Making him proud!
After celebrating the bachelor of my roommate
girlfriend we partied a bit to long for a soon day it was already 1 am. I must
have been a bit more buzzed the realised at first since my short cut tuned out
to lead me to completely different part of town, it looks kind of low income.
Could not remember the way back in current state I pulled out my new
Smartphone, dad just bought me, only to realise I didn’t recharge at the party.
So much for me calling a cab, great. Luckily I could make out the a that advertised
for one of these small stores that had open till the early morning at the end
of the street. So I thought to you could call a cab from there. In exchange for
using the telephone I get also something to eat and some instead coffee as
well, after all I a social studies lecture at 9 am.
I started running down the street my Smartphone still in my hand, I didn’t want to be in this dirty looking part of town any longer then I had to. As I was about to turn the corner I bumped into someone. The impact few me to the grown, and I could hear the display of my Smartphone shattering. With put even looking up angry screamed. “Idiot, that was now you will pay for a new one!”. As I looked up and realised how I just bumped into I realised what the mistake this had been.
In front of me stood a mid-filthy looking skinhead. A feeling sickness and fear came over me this guy didn’t look like he would just ignore that and let me walk of. Before I could even mumble an apology he pulled me up and in front of this face looking angry into my eyes. I was so close I could smell the disgusting cheap cigarette he was smoking. “I’m… *cough*” as I tried to still him how sorry I was he below his cigarette smoke right in my face. The feeling of disgust and the coughing were short lived as I felt sudden pain, without saying a word he had ram his knee against stomach.
As I recoil in pain on the ground, put me in a chokehold cover my mouth and nose with one rough hand. Only now I had noticed the swastika on the armband. I was done not only had I just angered a skinhead, I had angered a Nazi skinhead. Unable to scream or breath I started to struggle, fearing for my life, but I could not even move. “Your father must have missed to teach you basic manners, boy! Don’t worry boy I will teach you some!” He said in my ear. And then the world faded in black.
My body felt t strongly numb, as tried to move but I couldn’t. I opened my eyes to find myself strapped a padded metal chair. The rubber gag in my mouth had just a hole for me to breath and the leather straps mad it impossible for me to move, not even my head could move the smallest bit. The only thing I could see was a flat screen on a brick wall running a screen saver program.
The sound of a metal door open frighten me I head heavy steps. “Oh, my boy your already awake, good. Hope you like the char my father’s work. Still feeling the aesthetic, I gave you after you blacked out in the street I bet.” I heard the voice of the form behind me. I felt a cold rough hand stroke over my head… my shaved head! That freaking Nazi had kidnapped me strap me to this thing and shave my head. I tried to scream for help, he just laughs. “No use boy even if down here now would here you any way this just to spare me any stupid questions or bagging.”, he sad almost casual.
“Relax my boy. Here this will help with that”,
he said as I felt a needle pricing my neck and injecting me with god knows
what. He headphone on me and said pleased: “This should keep you from getting
bored”. The headphone plays some calming sounds.
The stuff he gave me must have start had started to take effect since I felt no longer stressed or any kind of fear relaxed. As a calm voice started to talk to me. It told me to relax watch the screen just watch the screen. And so I did there was nothing to do any but watching the screen the voice was right.
After a while just watching the screensaver pictures of skinhead and short clips of skinhead fucking and sucking each other of the voice told me to keep watching just watching. I felt a pain again in my neck and in my penis shortly after the vice start to tell me I liked watching the skinhead licked watching them and that the gay skinhead sex on. But… but… I was straight, right? The voice told me told me that’s why my cock was so hard right now. Yes, it was hard almost painful the voice must be right… Yes, that made sense. So I kept watching the voice reminded me that liked watching skinhead and liked watching skinhead having sex. That I was a skinhead that liked rough skinhead sex only liked gay rough skinhead sex that I never had any interest in women. This was right my throbbing cock proved it felt so good watching other skinhead fucking and sucking I just wanted to join.
At some after point watching the screen for a while if felt the gag getting removed but I did not scream for help I just kept watching and licensing. Not even locked away from the screen as something rubbery was put over my mouth and. I was fixated images shown like the voice told me. I don’t know how long I had been watching after this, when I suddenly started smelling something familiar … smoke cigarette smoke. After a few light coughs I got used to the taste and smell that now accompanied the images on screen and die voice from the headphones.
Some time I felt a short pain in neck and my penis but couldn’t get my mind to focus on anything but the images and the voice. The way had also started telling me more thing that I liked the smell and that of cigar smoke and it was right I did start liking it and that I actually always enjoyed it only lied about not liking it. Yes, that right I always liked the smell and was just scared to start smoking before now, even if I always wanted it…
First I didn’t notice but the screen had at some point start showing pictures and short clips of skinhead smoking and enjoying it I felt envy of them.
Every time I could no longer keep my eyes open to watching the images on screen I felt to short pins in my neck and after the short shock, I was awake again still tired but unable to fall asleep. Thanks to this I had been able to keep watching the screen enjoying the cigarette smoke and obey the vice from the headphones.After a blissful eternity the rubbery thing in front of my mouth and nose was short removed and something salty was feed to me. Someone told me to swallow since he knew I loved it. I did as he told and swallow it, without ever looking away from the screen. He kept telling me how good it was and how much I loved it and since I was eating it all that would proves just that … yes that makes sense I eat it so I love the taste…
I don’t know how often the I was feed between watching the images and enjoy the cigarette smoke. Until the screen started showing different pictures the same older looking Skinhead, seamed familiar, I stared wonder the voice said. “He looks familiar, doesn’t he? Of course you own father looks familiar.”. Something felt wrong he wasn’t my father… I think… thinking felt so hard. Before I could finish this thought vice told me: “he is your father he has taken you in and loves you and you love him. You’re his son, he made you his son.” What made his son… I don’t… “He feed you his seed and raised you as a skinhead”. My fathers seed?” He is your father and he loves you and you love him. You love the taste of your fathers seed, that’s why eating it.”. Eating my fathers seed and loving the taste…” Remember the taste you love the thing was feed to you is your fathers seed and you love that’s way you ate it…” Yes, I did eat it, now I started remembering, and I love the taste. I love the taste of my fathers seed. “his seed makes you his Son he raids you in his image as a skinhead and you feed on his seed to become more like him his son more! His seed changes you, it lets you become his son, that’s why you love the taste of your fathers seed boy!”. Yes, I love my fathers seed, his seed changes me into his son.
The vice kept telling me more about me father
how I came to him leaving my old family since they never would accept my true
self the skinhead I was inside. That he taken me in became my teacher my master
and followed and obey him without question becoming more and more my true self
feeling happy than ever before. That I worked that had stopped going to the
university and had started working in the same construction company as he did.
He and his Skinhead gang had become my family my only true family. We became so
close that he wants me to be his son. And how happy I felt after he told me
this. How he started feeling me his seed filling my ass even know I hated
getting fuck that I love getting fuck by him so his seed could fill me change e
After some feeding of my fathers seed the screen had started showing the skinhead and skinhead fuck sessions again but also now pictures Nazi skinhead, SS uniforms, differed and Nazi symbols. The voice reminded me that I was a Nazi skinhead, just like my father and my skinhead brothers and that I served the 4th Reich. And also reminded me how I ran from the leftist fools I once call family to my true father how he helped me the free my Nazi skinhead self. That I was his loyal Nazi soldier that I call him Sir that I served the Reich under him. That I feed on his Aryan seed to become this true Nazi Skinhead son loyal to him and the 4th Reich.
It was impossible to tell for me how time passed or the feeding with the Aryan seed of my father had enjoyed when the screen went black and my father stood inform of me removing the breathing mask. As raised his right arm and proud said “SIEG HEIL” like a reflex without a single thought I stood up and replied loudly with pired filling my voice “SIEG HEIL, Sir”. I had even notice that I was no longer strapped to the chare and my head no longer fixated, or when this head happened. The last thing I remember before collapsing is seeing my father proudly smiling at me.
Feeling a little weak I woke up in a strange
room. no now I remember this was my room I stood up and raids my right arm
still naked proclaiming proudly “I SERVE THE REICH, I SERVE MY MASTER SIEG
HEIL” facing the swastika pained on the wall, like I did every day since moving
in with my master. Now every think came back to my father had order me to
undergo a special training exercise last week, in order to become a better Nazi
skinhead in his image, he had told me I would feel a bit groggy and would no
time. Then I looked at my clock it was 4.54 pm and Saturday, father was most
likely getting ready go out with their skinhead. Not wanting my Master to get
anger for not being read to march the street with them I had to shave my head
smooth and get gear.
After shaving at the small tub in my room I
went to the wardrobe. All my Gear and work clothes and all is boot all lined up
in military fashion. Smiling I reached for to old work sox my Father gave me he
had worn them for a month, I pulled them out of the zipper plastic bag and took
in the smell of my master’s feet, my father’s manly smelling feet. A bit horny
I put them on and follow by my shirt bleachers and white suspenders. Since I
was short on time I chose to wear my 20 hole boots instead of my favorite 30 hole
ones. I loved the contrast of the white
lase with the black boots always filled me with pure pride.
I walked in the living room my Father was on
the sofa licencing to Burn out a German nationalis rock band, I could not get enough of, too.
After properly greeting my father and Master with: “SIEG HEIL, SIR”. Stood up
and replied:” SIEG HEIL, MY SON”. Stand to attention was awaiting orders, as he
walked up to me smiling and said “how do you feel my son after your special
training.”. I answered: “Great sir, I’m now a better servant to you and the 4th
Reich sir!”. “Do you love your father,
son?” my father asked. “Of course I love you father more than anyone you are my
father my family, sir!”. “And your old family what do you think of them?” he
continued. “I hate them sir they are Ignorant left leaning monkey that can’t
see that to only future for this country will stay strong is becoming part of
the 4th Reich. Uniting with our Aryan brothers under a strong single party
sir!” I answered honestly.
“Son, get on your knees and earn your masters Aryan Seed!”, he ordered! Dropped on my knees in front of my master open his bleachers and already licking my lips at sight of is glories Aryan manhood! Unable to help myself from hungry started liking is already semi hard cock and greedy lick up the salty taste of dried work sweat and old piss, loved it, before swallowing it hole and sucking him off. As He cum in my mouth he raised is arm and screamed: “SIEG HEIL” and spilling is tasty Aryan seed in my mouth!
Smiling my father handed me a box of this favourite cigarettes proclaiming: “You’ve earned these it time to start smoking yourself. And to celebrate you finishing the special training we will go and get you your inked a I think a SS rune your chest and a swastika between your shoulders is is a good start for you!”. Happily, I reply: “Thank you, sir.”.
My father called our brother that owned the tattoo
place to get ready for his boy getting his first ink, mean while I was enjoy
the taste of my first pack of cigarettes the taste mixed with the after taste