned and closed his eyes to enjoy the moment even more. His face and entire body were full of sweat by now.
Of course I would have loved to cum myself and it wouldnt have taken a lot at all. But I knew that I was not allowed and already back then it was also clear to me that any disobedience towards Pat could have had horrible consequences - much worse than in Seths case by the way. So I focused hard in order not to come and was finally successful.
Pat ended the session by removing his cock out of my asshole and making me lick it clean. Then, after drying it a little with his hand and a close-by paper towel, he put his pants back on again and told me to get up and do the same. He smirked at me and said:
"Ill make you a hell of a rockstar and youll have an incredible fanbase. Remember my words, fucker, when youll be on the top shortly. Cause you will stay there only if you`ll make your master happy. Otherwise you will land on your angel face and get a lot of scars - physically and mentally. So you better stick with me from now on and do as I say. Hope this is clear!"
"Yes of course, master. But right now I cant think straight anymore. I guess Im just obsessed with you. The only thing I want for now is being around you," I replied a bit shy.
Pat laughed out loud, started a cigarette and said after a pause:
"Thats exactly how it should be, fucker. Youre my whore. From now on, your only place is next to me and your only thought should be around me and how to make me happy. If you stick to this, you won`t have a problem with me. But I'm stricter than Seth - I guess you know that already."
Pat looked at me and himself once more and after making sure that we were properly dressed again, he waved at me, gave me another aggressive kiss and said with a devilish smile:
"You're really a hell of a whore! Much better than any cunt. It's a pity that you can't get pregnant."
When Pat saw that I looked a bit lost because of his last comment, he took a deep puff from his cigarette and then went on:
"There're two things about sex that count: first, it must be rough and raw to be fun, and second, your juice must create life once in a while and for that obviously you need cunt once in a while. 'cause after all, that's what male cock is made for."
Pat must have noticed my confusion and also anxiety on my face. After inhaling deeply again, one of his hysterical laugh attacks suddenly started. It took him a minute or two to calm down again. Then he gave me another friendly slap and said:
"Never mind, fucker! With my help you'll find out quickly by yourself. Even if this is the last experience that I need to beat out of your hot ass. ... But now come on! Stop being a drama queen and lets go back, 'cause it's late already. The second half is starting and youre going to be on the frontline even more this time. I will also tell Sean so that he will watch. Move your ass and let`s go quickly!"
And off we went again. After so much action my ass was hurting a bit but with Pat on my side I still felt like in heaven.