Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2020 14:51:50 +0200
From: SKIN MASTER <skinpowerfighter@gmail.com>
Subject: A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 33: My First Outside Task - The Execution

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. Only looking at
our hero makes clear that he has crossed the bridge already and has not
much in common anymore with his previous life. Now Chapter 33 is finally
out.

Now it's time for our hero to participate in his first hardcore action
event. In the months so far Chokee has been trained seriously, both
physically and mentally, so he should be ready to hit hard whenever the
situation or the brotherhood require him to. Will he be able to handle
all this pressure and meet the challenges ahead of him? And will Seth and
the other brothers continue to stand by his side?

Again, please let me have all your impressions so that I can work on
improvements for the next chapters. Your comments really help to make the
whole storyline more consistent.

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And now please enjoy Ch. XXXIII.


A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 33: My First Outside Task - The
Execution

In the afternoon I had my mental training with Lars. It was good and
efficient as usual and this time Lars organized it as a kind of
repetition class to make me sufficiently prepared for our evening task.
He told me again and again how to overcome pain and how to predict the
moves of my opponent.

"Listen, brother!" he went on. "It's clear that we're going to help you,
if you get into big shit. But on the other hand Seth clearly expects you
somehow to strike down this scum on your own. Understand? Seth already
showed you a picture of the so-called gang leader who's responsible for
all the shit that has happened in the life of this boy upstairs. His real
name is Anthony Fildon, but everyone refers to him as Spider Greg, most
likely because of the creeping way he walks around. You can be sure that
he'll be armed, either with a knife, a gun or something similar. So your
first task will be to disarm him and only thereafter you can have your
fun with him. Seth told you already that he's the one who deserves the
most serious treatment. And it's up to you to give it to him and you can
leave something like a personal note to him. Clear?"

"Personal note?" I asked.

"Don't be slow! I thought that you're a smart ass. What I meant was that
your punches should leave a personal mark so that the scum knows from now
on that it was you. It'll give you respect and a good reputation," Lars
grinned.

I nodded and said: "Completely understood. Deep inside I'm excited and
also looking forward to it."

Lars smiled and gave me a brotherly hug. Then he gave a little paper box
and said:

"Look. This is yours. I thought now it's a good time giving it to you."

I opened the box and in there I found brace knuckles which had a lot of
Gothic ornaments on them. I looked at them and could see that on the top
of this tool were little needles and small but sharply polished stones
had been placed.

"Beautiful, isn't it? I just love it, 'cause first of all you scare the
shit out of your enemy and you can always use it for your final punch.
When you use this tool properly, it can leave a unique scar on the face
of your opponent. Something like a personal handwriting," Lars explained
and grinned once more. Then he went on:

"But look, it's even better."

He pushed a little hidden button on the backside of the brass knuckles
and suddenly a large knife blade sprang out. When he pushed the button
once again, the blade went back again.

"It's fully automatic and causes sheer panic with your enemies. It's so
good to see the scum shitting in its pants out of fear. But again: only
use the knife as a tool of fear. Category 4 is out of question, unless we
tell you otherwise. Clear?"

I nodded, thanked Lars for everything and decided to have the brace
knuckles always with me from now on. They would serve as my personal
talisman.

After that rather emotional scene, Lars made me swim another 2 miles in
the pool and then we were done. It was past 3pm already, when I had a
shower and got changed again into my combat outfit. I took another look
at my new brace knuckles and could see that on the top a little fixture
had been placed, which made it possible to connect them with a belt.
Proudly I took my new talisman and hid it on the backside of my leather
belt. Ithanked Lars once more and then told the brother that I had
another session with Lawrence.

"You wanna accompany me?" I asked.

"Normally I would have better things to do than holding your ass while
you get inked," Lars joked. "But because it's your big initiation day
today, I'll do it."

We went down to Lawrence's studio and as always he was already there. We
greeted each other cordially with a hug, did a quick chat about this and
that, and of course it became clear quickly that also Lawrence knew that
I had a kind of initiation night ahead of me.

"Brother, you have just done a magnificent job so far. I really love my
tattoos and also my piercing. But now it's more about the details. What
do you think about my upper arms being covered with flame motives or an
iron cross? I also definitely need a spider net around my elbows; almost
all brothers have that. And what about the front part of my fingers?
Wouldn't it make sense to have inked the words SKINHEAD or SKIN HATE
inked on there? And finally, I'm also thinking of having an earring on my
right side, but I don't know a good motive yet."

Lawrence started laughing like hell and then, while inhaling deeply from
his cigarette, turned to Lars:

"This brother is so impatient and wants everything right now and
immediately. Not long ago this was just a regular kid! Amazing! Did you
fill up his ass with red pepper or what?"

Of course I joined the laughter, but thereafter we got into a serious
discussion of the next steps. Lawrence was of course right when he
demanded some structure in my ideas. He always said that a good tattoo
should be something forever and therefore one must really identify with
the motive. He supported the idea of the iron cross, the flame motive,
and of course the spider net. For the iron cross he suggested the right
side of my lower back and for the flame he suggested to use the left arm,
'cause the spider net on my right arm should stand for itself. And for my
fingers he liked the word SKIN HATE, 'cause it would be more unique and
differentiate me a bit from the other brothers. But he suggested to do
this part some other time, since I would need my fingers and my fists for
tonight's action. And finally he said that I should also give my ass and
legs some attention.

"These should definitely also have some ink. 'Cause when you're walking
around in shorts in the summer or - even better - wanna impress your
chick when you're naked, everyone should see that you're wearing a piece
of art that sees your entire body as a unity. So maybe you wanna think
about a nice pentagram on one of your ass cheeks or some nice Rune symbol
on one of your hips and ankles," Lawrence explained.

Again I could sense from every word Lawrence said how knowledgeable and
professional he was in his field.

"And finally for your ear, I wouldn't do an earring, 'cause that could
appear too girlish and for sure we all don't like this. What about a
piercing again? That would look really masculine and look what cool
design I have."

Lawrence opened one of his many drawers and showed me a silver piercing
ring on which a row of small iron crosses, one larger sun wheel and a
tiny, almost invisible, swastika were fixed. I saw immediately that this
was pure handcraft and a unique jewelry piece. I liked it immediately and
pushed wildly to have it. Seriously, if Lawrence had asked right away, I
would have given him one of my special blow-jobs just to get it.

"Not so fast," Lars said. "You know the rule, Chokee. Seth must approve
of this. Clear?"

"Of course," I replied and called him on my cell phone. When I reached
him, he made immediately clear that he wouldn't decide on this over the
phone and that he would come by personally. He showed up about ten
minutes later and looked a little annoyed. But when he felt my
excitement, he calmed down quickly, gave me a friendly slap on my head
and was ready to listen to our proposals. Fortunately it didn't take long
to convince him and we all agreed that for now Lawrence should do both of
my arms, the iron cross on my back and the pentagon on my right ass
cheek.

"The last idea is definitely the best one, 'cause it really keeps me
going when I see your beautiful ass naked next time. And also the cunts
will freak out after all," Seth commented with a grin and all of us
joined the laughter.

The last thing he added was:

"If tonight will be successful, we need more warrior symbols on your
body. I mean we wanna make it clear to everyone that it's no fun to mess
up with you. There are quite many Rune signs that would perfectly express
this. And of course the classics like ravens or a black sun wheel would
always be an option. Let's do a little thinking over the next few days
and also add something like this to your list for your next session!"

We all agreed and then Seth left again. Lawrence, being the perfectionist
that he was, started with his work immediately and got totally focused
while of course smoking heavily. The only thing I could do was listen to
some good RAC songs that were playing as a background noise. When a song
of one of my favorite groups called ENEMY HATE was playing, it became
hard for me to keep my ass quiet and remain seated, 'cause the lyrics
were so strong:


Now heed these words of warning

'cause tomorrow will be too late

You must act now

or accept your coming fate

How can you stand

and watch destruction all around

when everything that's dear to you

gets smashed down to the ground

We must stand now against the enemies of pure light

If we don't stand, we've going to face the endless night.


When we heard this song, Lars, Lawrence, and myself were all singing
together while laughing heavily.

During the treatment one other thing became striking to me more and more:
I did feel no pain any more. I could clearly remember what a painful
experience my first session with Lawrence had been. But this time it was
entirely different; it was as if my feeling of pain had miraculously been
switched off entirely. On the contrary, I got hard when thinking about my
additional changes and the process I was going through. 'Cause my combat
pants were quite tight, Lars, who had taken a seat opposite me noticed
the reaction of my crotch. First he looked at it quite provocatively,
then he got up and offered me a cigarette. 'Cause my ink treatment made
it impossible for me to move properly, he put the cigarette in my mouth
and lighted it for me. While doing so, he started laughing a bit, put a
hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear (but still in a way that
Lawrence could hear it):

"Behave, Chokee. You need all your energy for tonight. So for once, focus
on your task and not on your next fuck!"

This time I was a bit more quick-witted and replied:

"Come on, what do you want? It's pure manhood and after all so far you've
also liked to see it in action. It's just nature requiring what it's
entitled to!"

Needless to say, we all joined in his laughter. When Lawrence was done,
the results were unique as usual. The iron cross on my back, the spider
net on my right arm, but also the pentagon on my right ass cheek came out
particularly well. And also my ear piercing was even better than
expected; together with my already existing piercing on my eyebrow and my
SS tattoo on my neck it could make my face expression really look mean.

When I looked into the mirror, I was even more proud to see that there
seemed to be absolutely nothing left of my former personality, the old
Daniel whom I had learned to despise more and more. Instead, I looked
like a full-grown warrior now and almost all the muscles on my face and
body were clearly visible. In other words, it was pure aggressive
masculinity that I could admire in the mirror.

"Really not bad! When I look at this, I can understand your prior
reaction," Lars commented and shortly grabbed my crotch which responded
immediately to this treatment. He again broke out in laughter, but then
shook his head and said:

"No, Chokee. It's 5:30 pm now and we have to leave for the garage. Put
your stuff together and then move your fucking tattooed ass!"

We said good bye to Lawrence and he wished us well for tonight's task.

"I can't wait to read about it in the papers," he said and laughed.

After we left the studio and were on our way to the garage, Lars was
checking on me whether I had everything and I noticed that he was also
checking my ass intensively with his hands.

"Your combat gear seems to be complete and you're also wearing my little
present. I like this and that's good. I want you to wear your jacket when
the scum sees you first. But when you start the fight, you put your
jacket off, 'cause you need to be flexible. Understand? And here, take
these, but only use them wisely! Normally you don't need them, your
muscle power should be strong and convincing enough by now."

He gave me an iron cain and a pair of gloves which were covered all over
with small steel needles. It was true: during my entire years as a skin,
I used these tools very rarely. But I always loved showing them to my
enemies or opponents and see the scary look in their faces. That was a
real turn-on.

Finally we arrived at the outside parking place where Seth and Tom were
already waiting. All of us were dressed in combat gear and to every
outsider we looked pretty dangerous and aggressive - which was the
purpose of our appearance. The atmosphere was focused, but also a bit
tense. We got into the car and Tom was driving. Seth, Lars and I went to
the back so that they could explain the further specifics of our mission
to me.

Seth started by saying:

"We're driving now further east to a place called Red Star Bar. It's not
a real bar, but more a meeting place for criminals and left wing scum. In
earlier times the place served as a youth center and they organized dart
matches and other events there. But then the scum took over control and
since then conditions have severely changed. And now it's the kid's
former gang and of course so-called Spider Greg who has the say. But
don't worry. If tonight goes well, we're going to make a nice patriotic
meeting place out of this again."

I nodded and Seth went on:

"Plan is as follows: the gang normally consists of five to six people and
they show up at the place almost everyday between six and seven. The
place itself is located on a relatively quiet street and, even better,
there is one other side street which is not accessible for cars and which
is almost always empty around that time, 'cause it has no light and most
people are scared. When the gang arrives by car, this will be our moment.
When they get out, everything must go very quick. Chokee, you grab this
Spider Greg scum and pull him into the side street. And there you can
start with your treatment. But before you do anything, make sure that you
have fully disarmed him. Lars and I will take care of the others - most
likely two for each of us - and will do the same. Most likely we will
make them watch Chokee's treatment, 'cause that should be the best lesson
for them."

Seth paused for a bit and then continued:

"Chokee, I told you that Category 4 is out of the  question. But you will
hit him hard. And you'll make sure that he will have a lasting memory of
that event. I told you already that one of his knees would be my
favorite, but it's up to you. For the others, we won't go to Category 3
or 4. We will just scare the shit out of them. This and watching their
beloved boss will hopefully teach them to stay completely out of our way
in the future. Any questions?"

I shook my head: "No, Seth, everything's clear."

"Good, we'll arrive in about ten minutes and then we're going to wait.
Chokee, if something serious or unplanned happens, we will of course
support you. Tom will stay in the car so that we can leave the place
quickly again. But just in case something comes up, he can also help us.
And one more thing: the whole task shouldn't take longer than ten,
maximum 15 minutes. But in any case when you hear our car horn, you stop
immediately and get into the car again. Understand?"

I nodded again. Seth obviously appreciated my short answers, 'cause he
gave me a hug and whispered in my ear:

"You're going to make it. I'm proud of you."

We finally arrived and parked the car so that we could constantly watch
the entrance to the Red Star Bar. The whole area didn't look inviting at
all. It was extremely dirty and the small one-story building which would
have needed serious maintenance was surrounded by very run-down apartment
blocks. There was almost no light on the streets. The latter however was
positive for us, 'cause it gave us the chance to hide and use the
advantage of sudden attack. In the car, everyone of us was now fully
concentrated and was taking deep puffs from our cigarettes. Since I sat
next to Seth, I could smell Seth's unique man scent, which made my cock
half-erect, but which also helped me to stay calm and yet focused.

Fortunately it didn't take long until a huge SUV drove by and stopped
directly in front of the main entrance. Seth and Lars had a quick look
and Lars said:

"Shit, it's going to be six of them. Chokee, the driver is the Spider
scum and he's up to you now. Seth, if you agree, you'll take care of the
passenger and the other taller guy in the rear. And the other three are
for me."

Seth nodded and replied: "Let's get out now and position ourselves.
Chokee, make sure that you'll strike against our Spider Greg before he
can get out of the car. Ok, let's go!"

I got quietly and quickly out of the car and ran to a trash bin that was
placed directly in front of the car. It was a good place where I could
hide. Only seconds thereafter Spider Greg opened the car door. He put
both of his feet on the street. Before he could stand up from his
driver's seat, I jumped forward from my hideout and smashed the car door
as fast and as heavy as I could. The car door hit the guy's knees and
also his lower legs got locked up by the door for a short moment. The
sudden pain must have been unbearable, 'cause my little spider was
screaming out like a wounded bear. Before he could adjust to the
situation, however, I pulled him harshly out of the car and into the
quiet side street while putting one of my hands over his mouth so that he
couldn't scream and no one could hear him. Once we arrived there and I
had made sure that there was no one else on the street, I pushed him
backwards so that he fell heavily on the ground. I positioned myself
directly in front of him with shrugged arms.

I could see that my little spider was searching his pockets with both
hands. I waited and had a visible but provocative smile on my face until
he held a knife in his hand, which he believed would bring the desired
protection. With only one strike with my boot however the knife fell out
of his hands and landed somewhere far away from him. Now I grabbed him
again, forced him to stand up and with one hand I forced his arm behind
his back and pushed it upwards. Again the guy wanted to scream, but I
stopped this right from the beginning by putting again my hand over his
mouth. Then I started to search his pockets and indeed he also had a
small pistol in one of them. I used this to smash his face and then threw
it far away. While searching him, I could also feel that he had another
knife positioned on his left calf. Different from Seth's and Lars'
recommendation, however, I thought it would be more fun to leave it there
and wait a bit how things would turn out so that Spider Greg would be in
the belief that he still had a hidden advantage. While I was torturing
the guy from behind, something strange happened which I learned to
understand only later on. For whatever reason I got a full erection and I
just loved to see this scum in pain.

"You little shithead, I will turn you around now and we're having a nice
conversation. Agreed?" I said. It was no surprise that the guy nodded and
so I loosened my grip a bit so that he could take a deep breath and stand
now face to face towards me.

"What is it you want from me?" Spider Greg asked and tried to find a way
to get close to his ankle with his left hand, always keen that I wouldn't
notice.

"Well, you should know. Or has scum like you already forgotten about what
you did to Chris?" I said and looked at him with the coldest contempt
possible.

"Chris, let me think ... but I don't know of any guy with this name, at
least not in my closer environment ... but could it be that you mean ..."

At that point my opponent had grabbed his knife and wanted to execute a
sting that would have been absolutely lethal, had it been successful,
'cause it was directed against the area around my heart. But since I
expected this strike, it was more than easy for me to avoid it and in a
second move, again with my leg, to slap the knife out of his hands. Now
you could see an enormous transformation in Spider Greg's face. Since his
last means of protection was gone, sheer panic entered his entire body
and any straight forward thinking capacity got lost. The reaction
reminded me a bit of my former self during my first encounter with Seth.
But what really counted for me now was that all my inner restrictions to
hurt someone else really badly had passed now. That sneaky creature had
tried to kill me in the snakiest way possible and so it was natural that
he had to pay for this. Finally I had a reason to behave really bad and
deep inside I was thankful that this had happened. Otherwise it would
have been hard to strike out the way I did now. In order to prepare
myself also mentally, I got out of my jacket and my muscle shirt so that
Spider Greg at first could have a good look at my well-defined and
muscular upper body. With all the tattoos and piercings that now became
visible, the scum in front of me now quickly realized what kind of
killing machine was making itself ready. So what I could see in his eyes,
was pure fear and panic. And even though he had no chance at all, he
stood up and tried to run away.

I gave him seconds, 'cause this meant more fun for me and then ran
quickly after him. It only took me seconds to catch him, grab his neck,
and force him to get back. I made him kneel down and before he could
think what to do next, I hit him real hard. First, I slapped his face and
also strangled him a bit so to bring his panic to the maximum. When he
fell down on the street, I continued giving him a nice treatment with my
boots. During the entire session, I was screaming like a warrior and
saying things like:

"You awful piece of shit. You're worth nothing. You can only destroy
other people's life. But now you'll pay. And you'll pay hard and for
everything, 'cause I bring justice! Be sure you will always remember me!"

Spider Greg was only whimpering now trying to cover his face with his two
hands. I only noticed by now that Lars and Seth stood around five meters
away from the scene: in front of Lars three guys had kneeled down and in
front of Seth the two other taller guys did the same. It was clear for me
immediately that they were forced on the ground by my two brothers and
now had to watch my performance. Because it had been so dark, Seth held a
flashlight in his hand and directed it to the scene, where I continued
the treatment of my victim. Later Seth told me that several times some of
the kneeling scum tried to look away, but they were quickly reminded by
my comrades that this was a mandatory lesson.

Because of the flashlight I could see that the kids looked heavily beaten
up. But still, as promised by Seth, it was nothing serious and not even
close to what I had done and was doing with Spider Greg. They all were
perfectly able to follow the party.

"Look carefully! 'Cause that's what's going to happen to you shortly. Do
you wankers understand?" Seth screamed and pulled heavily on the hair of
two of the guys who tried to scream but were prevented from doing so by
Lars who hit both of them nicely on their mouth so that they didn't dare
to speak up again.

During the entire action I was in an extremely excited mood. My dick was
fully hard almost all the time and it felt good to release all my
negative feelings and aggressions on scum like Spider Greg who didn't
deserve any better. When Seth and Lars gave me a sign that my strikes
were enough, it was hard for me at the beginning to stop. Before I did
so, I of course followed Lars' advice, put my new brace knuckles over one
of my hands and showed Spider Greg my iron gloves with my other hand:

"Which one shall I use?" I asked, but I didn't receive any answer, even
though I was kicking him again quite heavily with my boots.

Finally I decided for my brace knuckles, also because Lars' present had a
real meaning to me, and gave Spider Greg a nice slap into his face. The
mark that it left on his cheek was visible and would leave a nice scar.
That's from now on my handwriting, I thought with a smile and got
immediately reminded to Lars' words. Spider Greg - whose screaming had
turned into a mere whimpering - was no longer able to stand up on his
own. So I pulled him very aggressively upwards with both of my hands.
There was quite a lot of blood all over his body and I could only hear
him mumbling things that I couldn't understand except for "Please stop!"

"Listen, you dirty scum. I would love to kill you now and eliminate your
existence forever. The world would definitely be a better place without
you. But I'm not allowed to and different from you I follow orders. But
if you don't stay out of Chris' and our way from now on and forever,
you'll die next time. Plain and simple. And it won't be a nice death, be
sure of that! I'll make it last long. And there'll be no one to help you.
Do you understand this?" I screamed at him.

Spider Greg couldn't talk anymore, but nodded and made clear with one
hand that he had understood. I realized now that my hits had been
slightly too heavy, but on the other hand I was proud of it. Proud of my
strength, my values, and my ability to strike down each and every enemy
without any fear. This was an incredible feeling that almost made me cum
right away.

I let Spider Greg go and he fell down on the street again. I now started
one cigarette, inhaled deeply, and then said with the most sarcastic tone
that I had:

"You know what, you little sucker. I think you should have something like
a lasting memory of this night, don't you think?"

Again, the counter reaction only consisted of inaudible mumbling that one
could interpret as someone pleading for his life.

"Good that you share my view," I barked at him and then in a sudden move
I targeted my last strike in a way that the steel cap of my right boot
hit precisely and very hard the left knee of Spider Greg. I could hear a
slight breaking of bones, but this was overshadowed by my victim's
screams out of pain.

"By the way", I added. "Should you or anyone of your gang talk to the
police, we'll kill all of you. One for all and all for one, that's our
principle. I hope that's clear."

After that I turned to Seth and Lars who had a smile on their face and
were looking at me with pride and acknowledgement and asked:

"Comrades! Shouldn't we provide the same lasting memory to the other scum
that's kneeling down in front of you? I guess that would be fun and it's
also a matter of fairness and justice, don't you think?"

So to emphasize that I really meant what I said, I grabbed one of the
kneeling fivers and pulled him right into the middle of the scene next to
whimpering Spider Greg and made him kneel down again.

"I guess we start with you. That's fun, isn't it?" I said and looked at
him with disgust. The scum in front of me, but also the other four,
started to plead for their lives. As Seth had already predicted, the way
how they did it made clear to me again that they represented the cheapest
form of human existence and didn't know any form of honor. The shithead
kneeling now in front of me basically promised the whole world to me if I
didn't go on and also suggested that if I had to, I should continue my
treatment with Spider Greg.

"What worthless scum you are!" I shouted. "You really would betray your
friends first before you're ready to sacrifice anything on your own.
Someone like you is not worth living."

The scum kneeling in front of me now started to cry even heavier, 'cause
he believed that nothing could save him anymore and that his knee would
be smashed now inevitably. And again, as already had happened before, the
feeling of having absolute power over someone else was causing incredible
satisfaction with me. When I approached the previously so proud gang
member in quite a threatening manner, it was over. He couldn't hold back
anymore and started to pee into his pants, whereas two of the others who
were under Lars's grip seemed to lose their consciousness for some
minutes. That also happened because Lars had put one of his favorite toys
on his middle finger, which was a ring consisting of many steel needles
on the outside. And while holding the two firmly, he constantly
threatened them to beat them up again and try out the ring on their
faces. Only very shortly before his hand would have touched the scums'
faces, Lars interrupted his strike and enjoyed the shocked and terrorized
expressions.

Lars, Seth, and myself now pulled all of them upwards again so that they
could look right into my face, when I shouted:

"Ok. I see that you don't want my present, right? It's rather impolite
though, let me tell you that. You should have learned from home at least
that you don't reject a present that really comes from the heart. And by
the way, you stink like shit when you piss in your pants."

Then I grabbed the hair of the kid in front of me and pulled his head
backwards. He wanted to scream again, 'cause he expected the worst, but
didn't dare anymore.

"Please. We do everything. We'll stay out of the way in the future. I
promise, we promise that we'll no longer be in this gang. But please, we
don't wanna end up as a cripple. Please ..."

It was good to see that the scum obviously believed that we ... that I
was very serious. So my entire performance appeared to be credible to
them. That intensified my erection.

"Fine for now. You heard me before. If any one of you is ever in our way
again, we'll kill all of you. And you don't wanna know how we're going to
do it. It won't be an easy death, that's for sure. Hope this is clear," I
barked and as a sign of my contempt spit on the face of Spider Greg who
was laying on the street mumbling and losing his saliva in quite an
uncontrolled manner. Then I directed my angry eyes again to the guy in
front of me:

"As a kind of proof that you really mean it, you will send a text message
to your former friend Christian saying that you leave him in peace and
that from now on you'll never get in his way again. You hear me?"

The boy who was so much in panic that he would have agreed to kill his
own grandmother right away, nodded immediately and said:

"Yes, of course. Just as you say!"

"You will use his old number. It'll be dead shortly thereafter anyways.
And the message that you send in the name of all the other scum laying
around here will be sent within the next hour. Otherwise we'll come back
and I personally will fulfill all my promises to you. Is that clear?" I
asked and as a threat again directed my boot against his knee.

"Yes, I understand. I'll do what you want. Really. But please stop
hurting me," the kneeling scum pleaded.

Finally, I made the boy in front of me stand up again. In one move I
pulled down his pants that were still wet from his piss and so got to see
his rather unimpressive dick. I could see that standing half naked in
front of his torturer made him feel even more embarrassed. Also this I
enjoyed. I pushed him now closer to Spider Greg and said:

"I will count from 10 backwards now. By then you and I will take a leak
and pee at the scum that is lying down here. If you don't do it, I'll
change my mind again and will get back to my former idea of absolute
justice, 'cause your knee will then get the same nice treatment as the
one of your former boss."

"Please don't ... I promise I'll do everything ... I pay, I, I ..."

By then his voice had become inaudible. I looked at him very cold while
opening my zip and taking out my stiff tool.

"I'm not interested in this shit. Pee on him or you lose. I start
counting now: 10, 9, 8, 7 ..."

The poor guy was panicking now completely, but at least managed that some
drops came out of his dick. He was frightened that I would not see this
as sufficient and would continue beating him up. Therefore he was shaking
heavily. The piece of scum could really be happy and pray hail to the
lord that at this moment I didn't have time for him. I was going through
a completely different experience, 'cause even though I had a full
hard-on, an intense stream of piss left my dick rapidly and I targeted it
directly on Spider Greg's face. It was really satisfying to see that the
most evil scum was now at the total bottom line of his existence. All
power, all self-confidence - yes, the whole former personality of this
shithead - had gone away ... and all that thanks to my prior heavy
treatment.

Because of all this tension and energy around me I started to jerk off
and thought about everything that I had achieved so far. I was now a
respected member of the brotherhood, I enjoyed friendships that were so
intense that I wouldn't have believed that something even close to this
could exist, and also I had managed to leave most of the limitations of
old Daniel behind. Money meant nothing for me anymore and I led a life
that made sense and was guided by real values. And even better, I was
ready to fight hard for my beliefs against those who did really evil to
other people. These thoughts made me wank off heavily now. I forced the
scum in front of me to kneel down again and held him with a tight grip so
that he couldn't move. And even though he hadn't realized yet what was
really happening just now, he understood from my slap in his face that he
was supposed to open his mouth. He did so, 'cause he knew that this was
the only possible way to avoid any further beatings from me. I also made
sure that his nose was under my balls so that he would inhale the unique
mixture of precum and piss.

"Yeah, sniff it, you worthless scum. Take a deep breath and remember what
true manhood tastes like. You will take everything of my cum in your
mouth or I'll beat the shit out of you again. Maybe that'll make you a
better person," I screamed and so to turn on myself even more I was
thinking of the chorus lines of one of my favorite RAC songs that best
expressed my growing contempt for the outside world:


FUCK OFF - You don't know what we're about

FUCK OFF - Just shut your fucking mouth

FUCK OFF - No one cares what you say

FUCK OFF - So just go the fuck away

NOW!!!


While memorizing the lines, I also noticed that we all were a bit under
time pressure and so I made it quick. But the good thing was that
meanwhile I had achieved full control over my body. I was able to control
the intensity of my punches as well as my sex drive and libido. I had
truly turned into a wild sex and punching machine, I began to think.

Of course I knew that this time it was more about degrading my victim. So
when I got close, I started breathing heavily and made sure that my heavy
spurts of cum landed on the scum's face, shirt and jacket. Knowing that
we were short of time, I needed only some seconds to recover and then
started to close my pants, while the scum was still kneeling down.

"I told you that you were supposed to take everything in your mouth.
You're too stupid even for this. So I think we have to continue with our
treatment," I screamed.

"Noooo, please don't ... I tried, but ..." was what I got as an immediate
answer, while the scum also tried to cover his face, 'cause he thought
that a next round of beatings was about to come. He didn't know that I
was done and didn't feel like continuing, neither with Spider Greg who
didn't say a word any more nor with him. Both really started to bore me.

Suddenly, I heard the horn of our car and while all of us were leaving
the scene I once more turned back and shouted at the once so proud gang
members:

"By the way, you should get changed, 'cause all of you smell like piss.
That's not nice and also not very polite to friends like us!"

The three of us were laughing heavily and then jumped into the car.
Immediately thereafter Tom drove away as fast as he could with screeching
tires. After some minutes of silence, I exclaimed in quite a hilarious
mood:

"Wow, this was so good. Just incredible! Wow! Thanks for letting me be
part of this. I just loved it. I need to do this soon again. How long did
the whole thing take by the way?"

"17 minutes, so you were exactly right on timing. But even better, you
did a great job, brother. We're proud of you!" Seth said.

"But there's one thing," Lars continued. "We told you to disarm the scum
right away. How could you forget to check his legs? This could have
gotten really serious and there would have been no way any of us could
help you."

"Take it easy, brother, please. I did this on purpose," I replied. Lars
was looking at me like talking to a complete maniac, while Seth and also
Tom were smiling quietly.

"Yes, I did it on purpose, 'cause I needed a reason to become as mad as I
got. I wanted to see how this scum would react, 'cause obviously at the
beginning he believed that he had a huge advantage over me with his
knife. When I saw that he was ready to kill me, and not with his hands by
the way, but, being the sneaky coward that he was - with a knife, I lost
all my self-restrictions and was pretty proud of it. All the beatings
could then come deep from my heart, if you know what I mean," I said with
quite some pride.

"So our Chokee doesn't want to be a mere hooligan, right? He needs to
have a reason or a cause?" Seth replied with a smile on his face.

I nodded and asked Seth: "Is there something wrong about it?"

Seth took a deep puff from his cigarette, then handed it over to me to
finish it and said: "Well, normally it should be only up to me to decide
when and how to strike. Didn't we agree so?"

Suddenly I got extremely worried that Seth would explode now, 'cause
maybe he saw all this as if his ultimate authority had been challenged,
which was really not the case. But fortunately he went on after a short
pause and said:

"I think you're a good person and you need to have values to live up to,
right? Looking at it from this angle I think your test was ok. ... But
normally it's always the brotherhood that decides, not a single person.
Understand?"

I nodded. Thereafter Seth had a short call of not even one minute that I
didn't understand. Obviously the person on the other end of the line told
him something about filing a report and the time that needs to be filled
in. The answer of the person was obviously to Seth's satisfaction and he
HUNG up. Needless to say, I knew meanwhile that asking Seth about this
without a solid reason could have led to a disaster. So I kept quiet.

"We all go to Stealth Bar now and have some fun there, all right?" I want
each of us to be seen there," Seth told us, when Tom had almost reached
the parking ground of the center.

After Tom and Lars got out of the car, there was some silence between me
and Seth. Seth with his fine instinct noticed that something was
bothering me and stopped walking. He turned round, gave me a brotherly
hug, and said:

"You were really good tonight. I think one can really say that now you've
become a true part of us. But something's going on in your mind, right?
Speak up!"

"It's difficult to explain. I mean, I really enjoyed this day and it
brings a lot of fun and satisfaction to educate Keith and Chris-Boy and
to bring justice to scum like Spider Greg. It was no problem at all for
me to cum," I said.

"But? ... Come on, Chokee, get to the point! I don't feel like waiting
here endlessly," Seth replied with some impatience.

"I'm frightened that you and the brothers expect me now to give up my
submissive side completely. I mean, this is a part of me and I don't
think I can give it up completely. I just love it," I tried to explain.

Seth started laughing out loudly now and took his time to answer. But
then in one move he pressed me against his body so that I could feel from
one second to the other the entire power of this man. It was also good to
feel his half-erect tool on my crotch. I shortly closed my eyes to enjoy
this feeling, but then I had already Seth's tongue in my mouth who kissed
me wildly and aggressively.

"Don't you think that I know exactly what you need? After all it's me and
the brotherhood who created the new you, didn't we?" Seth said looking at
me with his steel-blue eyes.

He then grabbed my arm and pushed me to the inside of the center. But he
didn't go to the bar area, but instead directed us to one of the
bathrooms. In there he forced me into one of the cabins, sat down on the
toilet seat and then made me kneel down in front of him. The entire
action hadn't taken longer than one or two minutes, so Seth could still
see the surprise in my eyes about this latest move.

"That's what you like, pervert, right? And that's how you want it to be,"
Seth said while touching my bald head with his firm hand. I guess my
moans were sufficient for Seth to realize that he was of course right.

"I think first you need your energy drink now. You didn't have that for
quite some time. So, open your mouth, bitch!"

I did immediately as told. Seth quickly opened his pants, took out his
enormous tool and then started taking a leak into my mouth. The taste and
the feeling going along with this were just awesome and I paid attention
so that I could drink as much as possible.

"That's what my Chokee-bitch likes now, right? Now, take my cock into
your mouth and lick it clean. And then you give me one of your master
blow-jobs. And you better be good," Seth ordered me.

The taste of his cock was as overwhelming as usual and fortunately it
grew to its full size only within seconds. I also licked and played with
his balls to make Seth even hotter.

"Yeah, that's good. Serve your master. Never forget: you only exist
through me!" Seth moaned.

Suddenly he made me stand up, quickly turned me around and then made me
sit down on his lap while he was entering me hard and without remorse
with his stiff cock. The feeling was incredible. All the action that had
gone on before this brought the ultimate relief to me and I guess it was
only Seth who really knew about the deep split that existed in my mind
between dominance and my addiction to submission.

Seth fucked me as hard as usual forcing my ass moving up and down.

"Yeah, that's what my Chokee-Boy needs. You need to be fucked and
controlled. Sit on my tool and make your master happy. That must be your
sole purpose in life," Seth screamed.

He was fucking me now as hard and wildly as ever, while his hands were
touching all parts of my body. He also twisted my nipples several times
which brought me to the edge even more. But when I tried to touch myself,
he almost got mad and shouted:

"No! It's only about me, stupid bitch! Stop being egotistic and focus on
your master! How often do I have to tell you this?"

I stopped immediately. After some further minutes Seth suddenly stopped
his fucking strokes and made sure that his tool was deep inside me while
I was sitting on him not being able to move at all. Then Seth came wildly
into my ass and he was roaring like a wild lion. For someone standing
outside the cabin all this would have sounded like a hard rape that was
going on. To me being filled by Seth who still was my absolute master was
an incredible feeling. It fulfilled all my needs for submission that came
out so strongly when I was down at the parking area. Therefore I was also
moaning like crazy.

When Seth was done, he pushed me down, held my head firmly with both of
his hands, and made sure that I licked his tool completely clean.

"Good boy! Clean your master! Also pay attention to my balls!" Seth said.

After some moments of complete silence, Seth started to dress up again
and told me also to do so. Still in the toilet cabin he suddenly grabbed
my ass and stroked it firmly, while two of his fingers were playing with
my anus. Even though I had just cum twice within the last hour, this
caused an incredible feeling and so I closed my eyes and moaned slightly.
Seth took another deep puff from the cigarette that he held in his other
hand and gave me a friendly, but hard slap on my head. Then he pulled my
head close to his mouth and whispered in the most self-confident and
natural manner in my ear:

"Never forget! No one can fuck the shit out of you just as good as I do.
And you obviously need it. So I guess it's also in your best interest
that everything stays this way and you don't wanna make your master
angry, right?"

To me everything felt just so incredibly hot that I closed my eyes and
moaned:

"I just need your cock in my ass. Nothing feels better than this. Please
never stop, brother!"

Seth paused for a moment, smiled, and then went on: "Good boy! My tool
will always watch out for you! Now, go upstairs and clean yourself. Our
little yellow games and your treatment of the scum have left quite a mess
on your pants, but they need to stay a secret between us, right? But make
it quick and then come back to the bar. The brothers need to see you
there."

When I looked a little lost, Seth laughed and explained:

"Remember the phone call I had in the car? That was a police officer who
is friends with us. He told me that if the scum dares file a police
report he'll make sure that the report, with which the police computer
will be filled, states that the event took place between 9 and 10 pm. And
exactly for that time, we're going to have an alibi, 'cause all of us
will be at Stealth by then. Right?"

I was speechless now, which Seth obviously enjoyed. Again he had planned
everything in detail.

"Come on, it's 8.20pm now. Make it quick and then come downstairs to
Stealth. I'll be waiting there!"