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Where do I go from here?
by millersdad
WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE?Okay, so the situation i'm in is pretty much my fault. Well, i shouldn't say my fault, but i'm responsible for where i'm at. Mostly. I had a couple "pushes" from a friend of mine.
A good friend, and maybe he was responsible for more than a few pushes to help get me where i am today.
Now, where do i start? Me? My name's miller. I'm a former marine (okay, once a marine, always a marine.. unless you're a scumbag and dishonorably discharged) but i'm no longer active duty. A boy that came straight off the farm from upstate new york. You can say i led a pretty sheltered life. I'm 6'4" blue eyes and medium brown hair that i had worn a high n' tight horseshoe for my years in the corps. Sorry to break it to ya, but i'm not drop-dead handsome. I'm just an ordinary looking guy. Shortly after finishing my boot camp at P.I. (hellya, i ain't one of them hollywood marines) i got the mandatory eagle, globe and fouled anchor tats on my left forearm. Couple guys that i went through bootcamp with got the bulldog with USMC either on the dogs collar or somewhere around 'chesty'. Then i was a REAL marine, not some crank-yanking recruit or wanna-be. (i got out as a staff sergent if you're really taking notes and all that curious). Yeah, my time in service i found out a lot about the ways of the world. Me and a couple of my men used to go out and whore around in various ports around the globe. I could tell you stories of the moma-sans in Oki and the best spot for cheap, reasonably clean hookers in most the other places around the pacific. Then things started to change about 1 ½ years before i decided to get out of the corps. We were out on a float and had pulled into the Phillipines. My unit was picking up 3 newbies. Two of them were fresh from training. The third, a corporal, this was to be his first deployment. Trust me when i say it's normally a pain in the ass when you get new guys in. They're all gung-ho and shit, but they're dumb as fuckin' rocks and you have to start from ground zero and teach them the real ways of the corps. The two privates (one was a pfc, graduated top of his class from bootcamp) i passed off to my sergent to play nursemaid. The corporal was gonna be my go-to man, or at least that was the hole he was going to fill due to lance corporal Dunning's time being up and he was returning to the world of civilians after his time was up. I'd miss the runs in boots and ut's with Dunning. There had been many a night out and getting back just in time to join our platoon for morning run. I don't even want to discuss the number of times either Dunning or i had to drop to the side to relieve ourselves of excess alcohol and then catch up with the rest of the guys. But we were both shit-hot and the gunny rarely did more than shake his head as he heard us puke our guts out.
Weis was the new corporal that had the privilege of joining my outstanding group of men. He had a look about him that told me he wasn't scared and would settle in nicely with the other men. The two others were wide-eyed and scared as shit. They were like puppy dogs trying to please and prove themselves. Yup. They were gonna be a pain to get broke in right and i knew then that i had made the right decision in passing both them turds off to Sgt. DeVies. Now i have to give you and idea of what Weis looks like. If he stood 5'6" I'd be surprised. But he had an infectious smile, a sense of humor that i appreciated and a certain self-assuredness about him that made me take an immediate liking to him. Weis was white, with a cropped head of blond hair. He had some tats too. But not all of them were fresh. In fact some scars marked certain parts of his flesh where he'd had some removed (as i found out later when we were knocking back more than a couple cold ones). Come to find out, he'd had some ink that wasn't..... politically correct and the marine corps said if he wanted to join, they had to come off. So this little light green marine had ink back when he was in his early teens.
I used to smoke marlboro reds, but gave them up my 3rd year in. When you're a ground pounder smoking isn't the wisest choice, though plenty of my men did anyway. I found other ways of dealing with my stress. Weis dipped. Copenhagen snuff was his tobacco of choice. I never could understand using moist tobacco. Just me i guess. Sure didn't foul the air of others, but just didn't strike me as anything i'd care to do. Gross and disgusting are words that came to mind when i saw Weis dip.
About two months after the new guys joined us, it was time to return to the USA. Home sweet home. In the time from Weis coming on board, we had become pretty good mates.
No, he didn't go out whoring with me and (now) one other guy (miss ya Dunning!) but we had a great working relationship and we worked well together. He never bitched when i had to pull long hours working on the projects that the major had given to the gunny and it rolled downhill to me and he knew that i expected him to be there, right beside me. He'd just talk quietly to me practically the whole damned night. Sometimes i wish he'd just shut up, but he was there with me, knocking out the work, so who was i to bitch too hard? Besides, like i said, i missed about 90% of what he said anyway. When he take a long pause, i knew he'd asked me something and was waiting for a response. I'd grunt or same something really vague and off he'd go, rambling on, again
Thank god my divorce was final and there were no kids involved. The ex? To say she hated military life would be an understatement of profound proportions. Me on the otherhand had NO difficulty when it came down to her ultimatum. "it's either me or the marine corps..." "ta ta, and don't let the door hit ya in the ass!" was my response to her! Good riddance!
"Have you thought about living out in town rather than in the barracks?" Weis inquired.
"yeah, it would have advantages, but the price is right living in the barracks and this way i can put more money away for my college degree" was the response i gave him the first time he asked. The barracks were priced right, but there were many drawbacks. What you could have in your room... Who you could have in your room. What you could put on the walls. The more Weis asked, the more reasons i could come up with on why i was ready to move out in town and get a place. Was it the ideas he'd just casually mention during our late nights of work? By the time we hit stateside, i couldn't wait to find a nice inexpensive place to call home that was outside the gates of the base.
Weis was naturally going to come along, as i could tell that barracks life wouldn't suit him and hell, we got along, so i really didn't see a downside. Until i started looking at the prices they wanted for rent. Him being a corporal, i knew what he made. Beside, corporals weren't supposed to live out in town. If i wanted a place anywhere close where it wouldn't take us 45 minutes to get to work, two bedroom apartments were outrageous. I did find a big one bedroom and knew that with a sleeper sofa and the bedroom, Weis and i could make this work. I was all excited when after signing the papers, i gathered up Weis and went to show him the place. It wasn't in the best area, but i didn't feel like going out whoring that much. Weis assured me that he was pretty much a home-body now that he was away from all his mates he hung with before coming into the corps.
"Come take a look at what i've got set up on this thing" Weis chirped.
As i approached, he was all smiles. On the screen of the computer i had bought at the PX was a bunch of flashing pictures. All sorts of different photos.
"Why have ya got them going so fast? I can barely appreciate them before they change" i complained.
"You are such a fart" he moaned in mock disgust. "Just park it here and check it out. If they went faster you wouldn't really see 'em" he explained. "Any slower and it would be just another slow-ass bad slideshow."
So to amuse him i did park in front of the screen and watched with appreciation what he had put together. In a matter of just a couple weekends, in his spare time he had assembled pictures of all varities. Some military, some females in various states of un-dress. Others were of americana. On occasion i'd see a flash of some written words, but i never caught exactly what they said. After my duty night, i couldn't wait to get home to Weis. I can't even begin to express the bond that had developed between us. We were a well oiled machine. At work we seriously kicked ass. The gunny soon found himself having flashbacks to how smooth his guys worked when it was me and dunning keeping the neanderthals in line. Me and Weis made the gunny's life easy. (and trust me, that made our lives easier). He'd get in there and tinker with the photos, as he found more and different shots he found interesting. I can't tell you the number of times he wanted me to check it out and figure out the changes he'd made since the last time he had me park and view.
"My turn for duty" the note said, "Go to the ACDSee program and check out what i worked up for ya!" Weis had scratched on a post-it, planted squarely in the middle of the display. "You are such a computer geek" i mumbled to myself, thinking of that little hunk. So after i got cleaned up and chowed i went to the computer. There wasn't shit on the tube tonight anyways. Now i know how to turn the damn thing on, and can semi-navigate my way around, but i was certainly not in Weis' league. After slowly hunting around, i found what i thought was the folder that Weis wanted me to view. Before starting it, i instinctively grabbed the set of headphones that i had bought Weis after then people living on the other side of the paper-thin walls complained of the "noise" coming from our place. Weis dead-panned "they just don't know good music when they hear it!"
You should see the production that he'd put togther. He had music tied into the program. First, it started with the really tinny, garage sounding band, then a light show started on the screen. Shortly thereafter photos started coming up. But he had synchronized the whole thing to the music that was playing. I'm serious, you should have seen this thing! Musta taken him days to put this together, though i knew in the back of my head that he had just kept refining that initial slideshow he'd shown me those weeks ago. But had he ever dressed this thing up. The music, that border that sometimes swirled around the pictures, other times it took over the whole screen. Then it would go away and all i could see was the rapidly passing pictures.
The music. I have to tell ya that i wasn't all that crazy about the music he'd mixed his little display to. Nothing that i had heard before, and nothing close to what i was used to listening to. I guess he called it Oi! But i have to admit, it does grow on ya. Just like Weis said it would. Seems there were still something flashing up on the screen other than the pictures and the swirling background, but i'd be fucked if i could figure out what it said. After about the 3rd or maybe it was the 4th hour of watching his little show that night, i really didn't care to try and figure out what else was there other than what i could see. Fuck it! It was kick-ass cool and fun to watch and that's all that really counts, ain't it? (here's a hint, don't disagree or i'll have to stomp your little peckerwood head into the fuckin' ground!)
"Hey, sarge! There's a cool program i found online. But they want like 20 bucks for it..." Weis trailed off. I knew exactly where this was going and it was just easier to authorize it now than have him piss and moan until i gave in... he and i knew eventually i would. I have to say this in honest terms, though not necessarily the most flattering... Weis giggled like a school girl after he got it downloaded (he had long since known all my pin numbers and credit card numbers, but he never abused them or used them without permission.) "Can i see what you're wasting my hard earned money on now?" i growled, but belied myself with the smirk i was wearing on my face.
"Aaaah, not yet sarge" he teased. "Not till i'm all set up to go with it..."
I knew more than to argue or try to rush him. When it was ready for me, it'd be ready. It was maybe 45 minutes later that i heard him plead for me to come see, come see! As i rounded the corner, Weis was spinning the chair to the side so he could rise and i could park in the pre-heated seat. He was putting in a fresh lipper of his copenhagen as he leaned over by my side to watch me give approval to his newest creation. He grabbed his spit cup and moved it out of my way. I had once knocked it over and it was a bloody mess to clean up.
"While i'm parked here, mind if i bum a dip from ya?" i asked without any real thought to what i had just asked. "Sure mate, i'll grab ya a cup" was his reply with his ever-present easy-going grin on his face. I didn't have that SNAP-SNAP thing down, to pack the cope, but i tried to match his technique that i had seen him do so many times before. I twisted off the lid and took a good size, three finger pinch and placed it in my mouth the way i had studied Weis place his. As i was brushing off all the spilled bits of copenhagen from my cammies Weis passed me one of the dozen or so fast food plastic cups that lined our kitchen shelves where glasses in a normal house would reside. "Let's get this thing fired up!" i shouted as the music in the headsets had begun already and not realizing that i was yelling and that his little treat had already begun running. (when did he start that? When he was passing me my spit cup?)
If you've never dipped before let me just tell you this, as Weis so succinctly put it...
"that stuff is kickin' your ass, mate!"
And it was. But it felt soooo cool, the sounds, the shit going on on the screen, the dip making my head spin. I was so fucking lightheaded i can even begin to shout how i felt. I was buzzed and i rarely had felt more alive! DAMN!!! check this shit out! I was seriously moshing to this whole thing. If the cord on the headphones would have let me, i'd have been up stompin' the floor! Damn! Damn!
"No. Go buy your own goddamn dip. I tired of you moochin' off me, you bogarting son-of-a-bitch" was Weis' response when i tried to bum another tin from him. I had probably bummed pretty close to a whole roll of ten cans from him. So i had developed me a little habit. I wasn't fuckin' up anybody else's air, and there was nothing like a fresh lipper first thing in the morning. Or after a good meal that Weis had cooked up for me and that 'homemade brew' that was ever present... or just before settling in in front of the screen to see what my little man had come up with for me this time. Or before we hit the sack. But when i gave him that look, half begging, half "i'll make your life hell at work if you don't..." Weis gave in and passed me his can. There was maybe 1/3 of a can left. Just about right for me to pack one nice lipper to take me through the night. He was pissed that i emptied the can, but he didn't say a word. There was another can or two in the fridge. I'd stop by the PX and restock for us tomorrow.
"Maybe we can save some bucks by getting a pair of clippers and doing our own" Weis suggested that friday morning before we headed in. I promised i would think about it. Every monday there were inspections. Too bad, so sad if you didn't get a haircut saturday or sunday. Because you WOULD fail inspection. Then the gunny would be all over ya. Never a good thing. So at noontime, while i was over at the px to grab a couple rolls of cope for us, i checked and they had a couple sets of clippers there too. There was two sets of really cheesey ones and then one set that looked pretty decent. On base, cuts cost $4.oo. Out in town they went for 5 to 7 bucks. Then you had to tip, of course. Me, with my hnt horseshoe, i had found a couple barbers that did decent horseshoes. There was one guy, a big guy that did an awesome job. In the same shop there was a gal, that was my second choice if the big guy wasn't available, or his line was too long. So for me, it was a tenner a week for the cut and tip. Keep the barber happy, and i get to walk around for a whole seven days looking sharp with my hnt horseshoe.
I did the math in my head. Figured it would take just over 2 months to pay for the clippers if Weis and i did our own. Hell, even if he couldn't master my sharp horseshoe, i could do his. He always wore his cropped cut, harkening back to his skinhead days prior to joining the marines. I didn't understand that whole skinhead thing anyway. Skinheads were city boys with too much energy left at the end of the day. Farm boys, if we had too much piss and vinager at the end of the day, our Pa's would be sure to work us harder until we weren't looking for anything after the day but i hot bath and the bed. What the hell, along with the rolls of cope, i had the lady behind the counter grab the decent set. I paid up and was on my way back over to our shop to finish out the work week. Neither of us was pulling weekend duty so i'd get to spend quality time with just him and me. I was dying to see what he had worked up for me to watch this time. It's hard to explain, but i was really excited about the prospect of seeing what Weis had come up with.
Friday afternoon came and soon it was knock-off until tuesday. This was a long weekend and we'd have it just to ourselves. We loaded ourselves up in my pov (privately owned vehicle) and off we went to our humble abode. "Hey, you mind if i get into your program before we eat?" i asked Weis. "Just hold your sorry ass off until after we eat sarge, then i promise i've got something extra special for ya, okay?" was his response. Not what i wanted to hear, but i was willing to live with it.
Dinner was outstanding. He fixed some fresh fish fillets with a sauce, veggies, and some rice pilaf. Washed down with plenty of his special concoction that he refused to ever disclose the ingredients of. I didn't care, it was tasty and have developed quite the taste for.
It was about 7:30 when we finished the meal and cleaned up. "Mind if i borrow your car for a bit? You'll be tied up with the computer tonight anyway..." Weis asked.
"For what?"
"If i wanted you to know, i'd have told you. It's a surprise, damn it" Weis clipped back at me. Well, my birthday was close at hand, and it was payday, so i figured that maybe i shouldn't ask too many questions. "sure, here" as i tossed the keys to him.
"Okay mate, tonight i've worked up something extra special for you. So you enjoy and i'll be back before midnight, promise."
"Now don't be picking up any strange marines out in town." i teased.
"Promise" was his reply. Before leaving he placed me in my computer chair, passed me a fresh can of cope, my spit cup, asked me if i needed to piss (i assured him i didn't) and placed the headset over my ears. I watched as he adjusted the volume to just short of "rupturing eardrums/incur permanent hearing loss" he smiled, we exchanged a quick kiss and he was out of sight by the time i had packed a nice fatty in my lips and sat back for the show i was about to experience.
This was some monster driving shit that he'd worked up. The women were long gone. There were flashes of words. And i could read them. I can't remember real clear what they said even now, even though everything was like in hyperspeed, i could see each and every photo of all the skins, their docs, their braces, them getting their crops. Guys with these huge-ass lippers. Skins. Them kissing one another, the comeraderie, the love. It was simply the shit! And Weis had the program set up so it just didn't loop through when it reached the end. There was all these little changes each time with different photos, different words, different nudges. It sucked me in, and not only did i not mind, i was drawn in so i felt part of it. It was so wicked cool. I can't even tell you in words. It really didn't bother me to see some of these skins bound, some gagged. Getting fucked, sucking. Guys with shaved heads and bodies with these huge wads of dip in their mouths. Without even being aware, i opened my can and packed another huge amount of cope not only in my lower lip, but i packed my upper lip too. Man, lust washed over me and i didn't want it to end. There wasn't anything weird about it, not really. If it wasn't your cup of tea, well then you didn't have to watch. But i had never, ever seen some of the things that i was seeing and somehow feeling right now, right this minute. I had only been watching it maybe half an hour i'd guess when the earphones were removed from my head. I turned in my chair and there was Weis. There was a huge grin on his face and a massive piece of gauze on his right arm when he proudly said. "It's just after midnight and I didn't turn into a pumpkin" (after midnight? What? Really? What the fuck. Who cares.)
"How's my little miller man doin, babe?" he asked. Practically cooing.
I was at a loss. I had a hard time putting a sentence together in my head, no less speak the works.
"Look what i got" Weis said and he turned his head towards his bandaged arm. Slowly, carefully he peeled away the surgical tape and gauze to display an awesome tribal piece of ink work. My jaw dropped. It was beautiful and it was perfect on him. Unsteadily i rose out the chair and and hugged him so tight i thought he might not be able to breath. "Easy, boy, easy" he barely spoke. I was squeezing the air out of him. I released him, allowing Weis to catch his breath. "You like?" he asked.
"I LOVE" was the only response i could honestly come back with.
"What you wanna do now?" he asked of me. My brain was still a fog and i had no clear idea of what i really wanted to do. "What would YOU like to do?" i responded
He just gave me that smart-assed grin that he seems to constantly wear and he went up on his toes and pulled me down and planted his tongue firmly in my mouth. I was hoping i knew what was coming next; that he'd drag me into the bedroom and have his way with me. That's really what i wanted. I think he knew it too. But i wasn't ready just yet. That's what he told me anyhow.
He ordered me to the bathroom. Where i was told to take out all my dip (not my dip!) and shit, shower and shave. While i was in the bathroom, he was out on the computer. I could hear him humming as i was drying myself. When i was all through i told him i was set. "Did you brush your teeth, little man?" I turned quickly, grabbed the brush and ran water over it and squished some paste on the bristles. This time when i was through, i called to Weis and let him know i was ready for whatever was next. He came in and took my hand and gently led me to the bed. This was it. Something that i had never done before, something that i had never thought of doing before, something i never thought was in me, was about to happen. He guided me to the bed, wordlessly directing me on my back. He made sure the pillow was placed to give my head good support and turned out the bedroom light. Now only the light filtering in from the livingroom lamp made its way to our bed. He hadn't even touched me and i was aroused beyond anything i had ever imagined. But Weis just sat on the edge of the bed and gently caressed my naked body. Saying these words to me so softly that i felt he was making love to me with only them. The touch of his fingers so light that it was easy to drift off while the whole time he kept talking gently to me.
"miller..." i heard in the distance. "miller.... mate... time to rise and shine..."
i came to. Expecting to see the sun up and us ready to start our saturday. But the sun was many hours from waking. "Come with me, miller man" was his only words. I followed as he lead me, yet again to the computer screen. "Sit." he said simply. And i did.
"Pack yourself and get relaxed" Weis spoke gently. With no words uttered, i did as he directed. I opened a can of copenhagen and packed a nice fatty. My stained spit cup at the ready.
"More" was his only directive. So i snapped the can to pack it tight and placed another, even larger wad in my mouth.
"Almost, boy, one more for good measure."
After the third load, there was over half a can of the lovely necter called copenhagen in my aching lip. I started to become aroused. Not from any touch, simply by having the copenhagen enveloping the inside of my mouth. I glanced up, at Weis. Looking for approval. He smiled and gave me the faintist of nods. He turned the chair towards the screen and then reached for my spit cup and removed it from my reach. "You're going to have to gut it, my little man. Gut it all."
With that, he placed the headset back over my ears and activated a brand new program. This one contained none of the images i was used to seeing. Nearly from the moment it started i went into this "zone" that i can't explain. There were all sorts of directives. All sorts of messages. "SKINSEX IS LOVE" the next would flash "LOVE IS PAIN" followed immediately with "PAIN IS SKINSEX" there were others about becoming a skinhead. What skinheads do, what we look like. How i was becoming more of a skinhead every moment.
I don't know how to describe it, but i went to sleep while this was repeated in front of my open, staring eyes. The music changing, yet the theme unchanging. My ears and my eyes were bombarded constantly. I was asleep, yet absorbing each and every bit of what was being electronically fed to me. I swallowed my dip juices. My rod got harder. I didn't touch myself. Somehow i knew i wasn't supposed to. It was more than okay for me to be what i am, what i am becoming. It wasn't just okay, it was demanded of me, it was my destiny.
More messages assaulted me. Then hundreds, maybe thousands of different photographs appeared in front of me. They were all entering me. I wanted them to. They were obliging. I continued to swallow my mouth juices as it filled with this heavenly liquid.
I was tingling, yet i was asleep. I know i was, cause when who knows when my Weis came for me the sun nearing it's noontime position. "You look like shit" Weis said with a grin. I smiled back and plunged my tongue down his throat. He actually took part of my dip out of my mouth with his tongue and made it his.
"Ready for your birthday present?" Weis asked.
I nodded. "Let's load up and be on our way then!"
He took the keys, i hopped in the shotgun seat and off we drove, destination unknown.
When we pulled into the little parking area i had a feeling i knew what was in store. There were only about 5 businesses that where housed here. An insurance agency, a womens boutique, a couple others and a tattoo shop. We entered and there awaiting was the owner and his son. They weren't scheduled to open for several more hours. Weis must have arranged this.
"You ready to get started?" the bearded owner asked to Weis. Weis shook his hand and told him we were. There were no words spoken to me, and i instinctively knew what i was to do. I removed my shirt and laid down on his modified dentist's chair. Weis asked if there would be a problem if i listened to some music on the mp3 player we brought with us. There wasn't, so the earbuds were placed firmly in my ears and it started playing. But there wasn't music to start with. I just heard my man's voice talking to me. Then i heard some of our music playing faintly in the background. As time passed, the music had taken over and was blasting in my ears. But in the background, i could still hear my Weis gently talking to me. I knew that by the time i stumbled out of this place there would be more ink than my devil dog tattoo that adorned my one forearm. It was about 5 hours later when i came to. How many time the mp3 files had repeated, i had no idea. The tattoo artist told me that i had taken just about all the ink that my body would tolerate for one setting. I didn't care. I didn't even know what i was now going to wear for the rest of my life. Weis paid up, tipping them both and then guided me out to our car.
As we returned inside our place, Weis was excited in the continueing surprise he had prepared for my birthday. "You wanna see what's in the boxes first, or see your new ink, mate?"
The ink. I wanted to see the ink first. Weis lead me to the bathroom, as that had the best lighting and biggest mirror in our place. "Strip" was his order. Strip, i did. On both of my pecs, as the gauze was removed, i had traditional bluebirds. Facing one another. Angled slightly downward. They were beauties. As the bandage on my right shoulder was removed i stared at the most amazing celtic knot armband that i seen. It had characters woven into the knots and i was completely in love with it.
"Soon you have a septum, pierced tits and a pa, my little mrmanmiller... my mate" Weis spoke. Not a a threat, more as a promise. "And much more ink...." he left that dangling in the air. I couldn't wait. They would all look great on me. They'd look great on any skinhead. Our armband tattoos were different, yet i loved the beauty of both of them. Fuck what anyone else thought of them. We were hard-working blue collars, we were damn proud of who we were and if you didn't like it, tough shit.
I was sure i was going to have to beg Weis for what i wanted to happen next. I wasn't even sure how to bring up the subject, but i screwed up the courage to ask anyway. " Sir, there's something i need of you. I stumbled. Would you please give me a proper crop? I know that i'm not deserving, but i have to start from somewhere." i fumbled even more. Weis just smiled at me and patiently waited. "this flattop really isn't really me, and i want...no, i need a proper cut like yours... would you please...." i drifted off imploring him to take me down.
Weis just smiled at me and roughed up my ever-present high and tight horseshoe.
"God, i need that to go away" i moaned, looking deep into his wonderful playful eyes.
"And so it shall" he whispered back, as he gently bit my lower lip. Then nibbling and biting on my ear lobes and back to my mouth. Then he grabbed the hair that i did have and yanked my head back, so i was looking at the ceiling as he bit my nipples.
i could never imagine the thrill of that particular haircut. i had always prided myself on my appearance and deportment. i had been in for 8 ½ years and had gotten a haircut at least once a week for my whole time in service and for this cut i was sporting a raging hard-on. Haircuts had never made me get hard before. The thought of a haircut had never put me in such a state of lust as i was now. Having this short hot guy getting ready to give me my first official crop made me wild with the worst case of hornies i had ever felt in my life. Yeah, the corps had scraped my grape while in boot camp, but that was different. This was an official crop that was soon to be given by one skinhead to a fresh-cropped skin.
"First, get your shirt back on" Weis advised me. i picked it up from it's spot on the bathroom floor and slipped my arms in, not bothering to button it.
"Now down on all fours" He ordered.
With only the minimum of hesitation i dropped to the tiled floor in front of the sink. i awaited eagerly as he set up the clippers that i had bought only the day before at the PX. Little had i realized how soon they'd be put to use, and who would experience a transformation (in more ways than one) from their use this night.
"Head up!" Weis sounded out firmly. Was it through the years of training or the lust and desire to do exactly as he required of me that i snapped to the required position? The clippers fired up and he placed his left hand under my jaw to bring up my head to the exact position he was looking for when he moved the maroon bodied clippers close to my head. The first pass that was made was squarely down the center of my head. Starting in front of the widow's peak that i have and straight to the back of my neck. The pace was slow and i emitted almost a purr of delight as he drew it across.
Looking straight in front of me, i was now aware that i was not the only person that found this whole situation highly arousing. Weis' dick was clearly outlined as it poled up, and slightly to the left of vertical behind his nearly snug denims.
"Ahh, my little miller man" he breathed softly as the second pass eased it's way, just to the left of the first swipe.
"But you know the gunny doesn't like shaved heads on anybody but the dark greens" i stressed to Weis as he told me, after taking my whole head down to stubble that a shave was coming next.
"Get your ass in the shower and prepare" was his sole response to my pleading.
i removed my clothes and as i removed my shirt, i realized that Weis had wanted to protect the fresh tattoos from my butch waxed horseshoe hairs that now speckled the back and arms of my shirt.
As the warm water splashed over both he and i he gingerly soaped first my front side. Starting at the chest then working his way down my abdomen then my legs. He came back up from my legs and applied more liquid soap to the sponge and encircled my dripping cock. i was smiling down at him as he gave a glance up and returned the look.
i was turned around and he proceeded to lather my shoulders, down to my ass cheeks and down to my calves. Weis grabbed another squirt of soap as he worked back up to my ass. This time he probed the side of his hand into my crack. i moaned. Soon i felt a gentle push as a well trimmed finger broached the ring of my ass.
This was nuts! i was straight! What would my family say? What would my little brother say? What was i doing letting one of my subordinates do this to me? And the subordinate wasn't even a WM it was a man. i barely had ever looked at another guy. Well, in the high school, after football in the locker room and in the corps you have communal showers and all guys do that little comparison glance, just to see how they stack up to the other guys, but that was it. But this felt so damned good i just knew that all those things Weis had told me when i couldn't really hear what he was saying was right. This was how it was supposed to be.
i know this sounds a bit crazy, but it was like a switch was thrown in my brain as his finger pushed further inside my warmth. it was a tad uncomfortable at first, and very different than anything i had ever felt before. But i was getting very wound up and i knew this was truly how i was meant to be. Weis continued with his ministrations and soon i felt fuller down there. As he proceeded, it felt as if there were two fingers probing inside me. Very gently dancing over some magic spot that nearly made me come. Soon my breathing became ragged and my knees started to shake. It was about that time that my handsome mate slowly extracted his fingers from my hole.
Weis slowly rose up and with his bare hands and a bit of soap gently went over my skin tats that were only hours old. Cleaning away the grease that the artist had smeared over his work. Now it was my turn to suds down my mate. i took his shaft head in my mouth. It didn't get very far before i felt a bit of gagging coming on. He smiled and pulled his hips back away from my eager mouth letting me know without words that it was to wait until later and that everything was fine.
The water was turned off and we dried each other. When i was nearly dry, he placed the towel he was using on the toilet seat and had me sit. The sink faucet provided the warm water for him to re-moisten my head as he applied the shaving cream. The triple blade razor soon reduced the remaining hair to utter smoothness. The feel was glorious as i rubbed my head in circles after Weis was through and had applied a moisturizer. He then ordered me up and fired up the clippers again. Removing not only my chest hairs but all the hair from my neck down. He even got the few hairs on each of my toes.
"Now you'll get back in the shower and shave yourself down. i look at him, dumbfounded. "Just like a swimmer." Weis said. "But before hopping back in, let me get something for you." He left the bathroom only momentarily. He quickly returned with a nearly full can of cope and we both packed and placed an appropriately large lipper in our mouths. God, how i loved my mate.
The shaving wasn't as tricky as i expected it to be. Even shaving the nut sack and shaft didn't cause any nicks by going slowly. It just took time and he suggested that i pull the sack out and shave in different directions. The shaft had a few stubborn hairs that forced me shave up the shaft, then down it. A couple of hairs wouldn't come loose until i went across the shaft with the blade. There were some spots that were just tough to get to. And my mate was there to help out on those spots. i never realized that there was so much hair in the crack of my butt. Soon, however every square inch below my neck was denuded. The tattoo guy had taken care of my upper arms. i only had to do my lower arms and i was reminded not to miss a single bit of stubble that remained on my armpits.
As i came out of the shower, we again dried me off. He gently patted the areas were the fresh ink was. The rest we rubbed dry and then Weis ran his hand over it, feeling for any spots that i missed with the razor. There was a couple that i didn't feel while my flesh was wet but were instantly noticeable when dry. Weis made quick work of them.
"Now for the next part of your present" He said. With that, he took my arm and led me back near the computer. Setting on the sofa was a bag and shoe box. i was trembling as he first removed from the bag a black t-shirt that was one size smaller than i would buy for myself. it had 'lonsdale' in curved yellow lettering on the chest. As i pulled it on, it was a very snug fit, but since i don't carry extra weight, it only accentuated my shape. He reached back in to pull out a pair of denims. They had the buttons that ran up the front, not a zipper like the ones i bought for myself. He knew my size, though these too could have been an inch bigger in the waist. They were several inches too short though. The fact they were didn't seem to bother him in the least. i used to like my jeans a bit loose and baggie for comfort. These i would have to force my rigid cock in and push it to the side as i buttoning them. He told me to button the top two buttons and to leave that meat of his to dangle outside. i had no problem with that at all. Then it was back to the bag again for a thin pair of red suspenders, well i should call them what they are. They're braces. Only about 1/2" wide with the little clamps that bite into the jeans to hold them in place. My mate was smiling as he went around me and placed my braces properly and then adjusting them so they fit me just right. immediately after adjusting them, he stretched them, to go over my fresh ink and then let them drop down, so they were hanging to the sides of my denims. He reached up and pulled my face to his and i opened my mouth to allow his tongue to explore my awaiting mouth. Our dips barely moved during his exploration. He pulled back and gave me a light slap on the face, then squeezed my face from just under the mouth. His thumb on one cheek, the fingers on the other. This almost caused my dip to dislodge, but i drew in my lower lip to force it back in it's normal position.
Next a pair of white socks was removed and unwrapped for me to put on. Weis then opened the shoe box and i saw a pair of docs. They were cherry red with 20 eyes. There was a pair of white laces for them, but my mate said i wasn't allowed to lace them up until i turned the docs into oxbloods. He instructed me on how to polish them with the cans of kiwi wax he provided to get the color just right. That was my next task and i was to sit down with the headp hones on and work on them until i had gotten them just right. i knew he was going to have something for me to listen to while i was working my my docs. it was more than okay, i loved when that he'd take the time to create something special for me. Something that i knew would make me a better skinhead, to love him more than i already did, if that was possible.
As i worked on my docs i heard words that went along with all the messages that i had seen flash by in those instances on the screen. Skinsex WAS love. Love WAS pain. Pain WAS Skinsex. There was much more in that little mantra that Weis had me listening to. But it was all to make me more focused on what i was becoming. To make me admit what i truly was. What my purpose in life truly was.
My oxbloods were finally ready to be laced up. Weis ran a cloth over the tongue of each doc and around the holes to ensure that none of the new polish discolored the fresh white laces. Then he showed me the proper method to run the white laces so they showed properly. Each exposed section of my white laces ran horizontal. There was no criss-crossing like wankers did with regular boots. Then my denims were rolled just a couple turns so they properly met up with the very top of my 20 eye docs. He guided me to our mirror so i could see the new, improved me. As i stared into the mirror, the image looking back at me was surreal. it was what it was always supposed to be; what i had longed to become. The skin in the mirror erupted with a giant load shooting out from his untouched meat. i went dizzy and nearly passed out before Weis got me to the bed where everything went dark before i hit the covers.
Sunday morning came far too quickly. As i came to, i took stock of myself. i was in full skinhead gear and i looked damn sharp. Weis was still fast asleep and i didn't want to wake my mate, until he came to by himself. i got myself a can of copenhagen and threw in a fattie, fired up the computer and found one of his latest programs he'd put together. i opened it, but i didn't run it. instead i got into it and decided to make one for myself. i made a copy of his program, then went into edit some of the lines. Now i could read in real time what i had seen flash momentarily before my eyes when i was zombied out in front of the screen. Should i have been mad with what i saw he'd done to twist me? Fuck no! i was the little faggot skinhead he described. He was dead spot on with what he said should be done to me. What i needed; what i had become; what i would become. i left almost all the lines he'd written for me. i just added some more. Some about shaving myself, getting more ink, getting some metal. To become more of a skinhead each day. He had some some similar stuff in there, but i put it in my own words, the way i'd say it. Somehow i knew it would i'd take it to heart quicker, more deeply.
What about my 26 years up to this point? Where i had lived a nice conventional straight life? i was straight. i was! But now all i wanted was skinhead dick up my ass and down my throat. Regular guys would not do it for me. i was only turned on my skins. Did i have any interest in girls anymore? i have to say right at this moment i feel pretty ambivalent about women. And why would i even think about taking one to bed? i had some money saved, i had planned for to go towards my college tuition when i got out, but i could always save up more. i had more pressing things to do with it at the moment.
The last couple months had not been fun working for the gunny anymore. He bitched about my attitude, my appearance and said i wasn't focused. He ordered me to grow my hair out. So i did. To an 1/8th of an inch. That was it. No respectable skin would be found with anything longer than a #1 crop. my tattoos that were now extending below my rolled blouse sleeves. i had gotten a bit more ink since my shoulder piece, much of it showed down to my elbows. Hell, the corps sure couldn't kick anybody out for having tats. 80% of the guys would be gone if they did.
What my bosses didn't see was the crucified skin with the crossed hammers i had as a back piece. There was some rune lettering around the whole piece. Me and Weis knew what it said, but anybody that wasn't familiar with rune symbols wouldn't have a clue. Just the way us skins like it. They also didn't know about the ring that now went through my right nipple. Or the 4 gauge circular barbell that adorned my piss slit. Weis smiled like a proud papa when he saw me get those holes. i was surprised at how quickly the PA healed up and i immediately started stretching it to where it is now. My mate doesn't want me to take it a bigger gauge for the time being.
Weis taught me how to set up some more of my own programs so i could watch my own stuff. He reviewed everything before i was permitted to run it with his choice of music playing in the background, but what's a mate for? Mates always look out for one another.
At least four nights a week, we would play. it was rough and fun as hell. Weis would see how much i could take and i'd get into this zone and it was getting where he'd quit before i asked him to stop. it got where when he'd apply various forms of pain that would get me hot as hell and even though he rarely touched the meat that was between my legs, i'd shoot a couple loads from his skinsex. i got to service him though and please him. That's what mates do.
it was about 6 months before my time was up and it was time to decide if i would re-enlist or get my happy ass out of the corps. My last evaluation from the first sergent wasn't all that positive. i had been a 4.0 marine until about the last year. Now they were saying that my motivation sucked and my appearance was barely meeting standards. Fuck 'em i'd get out and get a REAL job in the real world. And with Weis' agreeing with me, that's just what i did. i was planning on going to college. The more i thought about it, i couldn't see myself working side by side in some shirt and tie with all these pukes that were born with silver spoons in their mouths. i was a working bloke. And i could use that money for more important thing. Like getting my individuality back.
i had enough leave accrued that i could get out and take almost 4 months off. So they handed me my DD214 and off i went. To rest and relax a bit before joining the workforce. Now i didn't have to deal with the gunny or the major so the first order of business was getting the hair on my head back to a proper length. The razor came out and the hair on my head came off. My body was always shaved. That's the way i liked it. i got to play on the computer a lot with so much time on my hands. i came up with some wicked cool stuff that i'd save and let Weis review it. There were a couple times that he didn't like it and wiped it out and told me to try again. So i'd work very hard to become more than what i am right now. My wardrobe is just what i like. Nothing like what i wore before coming into the Marine Corps, but that's what the corps will do to ya. i have a couple pairs of docs, a pair of rangers with the screwed-on soles, about 6 pairs of bleachers (those are my denims that have been bleached out in areas and look cool as shit), fred perrys, lonsdales, and ben shermans.
My dipping habit is about 2 cans a day now. Those small little pinches that most guys put in just don't buy it for me anymore. i get 3 maybe 4 good dips out of a can. Weis loves the way i look with a dip of copenhagen in. My mate approves and that's all that really matters. The Corps will do some shit to your head, mate, if you let them get to ya. But i now know how to counteract all the crap they brainwash ya with. You have to get your individuality back. And the ink i'm planning will make me more of an individual than the marines would ever be able to handle.
Weis called me from base around lunch and asked if it was okay to bring a friend home. "Absolutely, i'll have the place looking decent, mate" i responded. i busied myself getting things neat and orderly. i also made sure that all our play stuff was out of view.
Around 1730... oops, i'm a civilian now... around 5:30pm Weis pulls up and soon the door opened. Weis came in first with Cpl Travis in tow. Travis was the pfc that joined us while in the Philippines and i thought was a kiss-ass. i didn't give Weis our customary greetings, cpl Travis would have gone running in the opposite direction. Travis took a couple good looks at me and had a look of puzzlement on his face when he uttered "good to see you again staff sergent"
"Good to see you, too" i responded. "Care for a dip?" i asked, holding out my can of copenhagen. "
"Ah, no thanks sarge, i don't dip" he said sheepishly. i slapped my arm around him and asked "So, how've you been? Congratulations on making corporal" with that i drove my elbow into his upper arm with all the strength i had. it's traditional for the senior enlisted guys to initiate them in. Even though i wasn't active duty, my official discharge date hadn't arrived, so i was entitled to tag him once. He stumbled away and rubbed his arm as he tried to compose himself.
i had supper prepared and the meal was washed down with some of Weis' brew that i pulled from the fridge. After the meal i threw the dishes that had to be hand washed into the sink and the rest into the dishwasher we then retired to the living room. i kept conversation up with Travis while Weis went over to the computer. i grinned inwardly to myself as i had a feeling i knew what was about to happen. After talking with him for a few minutes, i could tell that he was still the same self-absorbed little prick i had tagged him to be when i passed him off to sgt. DeVries.
"Travis, come check this out" Weis called to him. i gave an approving nod when the corporal looked towards me for permission.
The screen looked terribly familiar to something that i remember in my former life. There were some quick shots of women, scenes straight out of the mid-west home life and patriotic stuff. Travis went to make a comment about the nude women and him not approving of such things when i offered to get him another drink. He accepted and i rushed to get him a very tall glass of Weis' brew. Soon Travis was much more receptive and had no more objections to the women that bared it all. He even appeared to get a bit aroused. What he didn't notice, and what i could see very clearly were the little messages that flashed up on the screen for a split second. Some how it was like they were in slow motion to me, but apparently Travis, the little prick was blissfully unaware of any such messages or how receptive he was to it all. After a bit over an hour the programming was winding down and Weis and i were preparing for what would be Travis' next step towards the mosh pit.
i was talking to Travis as he came out of his stupor and asked he wanted to watch a video. He was agreeable (of course he was) and plopped down on the sofa about a foot from me. Weis put in the movie titled Parallax View. it's a great movie that towards the end has this scene that throws all these subliminal messages up on the screen while all these pictures are also flashed. it starts off all innocent, then gets really fun and warped. While the movie played i was sure to keep refilling Travis' mug when it got close to empty. The movie did it's trick in opening Travis's mind to the whole subliminal message idea.
After the movie we stretched our legs for a bit while Travis used our bathroom. Weis had the next program all cued up on the computer. As he exited the bathroom, Weis directed him back over to the computer. Travis said he didn't feel up to checking out anything at the moment. Weis played to his pride and said that he had a program, but it seemed to have a glitch in it and was hoping that someone like Travis could help find the kink. Well, that was just too much for him to pass up and Travis said he'd find the bug and help him get it running straight. Weis explained it was a video/audio sync problem, along with some spurious artifacts that came up on the screen on occasion, and Travis would have to watch all the way through, due to them appearing at apparent random intervals. You could almost see the smugness that Travis had left in him as he seated himself and Weis handed him the headphones.
it was near 2am when we finally decided to untether Travis. When Weis stopped the program, he had to reach and remove the headset from Travis' ears. He slowly turned his head in the direction of Weis. His eyes were completely unfocused. We shuffled him over to the sofa and laid him out and promised to have him back on base for roll call in the morning. When the alarm went off, Weis and i untangled ourselves and got dressed to go awaken Travis.
"Man, i don't normally drink and i guess i drank too much last night" he mumbled as we got him rounded up and out the door with Weis to head into work.
"Want to join us for supper tonight, or eat at the chow hall?" i asked just before the front door was opened.
"Yeah, that'd be great,if, if, if y'all don't mind" he stammered in his arkansas drawl, trying to put a complete sentence together. i knew what our chow hall's food was like. it was a lock as to the choice any sane devil dog would make.
After my morning ritual with the headphones and watching what Weis had set up for me, i noticed i just had time to get across town before the shop opened. i would be the first customer of the day. i arrived at 12:45 and the shop didn't open until 1pm. i started to get a bit down when 1:30 rolled around and no one had shown up to open the place up. Just a couple minutes later up pulled the owners son. He's the one that did my piercings. He did tats too, but didn't have nearly the experience that his dad did.
He smiled when he recognized me in my car and waved. i joined him in going up the stairs to their door.
"What's up for today, dude?" this was California after all and everyone seemed to be 'dude' .
"Well, i'm looking for a bit more ink, if you think you're up to it." i told him what i had in mind and he felt comfortable in his ability in pulling it off. "Cool." it was a 'go' then.
Weis had come up with a design that would cap the celtic piece on my shoulder and it would run up just a bit onto my neck. if i wore a regular collared shirt, it would just be hidden, otherwise one would be able to see the uppermost part.
The stencil was laid down and we repositioned it a bit and discussed just what we were going for. Soon the needles were puncturing my flesh and ink was being deposited on the top of the shoulder, above the collarbone and on the upper part of my shoulder blade. The last part was the section that was to barely touch my neck. i was zoned by now, the way i always got after being under the gun for any length of time. My dick was rock hard and i was nearly asleep, i found the whole experience of getting ink relaxing, but very erotic too.
"Dude, that's it. Check it out and see what you think" the son suggested as i came back to the present. i rose up in the chair as he was doing his final swipes with the green soap to clean off the last of the residual stencil and smears from the wipes he had used. i pushed myself out of the chair with the handles and turned towards the full length mirror by the entryway to the particular room. it was a beautiful dark solid black and the design worked well with the piece it capped. The part that really caught my eye was the neck portion. instead of stopping below the collar, it went nearly to the back of my ear. When i stepped closer to examine it, to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me, i realized that one portion went to just below my ear and another solid spline of black ink rose to mid-ear about halfway between my ear and the back of my head. This wasn't close to what i had asked for, nor anything like what we'd discussed.
i turned, with fire in my eyes to the owners son. "Look at it again, miller man" he spoke calmly. i became thoughtless. "Look again, miller man" i felt compelled to do just that. i turned and looked at the piece, particularly the neck portion and felt a load release into my bleachers. "Weis said you'd be happy with it."
Weis didn't even know i was planning on getting ink today! God, he drove me crazy with how he sometimes seemed to be able to either read my mind or anticipate my next action. Well, i'd show him! i'd do something that he'd never expect. "You have your piercing gear set up?" i asked, turning back to face him.
"Sure dude, what you looking for?"
"i want my septum pierced. i want like an 10 gauge tusk put in there. You got something like that?" i defiantly answered as i turned back to the mirror once again, focusing on my new ink. The ink of a skinhead. He showed me the septum jewelry he had. it was either all really small gauge stuff or he did have this beauty of a 6 gauge, but it had more of an industrial look to it.
"Do it!" i nearly shouted.
"something that size, i'll have to punch, rather than piercing" was his calm reply.
"Do it." i re-affirmed. "And my ears, too!"
"You got it, dude.... Take your position, millerman"
There was lots of blood as a big ass chunk of my nose membrane was removed with a punch the diameter of the piece. But he got the piece inserted and screwed together. He then moved to my lobes and pierced them with an 8 gauge, rather than the usual 14. After the blood stopped and he got me cleaned up and sat up in the chair. He had me sit there for a bit before letting me move. it took a while to get the water from my eyes dried too. You tear up like a sonofabitch, trust me. He said i was too big of a guy to have to try and pick up off the floor if i passed out when i got up. When i assured him i was fine i stood and moved to the mirror to see my new jewelry and ink together. i began to wobble and he was sure i was about to go down stone cold. i did nothing more that lose another giant load in my bleachers. The stains were obvious and very visible. i couldn't have cared less. The son just smiled when he figured out what had happened.
i was back home just after 7pm. When i pulled up,Weis' car was parked in his spot. i unlocked the door and walked in. Travis was the first to spot me and he just had this shit eating grin on his face. "Sarge, what the fuck did you do?" he asked as he turned his head side to side to examine the work i had done today. i had never heard him swear before. i came up to him so he could examine it closer and appreciate the work. it was then that i saw he was holding one of our plastic cups in his right hand. i noticed about an inch of lovely brown juice in the bottom of it.
Weis, who'd been working over on the computer, turned and simply nodded towards me, as if to say "well done" and turned back towards the screen that required his full attention.
"We've eaten, i've got your supper warming in the oven" Weis said distractedly. i immediately headed towards the kitchen, now realizing how hungry i was.
"Trav, you ready for another go?" my mate asked.
"Hell ya! That was some awesome shit man, there is enough in there it'll take me a dozen more times before i see it all" he said excitedly.
"Park it, pack it and enjoy the ride" was his response. And Travis did as he was told. He too had not yet developed the skill to pack a can of dip. i was sure it would come with time and practice.
"i'm just going to get you a dang cot and you can sleep here" the owner said, chuckling.
"Naw, sorry not me today, it's for my mate here. He's looking for his first piece and i didn't want him to get some piece of flash." i said protectively, pushing Trav from slightly behind me towards the owner. "Weis came up with a design and we were wondering if you could do something with it" i continued. it was a celtic knot, similar to my shoulder piece, but this wasn't designed to be a band.
"Sure i can. Where you looking to have it placed?" he asked turning his attention from the design towards Travis.
"Right here, sir" Travis said, pointing down to the spot just above his pubic hair.
"it ain't gonna show" i bemoaned when i heard where he was planning to get inked.
"The people i want to see it, will" he smiled back at me. i just smiled back and said nothing more.
it only took the owner about 45 minutes to stencil it and ink him. There wasn't any shaving necessary for the tattoo area due to the planning and forethought of Weis. He gotten Trav to shave himself down the night before.
You'd be proud to see the transformation that Trav had made since that first encounter i had with him. He was turning into a real mate. Someone that other skins could trust the way only mates can. His 'holier-than-thou' attitude was gone. He appreciated what real work was. He made no bones about the fact that his pushy father could go fuck himself. His parents never really took any particular interest in him or what he was doing. While growing up he was sent off to boarding school. They paid his tuition and his nanny looked after him when school was in recess. They couldn't even come off one of their European trips to see their own son graduate boot camp. Fuck 'em!
On the ride over to the shop where Trav was going to get his 4th tattoo that Weis had designed we were talking about me growing up and my family. My youngest brother was just about 18 and i hadn't seen him in what seemed like forever. I wanted to get him out to california and have him spend some time. He'd never been outside about a seven county area from our farm. I'm sure that he'd enjoy the scenery and sights. Trav, who was now for all intents was living with me and Weis thought it would be a great idea too.
I think that Trav enjoyed having a real family now. That's what Weis and i was to him, even though we weren't kin to him.
"So what you think about it?" i inquired of Weis.
"I think you and he need to catch up on lots of things, give him a call and set it up" Weis concurred with Travis' and my idea.
"Bro, that'd be great. I have so much to tell ya. See ya when i get there." Munroe said as i told him that i had cleared it through mom & dad that he come out for a visit.
My time for finding a job had come and gone. i had been officially out of the marine corps for a couple months now. i decided it was time for me to start looking through the want ads for a job. The problem was, every night after Weis and Travis would get home, they'd get together and work something up on the computer for me to watch. if one was pulling duty that night, the other was right on track for what i was supposed to do. Not that i minded, i had all the time in the world. No alarm clocks going off in the morning meant for me. no 9 to 5 for me to be late to. i got up when the hangover wore off and normally, if i was lucky they had something set up on the computer for me. i'd get caught up into that for most of the morning or afternoon, then i'd decide what i wanted to do from then until they got home. i always made sure the house was neat and there was a meal ready to go on the table when my mates came home. Before they got home i'd always make sure to hop in the shower and get good and clean, inside and out for them. i can't tell you how great it was feeling the tube of the enema bag filling up until my gut hurt and then holding it as long as i could until the urge to release it couldn't be denied. But even more so my daily routine to ensure that there wasn't a single hair that breached the surface of my skin. i know it pleased them both. Weis was the only one with most of his body hair. Trav, was now nearly as hairless as me. They normally took daily turns shaving my head. i had the privilege of giving both of them a proper crop on Sunday and Wednesday nights. There was never much to cut, but for some reason i'd always lose a load by the time i finished their crops.
Weis and Travis were getting stuff set up on the computer and i was preparing the house for the arrival this weekend for my little bro' to arrive. I was impressed with how much work they were doing to make sure 'roe would feel at home. I wasn't real sure what my brother was going to think when he saw his new and improved oldest brother. He'd just have to get over it, if he did have a problem with it.
"Oi! i'm heading out, see you guys in a bit." i shouted to my mates as i headed out the door to head down to san diego airport. They promised all the odds and ends would be taken care of by the time we got back. I did make one concession. I took out my septum. I didn't want to take shit at the airport nor scare my bro too badly, fresh off his first flight. The 0 gauge tunnels in my ears stayed though.
I saw Roe scanning the crowd as he cleared the security checkpoint. He'd looked at me about four times without recognizing me. I stood at least 5 inches taller than anyone else in the mass of people. I smiled and yelled "Oi! Over here mate!" i caught his attention. It wasn't a double take, more like a quintuple take as it registered in his brain who had called to him. There he stood with one of those large metal beaded chains around his neck and some seriously baggy-ass pants that were nearly ready to drop off his ass. He had a hugely over-sized fubu jersey on and was shuffling his feet. This kid looked more like something out of the latest hip-hop magazine than anything that my parents would have ever allowed me to wear.
"What the heck happened to you, miller?" he said, cranking his neck around to take in the ink and jewelry that i exposed in public.
laughing, i responded "Good to see you too, little bro. Damn good to see ya."
"We can discuss me later, but tell me about you. How many bags you got checked?"
"I got two checked and then just this one." Roe stated as he slung the backpack over his shoulder and the initial shock of seeing me wore off, realizing that i was just the same old me. While waiting for his bags on the carousel i caught him glimsing, no staring, at the load of fresh recruits straight out of MCRD (marine corps recruit depot) san diego. They were scrubbed and scraped. In fresh pressed charlies.
"So, how's mom and dad?" i prompted, trying to get his attention.
"Oh, they're good, mom made me swear to give you a kiss for her." he said bashfully.
Laughing, i made him promise the kiss wait until we got outside. Roe chuckled. Finally both his suitcases made their appearance on the baggage handler and we snatched them up and headed out to the door. After dumping his suitcases in the trunk, i unlocked my car and Roe hopped in the passengers side, tossing his backpack in the backseat. Before settling in, i packed my tin and packed my lower lip full. It was again time for Roe to stare. He didn't say a word.
"You want one?" i asked, holding the tin out to him.
With a wild smirk on his face, Roe opened it and took a small pinch. "Good enough from my marine brother, good enough for me." he said, surprising the hell out of me. I slapped and squeezed his leg. He grinned back at me.
"And correction," i said, "former marine. I'm officially a civilan now."
We weren't even halfway into our hour trip back to the apartment and i noticed that Munroe was pretty quite. He always a pretty quiet kid, but not only wasn't he saying much, but his color wasn't all that good. When i asked if he was okay, he just shook his head. Before i could get the car pulled over, vomit started spraying from his clenched lips. After his door was open, the flood gates opened and the poor guy just wretched everything out. I grabbed one of my workout towels from the back and tossed it to him when the fit subsided. There was a bit of puke inside the car, the door caught some of it, and outside the car got the majority. Wiping his face and then the door, Roe turned back to me, looking sheepish. He closed his door and we were back underway.
"Well, that kicked your ass" i stated, matter of factly. Roe just nodded. I offered the copenhagen tin to him again. This time he just waved it off. It was about ten miles from home that Munroe broke the news to me that he had asked our parents permission to join the Marines. I was speachless. What could i say. He was soon old enough to do whatever he wanted. But apparently mom and dad agreed to sign the papers so he could enter while he was seventeen. That way he could start boot camp as soon as he was ready now that he graduated, instead of waiting until october 15th to start the whole process. I assured him that we could talk about that later. Munroe told me there didn't need to be any discussion, he'd made up his mind. He wanted to be a Marine, just like his brother and his uncle. I prepared Munroe about the two other guys that shared the apartment. He didn't need to know all the details. But i gave him a bit of an idea what to expect. Two marines that used to work with me while i was in. Now we all shared a place together.
"Cool." was his sole response when i'd briefed him on Weis and Travis.
"Mates, come meet Munroe." i yelled as we stepped inside. Weis was horizontal on the sofa, facing the tv. Travis strolled out of the bedroom. They greeted him and soon he was feeling right at home and soon felt part of the group. Travis got him something to eat and offered him some brew, when i reminded him that Munroe was 17 and wasn't to drink any alcohol. I caught Roe rolling his eyes at his overly protective brother. Soon Weis and Roe were playing ps2 on the tube while i and Trav had a chance to talk a bit. I relived the story of what happened in the car on the way up when Munroe had tried tobacco for the first time. Travis nearly pissed himself with the retellingof the events.
"So, he wants to join the Corps, huh?" Trav said conspiratorily. I slumped and nodded.
"Well, then don't you think he should get a good cut, at the very least?" he continued.
I perked up. Of course! I thought to myself. Munroe hated to get his hair cut. That's why he wore it in the mop that he did now. Actually i was surprised that dad had let it ever get that long. Mine was never allowed to.
Soon the gear was set up in the bathroom and i went and told Munroe to follow me. He entered, saw the clippers and immdediately went into panic mode. "Sit your ass down, bro'" i said to him. "You want to be a marine, might as well start lookin' like one" i continued. He thought it was a boot camp cut he was about to get. But all my mates knew it was a proper crop he was about to experience.
Munroe tried to fuss and talk us out of it. To no avail. I had the honor of taking this scraggly mopped kid down to a proper cut. I went slowly and was meticulous with each pass. My meat was throbbing hard when Roe shifted position and glanced up. I'm sure he had to have noticed the outline of my rod. He didn't say a word.
Weis and Travis had no qualms about rubbing the crotch of their pants as they looked on while more and more of Munroe's hair fell to the floor tiles. When Munroe's head was raised to a position to allow me better access to his remaining hair, he could see their actions. There was a look of alarm in his eyes. I could see his muscles slightly tense. But it was his oldest sibling and only brother that was carrying out this most unwanted haircut, so he said nothing. As the haircut was drawing to an end Weis went to grab some items. Soon he returned with a large bath towel and one of our ever-present cans of copenhagen. When i had double checked his freshly cropped scalp to ensure there were no remaining stragglers, i told Roe to get up.
"In the shower with ya, then." i ordered him. Weis held out the can to first me, where i packed more fresh cope on top of the current mouthful that was starting to get a bit worn out. After i placed the load in my mouth, i replaced the lid, packed it. The action was now second nature, and then handed it to Munroe. He looked pleadingly into my eyes. I stared back at him, almost coldly and held the can steady. He exchanged glances between the can as he screwed off the lid and my face. I continued to stare, now with a slight smile forming at the edge of my lips. He apprehensively pinched a small dip and placed it gingerly between his front lip and gum. I held the can steady and then made a slight motion with it. Munroe correctly interpreted that i wanted him to place more in. reaching into the can again, this time he pinched a decent size and forced it into position. I could see him struggle a bit with his tongue to get it settled in. After a few seconds of maneuvering, i could tell that it was in as comfortable position as it could be for a newbie. "Now strip and in the shower!"
Munroe removed his Fubu jersey and along with the large silver bead choker, he revealed several more chains that hung from around his neck. Slowly he removed those and paused. Obviously he was waiting for Travis, Weis and i to leave the room. We made no motions towards the door, nor did we plan to. "Anytime, bro'... get your butt in the shower." i said firmly.
Weis had continued to slowly rub his privates during this whole time. Apprehensively Munroe stripped, keeping his back turned to us as much as possible. Soon he was adjusting the water temperature and was shortly behind the curtain.
"Since the gear is here, mate, give me a go." Travis lustfully breathed while he looked longingly into my eyes. I was more than happy to oblige. As i passed the clipper blades slowly over his scalp, little hair was removed, however just the action and the feel of the clippers soon had both Trav and me losing loads in our jeans. Now it was time for me to motion to other two to step out the room.
"I want the privilege." i said to my mates. "I'll need to use some of the stuff you made, but i want it to be me...." they just smiled and confirmed that it was more than okay with them. I became rock hard again. Was it the copenhagen that i was gutting, or what, i'm not sure. But my head was spinning and my heart nearly raced due by the all the thoughts that were running rampant in my head. As Munroe exited the shower, he looked in vain for the clothes he had extricated himself from only minutes before. On the counter were only his wallet and another almost purse looking thing that was removed from one of his deep pockets down near the knee of his now vanished hip-hop pants. There was a pick, similar to what my dark greens carried, that he used to go through his semi-wavy sandy brown hair that was gone forever too.
"Guess you need something to wear." i said as i tossed him a pair of my bleachers. They were a tad too large, but nothing that the braces i was holding wouldn't take care of. He was nearly my size, after all. Maybe 2" shorter than me, but we had nearly identical waists, though mine was more defined, he had a good foundation from the many years of farming, but there was still baby fat that layered over his muscle making him appear a bit soft. I offered no underwear nor shirt. I said nothing as he placed them on. Weis brought in a plastic cup and i passed it to Munroe. "For your spit." i offered. He said nothing and released a mouthful into the cup. This go he showed no signs of losing his lunch. I knew he was trying to make me proud. My plans were to take Roe out to see some of the area tonight. I drove him down to the pacific coast highway and we just drove. Me in full gear, including my A-1, since the evening air was a bit cool. He was in some of my and Travis' clothes. We stopped at a pull-off overlooking the ocean and i shut my car down. We gazed out into the water, the smallish waves making their way to shore in irregular crests. We didn't talk for the longest time, but it felt perfectly okay. I just let Munroe soak in the whole experience of nature's raw beauty. We sat there. Me inhaling the salt air. Roe began to fidget after 15 or so minutes.
"Why did you do that to yourself..." Roe questioned as he half shifted, turning slightly in my direction, but still losing himself in the shoreline.
"Do what?" i let hang in the air, not sure what he was referring to.
This time he did turn to me. First he pointed to my septum, then he just sort of waved his pointed finger up and down my whole body. "That." he replied.
I paused. I hadn't really thought too much about it. It seemed that it all was just the right thing for me to do. I loved every inch of my body and it's appearance. I couldn't wait for it to become more than what it was now.
"Because it's who i am." was the simple answer that was also the most honest. Roe seemed to digest that as he stared at my eyes looking for any signs of untruthfulness. When he was satisfied that i had given him a straight answer, his eyes dropped a bit from my face and then he turned back to the ocean his body relaxing. We continued to let the breeze from the open windows and the sounds of the waves breaking to shore envelope us again. I packed the can of copenhagen that i had sitting in the console between the two seats and after ditching the stale load in my mouth, repacked it with a fresh one. I offered Munroe one, but he waved me off. I didn't force the issue.
"Those other two, are they faggots?" Roe asked of me. This time he continued to peer out at the water.
"Those other two are Marines and they are my mates." i said curtly, letting Roe know he should let that subject drop and pronto. Again he faced me. I continued to stare straight out in the direction of the water.
"They're queer, miller. You should have seen Travis while you were cutting my hair." he said softly, afraid that more volume would upset me even more. I could tell he needed some sort of feedback from me. Either to confirm or debunk the idea that had clearly been on his mind since earlier in the afternoon.
"They are Marines. They are my mates..." i reiterated. "They are... who they are," my voice cracked "And... i am who i am...." i faded off.
Roe said nothing. He just looked at me. Really looked at me and continued to stare at my face for the longest time. Not focusing on the beauty of our surroundings at all. Finally he shifted his gaze back to the water. Around ten minutes after our last words, i perked up and asked "You ready to get out of here?"
Roe nodded his agreement. "Sure."
The next stop was a local coffee shop that all sorts of skins hung out at. It was one of the few places in town that SHARPS, Neo-Nazis, straight edge, punks and all the rest would hang at and it was neutral territory. No shit was ever started here, no shit ever carried over into the shop. Munroe and i caught up on what was going on back home while downing our double cappuccinos. Roe had never been a coffee drinker and wasn't sure what to order, so i made the selection. Soon we were wise cracking and laughing as we recalled some of the dumb antics that we pulled when we were together years ago. It was close to 11pm and he had had a long day. It was time for us to motor back to the apartment.
Upon our arrival, rounding the corner of the living room, we both looked on to see that Travis was connected to the computer's headphones. Weis was to his side. He had our mp3 player in use. We walked up behind them, Munroe at my side. Unnoticed by me, Munroe began staring at the screen with it's wildly disjointed display of images flashing across the screen. I smiled to myself as i waved my hand between the faces of first Travis, then Weis and the screen. Neither of them even blinked. It certainly didn't break their concentration. I pulled off Weis' headset first. He jerked and then turned his head to me, smiling. Next it was Travis' turn. He had a similar response.
"This is soooooo kickin'..." Trav slurred. They started to get up.
"So this is what you two goons have been up to all night, right?" i said jokingly.
As Travis pushed back his chair, the roller stopped abruptly when it ran into Munroe's feet. Roe didn't flinch. Travis struggled to stand none the less and Weis was up. While Weis was getting ready to shut down the program and move on , it was then that i noticed Roe was still focused on the display. Weis and Travis then saw what had caught my attention. They both just grinned and turned back to see my reaction. I shook my head sharply no, i reached past Weis and hit the key to stop the program. With a pause of several seconds after the program ended, Roe turned and was startled by the fact that the rest of us where in different places from where he last saw us.
We all decided to call it a night and i prepared the fold-out couch for Munroe. The three of us mates would make room on the queen sized bed. Tomorrow after breakfast, Roe and i would call mom & dad. So i could talk to them and they could quiz him as to his impressions of california. Just to ensure Munroe didn't hear any goings on from the bedroom, i closed the bedroom door after we had all brushed our teeth and had filtered into the darkened room to call it a night. We laid awake, chatting softly. Talking about nothing and talking about everything. Travis and Weis both made comments as to what a nice kid Roe was and how they were happy for me that he and i could now finally spend some time together. It made me happy to hear them say that. After that, the conversation drifted off and so did we.
The coffee i had earlier didn't get me wired, but i did come to about 5am with a horrendous urge to piss. I thought it would be in bad taste to wake Trav, so he could drain me. So i slipped out of bed and padded off to the bathroom. The other two continued to snore softly. I gently closed the door behind me and headed to the toilet. I noticed there was some light coming from the living room. Not steady, like from a light, but different intensities. After i finished my piss, i took a look down the hall.
There, sitting at the chair, with the headphones on was Munroe. I rushed towards him, nearly yanking them off his ears. With a stupid grin on his face, he slowly turned his head, looking in my direction yet focusing his eyes about the same distance the screen was from him while he was absorbing all it's images and suggestions.
"Munroe," i slapped his face. "Munroe!" i demanded his attention in a hushed voice.
"I......I..... couldn't.....sleep....." was all he managed to utter.
Of course he couldn't sleep. Here was a kid that wasn't used to coffee and i had loaded his ass up with what amounted to about four cups just before packing him off to slumberland. It was fucking idiotic of me.
"Get some shut-eye and we can talk about this in the morning." was all i could muster to say to him. I shut the computer down and then helped Roe back over to his makeshift bed, only a couple feet away.
"Sleep with me..." he mumbled plaintively in my direction as i placed the pillow under his head. And i did. I crawled in beside him, grabbing one of the throw pillows to use as a pillow for myelf. I laid on my side, watching his silhouette from the dim glow cast by the street lights, filtered through the curtains.
Thoughts whirled through my head of what had might have just happened to my baby brother. I didn't even know exactly what he had watched. I was clueless as to how long he had sat there, with the the monitor and music force-feeding him stuff i wasn't sure he was ready for.
As i calmed down, i realized it was a pretty sure bet he probably had gotten back on the computer shortly after we had all gone to bed. If a guy can't sleep, he's not likely to lay there and toss and turn too long before getting up. Especially when something had caught his attention the way the program that was playing did when we came back. So Roe had probably gotten a good 4+ hour dose of one of our programs. Exactly which one, i didn't have a clue. He seemed to be sleeping soundly now and soon i drifted from consciousness. As the sun rose, bringing more light into the living room, i awoke to find that my right arm was across my brothers side; and his left arm was nestled under my arm and flopped over my right side. We were close and face to face. Our feet were intertwined, my right leg was atop his legs. I assured myself that nothing had happened. It was simply a matter of appearances. Our time together had been completely innocent.
Soon Munroe stirred, one eye barely cracking open. Roe was never much of a morning person. The family had learned that as a good rule of thumb you waited for him to utter his first words of the day, then you were probably on safe ground to continue the conversation. He was slightly startled when he realized the position we found ourselves. He pulled back from me and looked across at me with concern, wonder and... what struck me as maybe... lust. This morning Munroe didn't have to wait too long before deciding to talk.
"What did we do?" he whispered.
"WE did nothing. What do you remember?" i responded, wondering what he'd recall from the evening's events.
"It's sort of foggy, but... i had some really wicked cool dreams, and i don't normally remember my dreams." he let the words linger as i could see him trying to remember more of the previous 6 or so hours. I wouldn't press him. I'd let things come to him at his own pace. Or if he forgot everything that transpired since we returned home the night before, that would be fine too.
After everyone in the house was up and we had eaten, we all sat around chatting for a bit. Weis had to do some refining of his latest program that he and Travis had been caught up in when Roe and i got in the previous evening. I was doodling, working on a design for another piece of ink that i couldn't wait to get. Trav and Munroe gravitated towards play station and were soon caught up in one of their games they agreed upon. They were ninja warriors doing battle against the evil menace that seemed to be at every turn. While i was sketching my mind drifted to the events since Roe arrived. Particularly with what Munroe had done after my mates and i had closed the bedroom door behind us.
"What did you watch last night?" i asked over to Roe.
His attention didn't flicker from the game fight that he and Trav were involved in. "Hey! Roe..."
"Hold on, mate." he said distractedly to me. At the time i didn't appreciate the words he had spoken back in my direction.
After Trav and Munroe had played the game several times over, i reminded him we needed to call our folks. Eventually Trav took Roe's control unit from him and yanked his head to the side, in my direction. Roe finally made it to the phone about the time i had just about said what i had to do to mom. Dad rarely got on the phone, and if he did, his conversations were always short and sweet. Mom asked if Munroe had mentioned anything to me about his "plans". I assured her he had. She was thrilled that he wanted to follow my and her brother's footsteps. I wasn't all excited about him joining. But i had time. She wanted me to take him to a graduation over at MCRD, so he could witness what it was all about. I was non-committal. I said my goodbyes and gave her my love then passed the phone over to Roe. I didn't want to eavesdrop so i moved away from where Roe had parked on the kitchen counter while he talked. I could pick up bits and pieces of the conversation and tried to guess what mom had asked to get the responses i was hearing.
"Good." (pause) "yeah, he looks fine." a longer time of silence "No, he's not." and his end of the conversation continued like that for several more minutes. Finally he called for me again and slid his butt off the counter and passed the phone back to me, with a smile on his face. "Mom wants to talk to you again" he mouthed. He immediately headed back to park himself close to Travis. They were soon involved in yet another round of battling the evil doers.
It only took a couple days and Munroe had fit well into our household. He and Travis were hanging out all the time together after Trav's work day on base was over. If i was the jealous type i might have gotten upset with how close they became over the coming weeks. It was to be expected though. They were close in age and they had some similar interests.
When i made the flight reservations for Munroe we hadn't set a firm time for his return back home. Mom and dad were okay with that and after he'd spent just over a month with us i called them let them know things were working out well with him here. I asked for them to give me some sort of legal papers, so in case he got hurt or whatever, i could take care of him. They sent it in the mail, never batting an eye. Never imaging what i was planning.
I wanted Munroe to become what he was truly meant to be. Growing up on a farm and then going straight into the Corps was no way to find that out. I knew from first hand experience. One night when Munroe and Travis had gone to the movies i had a long talk with Weis. I wanted to make sure i didn't make any mistakes in opening Roe's eyes and heart to what he was to be. Weis guided me carefully and slowly through the steps that i'd need to do with him to make it the joyful and meaningful right of passage i had envisioned. The proper progression of programs to have him witness. Weis had long since cataloged all the versions of the visions we spent hours looking at, listening to and absorbing to our bones. When i was ready to open Roe's horizon to him, i now felt confident that i knew just what to do. Weis asked for all the sketches that i had worked on. I didn't even know that he was aware that i had been making or collecting them. Quickly sifting through them, there were several he paused over and set to the side.
"That gives me something to work with, you can stop now." he stated flatly. I was just sketching on my own accord. Why would i want to stop? But i noticed over the next several days that i didn't pick up the pencil nor pad and had no interest in drawing now. I went through phases like that. I had as a kid and apparently that little idiosyncrasy had stuck with me.
When they returned to from the movies i noticed Munroe had developed a nice little ring pattern in his left hip pocket perfectly outlining the can of copenhagen that he now always had with him. He made me proud. He now packed a can with just two or three crisp snaps and had learned quickly the proper way to pinch the snuff with his two fingers and thumb to place a nicely sized fattie. Munroe was always a quick learner. He dipped 3 or 4 times a day. He was yet to become a constant dipper like his house mates. I had never forced a dip on him except the one time in the bathroom, months ago with his first haircut. All the other times it was strictly his choice.
Munroe's appearance had changed significantly since he first arrived. His hair never got longer than the #1 crop that Weis and Trav wore. His head had tanned up nicely and he had never asked about the clothes that he brought out when he arrived on the west coast. The daily runs that he started joining me on soon began to melt the remaining fat from his frame.
I offered to take Roe along with me one day when i felt the urge for additional ink. I wasn't sure just what i'd get. I hadn't really given it much thought. But the itch was severely upon my ass and the feel of the needle was the only way to get it taken care of. He jumped at the chance and never made any remarks about me not needing any more ink or anything like that. We arrived with no appointment, but it was a mid-week day and there wasn't anyone there but the owner and his son. Their music was playing loudly throughout the studio as Munroe opened the door. i closed it behind me as i him followed in. I introduced my brother to the owner and soon began chatting him up, catching up on our lives.
Soon Munroe broke into our conversation and said "We're here to get some ink." i looked, with an open mouth in Roe's direction. "What's this "we" crap?" i said half laughing.
"I want to get a tattoo, too." he stated with a look in his eyes that told me he was both dead serious and hopeful that i would go along.
The owner came to my rescue. "If you're not 18, law says you have to have your parents written permission."
"Or legal guardian, right?" Munroe came right back with.
"Or legal guardian." the owner confirmed. Munroe turned to me with the look in his eyes and a huge smile on his face. I knew where this was leading to. The owner spotted it too and turned back to me. I just grinned and slowly nodded. Then wobbled my head back and forth. He had me.
"Yeah, i am his guardian right now." i conceded.
Munroe had obviously planned for this occasion; the time when i would once again give in to the need to the feel of needles pressing into my flesh. He knew that i was addicted to both the process and the end result. Now it was squarely on my shoulders. Should i say yes and catch the wrath of my parents when they discovered what i allowed, or should i give in to what he so clearly wanted. The owner raised just one eyebrow as he watched me closely. I could tell that he'd clearly support me telling him no. He knew that Munroe had bushwhacked me on this. But if if i said yes, i also knew that he would do a terrific piece on my little brother, whatever it was. I thought only briefly in coming up with my decision. It was as simple as this. He could get one now, with a guy that i trusted to lay down everything that i now wore, with the exception of my one USMC piece, or i could say no and as soon as Roe finished boot camp he'd go to some hack and get a piece of flash that 30,000 other guys sported and the work poorly done. Then i could hear my mother. The decision wasn't that easy. I better err on the side of caution.
"No, sorry little bro'" i finally said. He was crestfallen. I saw the air come out of him and his whole posture just sank. And with that declaration the owner turned towards me and began discussing what i was looking for today. The argument was over and closed. Period. I asked if he had any ideas, as i took off my wifebeater that i always wore when i was heading towards his shop. He surveyed the ink that now covered the majority of my upper body.
"How much time you got?" he asked.
I looked at the clock on the wall and did some mental calculation, "Hmm, a couple hours" i said.
"Want an outline or a completed piece?" was his next query.
I decided i wanted a complete piece today. My real estate was filling in and i wanted for me and Weis to more clearly plan out the large fill-ins that would tie all the other ink together. So the piece i'd get today would be a small one. The owner disappeared into his cubicle where he laid down all his ink. He returned with several pages of sketches. They looked both familiar and completely unfamiliar. There was one piece though, it was a celtic knot, but done in a tribal style. I fixated on it. It was in the shape of a triangle. For some reason there was a hidden meaning to it. I knew it, yet i couldn't place it's connotation. I was deeply drawn to it. That was the piece i wanted. For some reason i almost instantly knew exactly where i wanted it placed.
"I want that... right here!" i pointed to the spot that particular design was destined to located. The owner sized the piece and enlarged the stencil to what i requested. I had a difficult time seeing the lines left by the stencil. I called over Roe to ask his opinion.
"It's perfect, bro'" he said, almost in awe. The owner had a good eye, so i was sure the size and placement would be good. It was just over 3 1/2" across at the top and nearly the same from the top edge to the point of the triangle, that i made sure was pointing down. Shortly after everyone agreed on the placement and size i placed a huge load of cope in. i told Munroe to go grab a paper cup from the water bubbler by the front counter. The owners son grabbed one of the cups and handed it to Munroe. Munroe asked for another and soon he had a cup in each hand. Roe passed one cup off to me and soon after placing a sizable pinch in between his lip and lower jaw, he was filling the other with the juice from his lips. The owner gloved up, got his gear gathered and soon i was in rapture as ink was being pushed under my flesh.
The whole tat didn't take even half an hour. I had gotten the start of a buzz from it, but sadly, it ended all too soon. I looked in Roe's eyes. He was both enthralled and envious. "Please? I want that exact same one. We're brothers. Let me, please?" Munroe pleaded.
I don't know if it was the buzz, my hard cock or what, but i acceded to his wishes and told the owner it was okay to give him the exact same tat. The owner gave me a chance to re-think my decision, but i assured him it was okay. As the owner was preparing his materials and the needles from the autoclave the next cubicle over, i held Roe by his arm and told him that his was to be up by his shoulder, pointing to the spot on his right arm where it was to go. I went to the desk where his son was removing the form i had to sign from one of the desk drawers, authorizing Roe's ink. After i signed, i had to use their restroom. The tat job hadn't been long enough for me to get off. I had to jack, and i had to do it now! I saw the owner preparing another stencil and off i went to take care of important business. I knew that Munroe was in the best of hands. Entering the lavatory i was in dreamland as i focused on the process that i had just undergone and feeling that special something a skin feels in times like this. It didn't take long for me to toss a load up on my wifebeater and nearly hitting my chin. I cleaned myself as well as possible, but the stains were evident on the whiteness of my undershirt. It was obvious, but i didn't give a fuck. If somebody didn't like it, they could go screw themselves. After regaining my breath i opened the door and turned off the switch.
I walked the twenty or so feet to the cubicle to check out how Munroe's first ink job was coming. I stopped dead in my tracks. My eyes frozen on the scene i was looking down upon. Munroe was more 3/4's way through getting his tat just below the base of his skull, high on his neck. The exact same spot that i had gotten mine. I had expressly told him to have it put on his arm. I was furious. Hadn't the owner heard me say that? Well, he had been running around, and i didn't specifically tell him where it was to go. In fact i told him to give Munroe the exact same tat as mine. He had. It was too late to call a halt to the operation. I wordlessly walked over and stood in front of him. So he could see my docs and bleachers as his head remained cradled in the support while he continued to get ink. The owner could tell from my actions all was not right. I just shook my when he gave me that inquisitive look, silently asking if he should pause. He turned back to the project at hand and proceeded to finish out the opposite side. It was only minutes later the deed was done.
I stood there watching the owner clean up that back of my little brother's neck, then gently he applied the ointment before allowing Roe up, passing him the hand mirror to allow him to see his reflection of his neck in the full length mirror that was to his back. I was flooded with all sorts of emotions, pissed seemed to be foremost. I was also thrilled and gradually i was aware that my freshly pumped cock was now again leaking pre-jism onto my shaved flesh hidden behind the denim. That little prick-of-a-brother-of-mine was going to get a severe ass chewing. My years in the corps helped me perfect that ability.
"We need to be heading back home, mate." my brother distractedly said as he stood moving the hand mirror side to side to glimpse the best possible view of his first ink.
"You should pay your own way, you little fucker." i shot back at him. Of course he wouldn't have to. He probably couldn't have any way. I tossed an appropriate tip on the counter where the owner had now joined his son.
Munroe stopped. Frozen in position. He looked hurt. Didn't he understand what he'd done? My heart melted as i looked on him. God, why couldn't i stay pissed at him? I was going to give it my best this time. The shop door closed behind us and we walked down the steps reaching the ground floor. Soon the gravel of the lot was crunching under foot.
"What?" Roe half whined.
"What the FUCK was going through your head getting your first tat on the back of your neck?" i spat back.
He now realized how upset i was. He knew enough not to push his luck and clammed up. As we went to get in my car, i reached for a huge fuckin' dip. My can was nearly empty. This is NOT what i needed at the moment. I scratched out the remains of the can and tossed it to the ground. My lip didn't even bulge.
"Give me a fuckin dip." i yelled across the car roof. Munroe was standing outside the opposite door. Before tossing me his can, he packed it and popped the lid, placing a huge one in. he replaced the lid and decided to slide it across the roof to me. I snatched it up and wrapped the can, sending all the snuff to one side. As i twisted off the lid i spied enough remaining to make me happy. It would have been a sad day if he hadn't left me enough and i was forced to kill him right there on the spot. He would have been dead fuckin' meat.
We each opened our doors and climbed in. i just sat there. I didn't even put the key into the ignition. I was steamed. Roe remained silent. Minutes passed... Finally Munroe found his voice.
"...But I just want to be like you...." he said softly.
Hearing that, i just slumped forward. My forehead resting on the wheel. My hands fought to grip the steering wheel on either side of my head. I was drained. How was i ever to respond to something like his last words with anger...
Finally i gathered my strength and sat upright. I shifted to look at him. "You sure you want to be just like me?" my voice was shaking. Roe nodded slowly. Somehow i felt he was aware what that truly entailed. More aware than i had hoped. He reached over and placed the palm of his left hand on the back of my head. He slowly drew my face towards his. As we closed in on each other i reached out for the back of his head. I tilted my head slightly forward. Soon our skinhead foreheads were resting against one another.
A tear ran down my cheek. We sat there some moments, then i disengaged myself from him and regrouped. I started the car and soon pulled out the parking lot in the direction of our place.
Neither of us uttered a word the whole way back. As we pulled into one of our parking spaces i shut off the engine. I wasn't anxious to get out. Munroe stretched out his arm and his hand grasped my leg closest him. Again i looked to his side of the car. Our eyes met. I returned the action with my hand on his leg, squeezing it firmly. As i did that he slid his hand up. Near, but stopping short of making contact with my crotch.
Munroe had faithfully called to check in with our parents each weekend. I made sure he did. Mom was a mother hen type and wanted to make sure her baby boy was fine. She hounded him again as to what he wanted for his birthday. He told her he saw some cool stuff in a shop out here he couldn't find back home and if it was okay, to send money and he'd get it himself. Mother was always reluctant to send money in fear it would be spent frivolously. So the phone was passed to me and i assured her that i personally would buy the stuff Roe wanted. She would send it out priority mail, so it would arrive by Wednesdays, his 18th birthday. I already had gotten his presents. What i didn't know was what Weis and Travis had planned for the special day.
The only thing i was sure of was that it was now hours from my little brother's birthday and it had been a couple months since i heard him talk about joining the corps. I had also successfully avoided taking him down to a graduation at MCRD. The graduations are motivating as hell and i was sure if he was on the fence about joining, that would push him straight into camouflage clothing for the next four years. Wednesday arrived with little flourish, other than all of us congratulating him on turning 18. There was a cake and some token gifts. Dad and mom called to wish him a very happy 18th birthday. I had to promise mom that i wouldn't get him drunk. I promised, but that was only for his birth DAY. We were holding off on the celebration until Friday night, so we had the weekend to both party and recover. Friday night came and after cleaning up the table, Weis and Travis surprised both of us with a set of four tickets to a show that was held in a small club in town. We soon all dressed out and headed over to the show.
Even though Munroe hadn't been fully educated into the ways of the skinhead, he did me proud. There were some punks that tried to start some shit as everyone filtered out after the show. Big mistake. We had just started getting into Weis' car. Guess they didn't notice that two of us skins had dog tags hanging around their necks. Of the other two, one was not long out of the corps and the other was a strong-as-shit farm boy. None of us were ready to back down from anything they could throw our way. It was a bit messy, us four against the six of them. They did get in a couple lucky shots. Unfortunately Roe was the recipient of them. Even though he had a small cut on his jaw and an eye that would likely be black and blue by morning, they definitely came out on the short end of the stick. Well, actually baseball bat. Calling us queers just because of what Weis and Travis did as they went to get in the car. Fuck 'em, they deserved getting stomped. Munroe was right there laying into them with the rest of us. We got the hell out of dodge before the cops showed.
Munroe was seriously pumped when we broke through the front door. He was fired up and just kept getting more wound up with each time he brought up something about the fight. We all pulled off our torn and bloodied shirts. Weis headed to the kitchen and swung open the refrigerator door. Next the freezer door opened and closed. Not too long afterwards four frosted mugs of Weis' world famous grog made it into the living room where we had had gathered. Me and Munroe on the sofa, Trav across the coffee table, on the floor. The drinks were handed out and soon there was a collective guttural roar as we cheered both our hard fought victory, and Roe chugging his first taste of Weis' brew. A twelve pack of Newcastle was next opened and four more cold ones were soon parked in front of each of us. Travis should have known better when he had gotten the second round. It seemed almost as soon as he sat back down on the carpet it was time for round three for a couple of us. Munroe went to the stereo and put on a couple of our favorite cds. The volume was cranked. Fuck the neighbors, fuck the world. This was a time of serious celebration.
Sure enough, maybe an hour into it, there was banging on the wall. I got up and turned down the music. "Hold it down, it's after midnight!" we heard coming from the neighbors. The music came back on, but now the volume was reasonable and we could carry on conversations without having to shout like before. I let everyone know i was ready to give Munroe his birthday presents i had gotten him.
"Mate, before you do that, we have to give him ours." Weis grinned. Both Trav and Weis got up and headed off to the storage area. Soon they returned with an over sized shopping bag with handles on the top and another bag. Travis reached in Weis' bag and handed a box to my little brother. Weis reached in and handed me one too. I looked at him, puzzled. Then they both stuck their hands in and came out with what appeared to be two more identical boxes. We all waited for Roe to open his first. It was a beauty pair of headphones, but these didn't have any wires attached. I opened mine, and found the same thing. They had foam cushions to surround the ears and were nicely padded on the part that rested on the top of the head. I sat mine on my head and after adjusting them to fit, i immediately fell in love with them. I slipped them back off and saw Munroe was trial fitting his, too.
"These are wireless and all matched to this..." Weis spoke proudly as he pulled a base unit out that appeared to have a miniature flying saucer impaled on the top of it. He displayed the unit proudly. Then he turned to head over to the computer nook. As he headed off Travis then brought out a box from his bag with some connections wires already attached and showed it off. Munroe and i were both baffled as to the purpose of that unit and sorta shrugged at each other and we both started laughing.
"Piss break!" i yelled! I dashed to the head while i think it was Munroe that went to the kitchen,opening the fridge to grab four more cold newcastles. A pause was made during the installation process to allow the brown ale to drain down our throats.
After a bit, the apparatus they had gotten started to make sense. Anyone that had their headset turned on could now listen to what was coming off the computer. It would allow more than one mate to hear what was running on the computer, unlike before with the one wired headset. After Travis was through making up the connections with our plasma hdtv, things got more interesting. Obviously Weis and Travis had done a trial run with all the wires and tested everything out before, when Munroe and i were out of the house. Weis was kneeling over by the computer, watching for Trav to give him a nod. Travis told me to turn the tv to the auxiliary feed. I did and once there the nod was given. Weis did something and soon the screen saver that had been running on the computer screen was now displayed on the television too. Weis started the computer's cd/dvd player and the sound also came through the surround sound system we had set up to the tv. I killed the volume on that so as not to disturb our neighbors again. Both Roe and i snapped our heads around to look at each other, and again began laughing our asses off. The other mates started laughing too. Weis came back over to join me and Roe. Travis had also closed in on Roe and we all took turns hugging him and wishing him a happy birthday. When it was his turn, Travis gave him a huge hug and congratulations and then pulled his head back a bit to look into Munroe's eyes and gave him a quick kiss and Munroe smooched him back. Weis and i just rolled in laughter when we both witnessed that!
"And i have something for you too!" Munroe grinned, looking at me. He pulled me to him and planted a huge kiss on my lips. His tongue tried to pry my unprepared lips open. As he pulled away he smiled and said "That's from mom. She DID make me promise i'd give you a kiss for her." Now the three of them were nearly rolling on the floor.
"Mom would NEVER try to slip me tongue, you little perv!" i chuckled, and joined them in their laughter. "By the way, mom & dad's check came in. What shop did you see the stuff at that you couldn't get back home?" i inquired.
Roe barely skipped a beat when he smiled and stated "The tattoo shop..."
Now it was my turn to pull him to me and this time it was my tongue that tried to enter his mouth. Our tongues darted and sparred with each other for a brief bit and then i drew back.
"Happy birthday, little bro'" i whispered to him as i looked into his smiling eyes.
"I'm feeling verrrrrrrry left out over here.." Weis said, grinning madly. And that is all the prompting it took for Munroe to head in his direction. First thanking him for the wonderful birthday, then grabbing the littlest one there and hoisting him off the ground in a bear hug to give him an visibly passionate kiss. Munroe started spinning Weis around. After about three circles it immediately became obvious that the alcohol was affecting his balance. Soon Munroe and Weis went off kilter and nearly tumbled to the ground. They were able to catch themselves before crashing to the floor. Again we all roared, being in excellent spirits.
"You said when you first got here that you had always wanted to be like me..." i said in an even tone to Munroe as the other two were in using the pisser. "Are, you still sure?" i asked hoping he'd answer in the affirmative.
He grabbed my shoulders and gazed squarely at me and firmly stated "I am MORE than sure..." The hugest grin came over me.
"Before you get my presents, we have some stuff i want you to watch first." i explained.
"Please tell me you got me my gear. PLEASE tell me you got me my gear...." Munroe pleaded. I just smiled and informed him his sorry ass would have to wait to see. I barged into the shitter to let them know i was going to begin Munroe's show that Weis and i had been preparing for, for so many months. I didn't mean to interrupt them. Weis removed his lips from Trav's slickly shaved member long enough to let me know they'd be out shortly and to start without them. I left the door open as i exited and went to the kitchen.
Two more brown ales were opened and i grabbed a fresh can of copenhagen, cutting the label with my finger nail. I returned to be with Munroe and tossed him the can. He deftly placed a huge-ass lipper in and sent the can sailing back in my direction. I did the same. We both picked up one of the plastic glasses from the coffee table and Munroe settled down. We put on our headsets, turning them on and i moved towards the computer. I now knew my way around it and quickly found what i had waited for so long to run for my little brother. I turned to look at him as my finger was hung, suspended over the key on the keyboard that would change his life forever. He was gazing back with a look of anticipation, excitement, respect and the faintest hint of fear of the unknown. He took a good solid hit from his newcastle and adjusted his spit cut, so everything was within easy reach. I hit the button..."Let the show begin...." i thought to myself....
The program started. It was a psychedelic light show. The music was pounding it's awesome beat. The light show progressed. It was impressive to see the display on the large screen. The new headphones were killer and the sound quality was damn good. I slipped off one side, just to make sure the driving beat was not coming through the speakers, disturbing anyone outside our house. I went to gather another ale for myself. Travis was on the phone and pointed it at me. I slipped my earphones off and as he cupped the telephone's mouthpiece he informed me mom was on the line. "Well, here's Miller, nice talking to you, ma'am." Travis politely said passing the phone to me. "I told her Munroe wasn't here..." he warned in a whisper, so our stories would match.
No, sorry, Munroe wasn't available to come to the phone, i had to tell her. I told her he and a friend went to see a show. I didn't exactly lie. We had gone to a show, and now he was enveloped in another, vitally more crucial one. I had gotten the check but hadn't used it yet to get the stuff from the shop he wanted. I promised her i'd get him there soon and he could get just what he wanted. We chatted several more minutes. Mom was now grilling me as to when Munroe would be coming back home. That was my little brothers choice, he had an open invitation to stay as long as he'd like. I had to assure her that he was absolutely no problem. No, i didn't have any idea about when he was going to enter boot camp. I truthfully told her he hadn't mentioned it in some time. I was evasive as to exactly when it was no longer a topic of conversation. I could tell that mom was frustrated with me not giving her direct answers. That was stuff between our parents and Munroe and i wasn't going to get in the middle of any of that. After a bit i told her i loved her and to say "hi" to dad and hung up. As soon as i did, i realized why she sounded nearly frantic. She now had no one at the house, other than dad. I had been gone for years, entering straight into the marine corps after graduation. Monica left the house four years later to enter college and was now working on her doctorate. In what field, i hadn't a clue. She and i were never that close and we rarely communicated. Then there was Munroe, her baby. As his visit with me turned into months, mom started noticing how quiet the house was. I'm sure the realization of what was in store regarding her future was difficult on her. She loved nurturing us, having little loaves of fresh baked bread coming out of the oven when us kids arrived home from school; making stuff for the school bake sales. Sitting patiently through the years of practice, encouraging us as each struggled to learn to play our musical instruments. She was involved in my boy scout troop and she and dad never missed a football game in which either i or Munroe played. Now, there was no one there other than the man she'd been married to for the last almost 30 years. They had run out of conversation long before i left the house.
She wanted her baby boy back. Only that wouldn't happen. After the full treatment that we had planned for Munroe, it couldn't happen. Her little boy would be gone. I had drank that newcastle down while leaning against the counter, contemplating what my mother must be going through.
But i was now involved in casting a new future for my little brother. I grabbed another bottle and headed back to observe Roe and how he was holding up. Munroe hadn't taken another hit off his beer since i had left for the kitchen. I was pleased to see both Trav and Weis sitting on either side of Munroe. They were all on the floor, leaning their backs against the bottom portion of the sofa. They all had their headphones on and appeared totally engrossed with what was passing by on the screen in front of them and to whatever was designed to be playing along with it. Neither of my mates had bothered getting dressed after leaving the bathroom. Munroe probably hadn't noticed their state of undress. Munroe's arms laid slackly to his sides. It didn't appear that his dip cup had been touched since i left. He must be gutting the liquid produced in his mouth from the copenhagen. Weis was slowly stroking his straight rod. Trav was doing likewise with his. His other hand was slowly working it's way up and down the button front of the bleachers Roe was wearing. Roe just sat there, mesmerized, wholly focused with what was transpiring on the television.
It was up to me to stay out of the loop. I couldn't get drawn into the ongoing programming that was filling the minds of everyone in the living room. It would be me that would decide when breaks where necessary to allow for them to piss, get another drink or a fresh dip of cope placed. I kept track of the time and frequently checked on my little brother. I wanted him changed for the better, not damaged. I hung out in all the rooms of the house except the living room. It would be far too easy for me to get drawn in. Then they would lose their safety net. My sole responsibility was to look out for all my mates and make sure everything went according to our plan. After a couple hours i hit the pause button on the computer. "Three minute break." i announced through the microphone on the computer. My voice would be transmitted to their individual headsets. "Three minute break." i repeated. Weis and Trav responded most quickly. They came around and rose to their feet. Munroe continued to stare at the now blank screen.
My mates helped me pull Roe to his feet. The three of them headed off to the bathroom. They had drunk enough that pissing was the first order of business. I momentarily stood at the doorway, then headed off to take care of a couple things. While one pissed another was dumping his load of stale copenhagen in the sink and rinsing his mouth out with water. Munroe was waiting to see who would finish their task first, so he could take their spot. It was Travis, at the sink. Roe immediately followed Travis' lead and emptied his mouth and swished water around, spitting out any remaining bits of remaining snuff. Finally Weis finished. His forceful steam of urine slowly trickled off. He backed away from the toilet and the spot was immediately filled by Travis. Munroe had completed his mouth flush and awaited his turn at the toilet. They soon wrapped up all needed tasks in the bathroom and headed out. I directed them into the kitchen, for more liquid refreshment.
I had poured each a glass of Weis' grog and they thirstily gulped it down. When the glasses were returned to the counter empty, i handed the awaiting can of dip to Weis, who was closest to me. He packed the tin well and worked a huge gagger into his awaiting lip. The can was passed down the line. Travis was next. I wasn't sure if Munroe was up for another, but he obviously was as he placed a monster wad into his mouth, then went back for a second load to shove in. i herded them back to the living room.
While they were in the bathroom, I had placed a couple of our largest towels on the carpet where they had been sitting. Weis took the lead heading back to their previous spots. I held Munroe back and Travis passed him by. I looked in Roe's eyes. I couldn't read what was going on behind them. I reached down and uncinched the buttons on my bleachers that covered his bottom half. I worked them down until they were gathered around his feet. Munroe stepped out of them. Now he matched the other two. As i came back up, there was the faintest of smiles on his face. His eyes still refused to focus on me. I slapped his ass and pointed for him to join my mates in front of the sofa. They assisted him in nestling back down between them. Their headsets were still in place so i found the play button and hit it. It seemed to be only seconds later and i could tell they were all deeply drawn back into the sounds and visions that were assaulting their senses. I turned on the surround sound system, then adjusted the volume so it was a reasonable level. Now at least i had something to listen to.
I checked the clock and made a mental note of the time. I went in the bedroom and began flipping through one of the soft cover books that Weis had that told of the history of skinheads. I read a couple chapters while i glanced to the alarm clock to check the time. To a lot of people they use the term 'mate' to describe a friend. But long ago i realized a real mate is so much more. One mate would literally lay his life down for another mate. It's about trust and honor and respect for one another... It's hard to put it adequately into words. A mate is often closer than kin. In my case i would soon have a mate that WAS kin. I was in heaven at the prospect. For that process to happen to Munroe i had to trust that Weis and Travis would help him reach his goal. By the time their next planned break came around, they would have been watching our program for almost five hours. They were sure to be hungry. I headed to the kitchen to fix them something to take care of their hunger pangs. After searching around i came up with some stuff that was sure to satisfy.
I peeked around the corner to check up on them. I only saw the back of Roe's head. I moved in closer and soon i saw the heads of my mates. Both were down in the vicinity of my little brother's crotch. Their headsets were now off. I came around enough to look at his face, standing just to the side of the tv. Munroe wasn't even aware i was there. His eyes were glued to the action happening on the screen. His smile was obvious. Roe's hands were up at his chest. He was slowly twisting his own nipples. He obviously wasn't in distress, so i retreated. I was so proud of my little brother. He was taking this like the skinhead i hoped he would be. God i love my mates, with all the assistance they were now providing. If i'd seen something like what i had just witnessed while i was still a gung ho marine, i'd have wanted to split some heads. I'd have probably thought it was something sick and unnatural. That's how fucked up my head was then. Now i saw the pure beauty in what was happening to my little brother. Thank goodness that Weis came into my life and helped me get my individuality back and opened my eyes.
I would let them go another two hours before i would give them another break. Checking back in on them, i spotted all three heads, headphones in place. Munroe's head was slightly tilted to one side. Coming around in front of them i knelt down, i saw that his eyelids were closed. Even though the audio would have some effect on him, i wanted him to experience the whole package we had worked up for him. I went and once again paused the program. Slowly my mates came around. Soon they saw why i had stopped the show. Munroe was breathing slowly, either passed out or very sound asleep. I decided to call it a night for all of us. We'd pick up the action after we all got a couple hours of shut eye. Travis and Weis turned off their earphones and i removed Roe's and went to turn off the switch on it's side.
Suddenly he jerked and his eyes went wide open. He had a wild look in them. In a couple seconds, after realizing where he was, the whole expression on his face changed as he realized he was in a safe place.
"We're going to call it a night and get some sleep." i told him. He nodded his head in acceptance. "Want me to make up your bed for you, or you just want to sleep on the sofa?" i asked.
"Naw, don't bother making up the bed..." his voice trailed off.
Unsteadily he reached behind himself and used the edge of the sofa to push himself up to standing. It was about that time he surveyed the situation, realizing he was buck naked. It didn't seem to faze him in the least. Soon we were once again stacked in the bathroom to take care of business before calling it a night. Munroe didn't want to wait. He shuffled to the kitchen sink. Soon the water was running and he was rinsing the last of the days dip from his mouth. When i had finished with the toilet i went to join him in the kitchen. Not only was he using the kitchen sink to cleanse his mouth, he was now using it as a urinal. How could i be pissed? Adapt and overcome was one of the corps credos.
"You holdin' up okay?" i asked, holding his head with my hand. Hoping he would focus on me.
"Oh yeah. More than okay, mate" he responded. I was satisfied he would come through the barrage that we were throwing at him with flying colors. I pulled his head to mine and we rested our heads together. As i looked down i saw his semi-flaccid dick start to strengthen. He'd be fine. I couldn't get over of how proud i was of him.
I headed to the bedroom. Travis and Weis were already under the covers. We were worn out enough i knew tonight we would only be sleeping. As i got under the covers, Munroe's shadow appeared in the doorway. "Room enough for one more, mates?" he asked. How could i deny him. We all re-adjusted ourselves and Munroe now had the outside position from me. All of us were on our side, except for the runt. Weis didn't take up much room either way. Travis was turned facing Weis, i was turned to the other side rubbing butts with Trav, and Munroe had his back to me. Within minutes we were all sound asleep. I waited until i heard either snoring or slow, rhythmic breathing from the rest. Everyone was safe so now i could drift off. To get more comfortable i placed my arm over Munroe's chest. In his slumber, he instinctively drew my hand down so our arms cradled each others.
Monroe's indoctrination went off as planned. He spent pretty much the rest of the week parked in front of the computer, his lips always bulging with nicely packed loads of copenhagen, butt naked and strokin' his shaft. When i set him up in front of the computer on the 4th morning, i noticed that his dick was as smooth as mine and Trav's. His pubes were gone now, too. I was so proud of my little brother. Just months ago he showed up looking like some slug-thug white boy. He slumped and slouched and tried to talk hip-hop slang he had to have picked up off the satellite dish on the television up in his room or at the central high school that was nearly 30 miles away. Out on our farm there wasn't any streets and there weren't any thugs for him emulate. Now he had decent role models and mates and he had turned himself around nicely.
The weeks since his birthday had passed so quickly, it was now after thanksgiving and christmas was fast approaching. He was on the way to finding his true calling and the Marine Corps was not part of it. Munroe had gone out the beginning of November and got himself a job at a little indie record store. Well, they didn't have many records, mostly cd's. The tats that he now displayed were taken in stride by his co-workers and the customers alike. As was his eyebrow piercings and the the tunnels that were in both his lobes.
“Oi, mate, i want to head over to the shop, care to come?” Roe asked of me. I didn't need to ask which shop he was talking about.
“You think you can get over there without me?” i chuckled back. “Hell ya!”
He was my little brother, but i no longer dictated what he could and couldn't have done to himself. I'd be fucked if HE was gonna have some ink laid or hole punched without me matching or bettering him. For the first time, i tossed him the keys and he just smiled as we headed out the door. It was almost in unison that before opening the car doors we reached to our hip pockets and removed our tins and packed a couple nice ones for the drive over.
“Ya know, I really like our mates, but Weis, he's getting where he doesn't fit in with us.” Roe casually mentioned to me in passing.
“How ya figure?” i asked as i began thinking about his statement. And with no further prompting my little brother outlined all the reasons he had said what he had about Weis.
It certainly wasn't due to ideological differences. We were all on the same page there. It pretty much had to do with appearance and how involved he was with transforming everyone else in the house. In little over a year Weis had profoundly opened my eyes and head. He was directly responsible for me getting my individuality back. He'd done the same with Trav, and now Munroe was well on his way to permanently displaying to everyone what he truly was. Weis had remained relatively unchanged. He was our mate, no doubt. There was zero questions as far as his honor and character. Munroe and i both agreed that Weis needed to show a bit more of the same character that we'd developed. We'd talk to Trav and see how he felt about it. Then the subject turned to Monroe.
“So,” i asked cautiously, “what you think about yourself?” wondering to myself if he had any regrets as to what we had done to him.
“Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing.” he said absently as his focus remained on the traffic around us. “You always liked girls... Me, well, there's a reason that i was a virgin until i came here... There was a reason why i didn't go to the prom or my senior ball....” he left his declaration dangle in the air. “That's one of the reasons why I wanted to go into the Marines. To prove to myself that i was a real man.” his voice now trailed off.
I wondered how many times that same thought forced so many young men to do just what Munroe had originally planned on doing. Now i was thanking the stars that we had the chance to show him his true self without him enlisting just to prove a point; or more accurately to disprove something that was obviously true but he'd been brought up to reject as being wrong.
The crushed stones shifting under the tires brought me out of my thoughts. Munroe parked the car and soon we were heading up the stairs. Only the owner was in the shop.
“Where's all the GOOD help?” I shouted, entering, as greeting to him. He smiled as he recognized the voice and turned towards us.
“Gentlemen, and i use that term loosely, what's up with you guys today?” he asked with a big bear of a grin on his face.
“We came to partake of your services, sensi.” Munroe chimed in, smiling also. Roe walked towards him and hugged and gave him a friendly pat on the back. The owner reciprocated.
We shot the breeze with him for a bit, slowly the conversation got to the purpose of our visit. First i discussed what i had in mind, then it was Munroe's turn. The owner waited for Roe to finish and then he brought up an idea he'd been pondering.
The owner wanted to know what Munroe thought of the idea of having a planned body of ink, with a common theme. Roe's eyes twinkled when what the owner finished his explanation. He'd be the first in the house to have a thoughtfully designed, woven design on as much of his body as he cared to embellish. Roe's head snapped in my direction as the concept sunk in. I smiled and nodded. I now found myself trying to tie all my individual pieces together. With a master plan, like what the owner had in mind, Roe wouldn't have that same problem. There was some more discussion as to the general theme and Munroe finally decided on celtic designs with strong skinhead images included. With a general idea of what Roe was looking for, the owner let him know that it would probably be a week or so to give him time come up with some ideas. It sunk in then that he wouldn't be getting any ink today. He seemed to be okay with it. So i was be the only one getting ink today. Roe would get to watch.
One of my pieces was finished, the other about half way complete when the owner's son arrived with meals in hand. I was getting wrist bands, celtic style on both wrists. They were almost 2 ½” wide and looked awesome. While i remained focused on my work, Munroe was chatting up the son.
“You want to eat while your food is hot?” I asked the owner.
“Hot food? Probably throw off my stomach. It wouldn't know what to do with hot food in it.” he responded, jokingly. He was intent on finishing my left wrist. Within the next half hour the final filling in was done and i was set. I rose up to check them in the mirror. Another fine job.
Munroe was just about done too. He had an eye brow pierced and the son was dabbing away the last of the blood from the septum piercing that Roe now sported. He hadn't gone gonzo wild the way i had. The son had expertly placed a 12 gauge niobium retainer between Munroe's nostrils. I smiled to myself. The smile of utter satisfaction, then surprise when Roe said “My treat today.” He reached into his right hip pocket and wedged his wallet from his bleachers. I offered to leave the tip and got a scowl as a response from him. Guess it was just a small “thank you” for what i had done for him.
“You need to use the head before we leave?” i asked, smiling at Roe. He knew what i meant. He was sporting a raging boner, too. After assuring me he could wait until we got home, we bid the two of them goodbye, hoping they'd enjoy their meals which were surely cold by now.
I offered to drive back. I knew how watery you eye could be and sensitive the nose was after getting a septum pierced. Roe assured me he was fine. Before climbing back in the passenger's side, i flipped out my old wad of cope and placed a fresh load in. Munroe didn't bother removing what he had in, he just packed more in on top. He had to squeeze to get his lips to meet. I saw him wince as he was reminded of his fresh piercing.
It was on the trip back to the house that Roe and i hatched our little plan. We just had to make sure that it was only Weis that viewed what we had worked up.
And work, it did. In just under 6 weeks Weis was transformed. At least when he was in the house. We now had three skins and our skindog, Weis. He was re-wired so as soon as he passed through the doorway his triggers would automatically take effect. Weis was cute moving between us skins on all fours. With his daily re-enforcements and the progressive programming, the formerly tough little skin stud was now looking to it's house mates for attention, love and comfort. Travis, after he figured out what Roe and i had started kept tweaking the programs to fine tune our skin dog's behavior. Weis was now living pretty much all his time off base in his skindog space. There were a few complications. Travis reported that more and more as he drove them into work that Weis didn't come out, back to the marine-self until sometimes as they were getting ready for formation. But Travis also said he didn't want to back down on the amount of warping that we were doing to Weis' brain.
“Bro! What ya think of this?” Roe yelled to me. As i closed in on the screen, i smiled as Roe was staring as a page that had a butt plug that had a long extension, that of a dog's tail. It was perfect. It was pure agony waiting the 10 days for it to finally arrive. The nice thing was it was built even better that it appeared in the web page with it's description.
The one thing that all of us agreed on during the whole transformation of Weis was we'd still allow him to dip. Of course we had to pack the pup's lips cause he thought he didn't have anything but paws; no opposable thumb on our skindog. We simply placed a bowl on the floor along side his feed and water bowls for him to spit. When our dog was curled up next to us as we sat in the living room we'd relocated the bowl to be convenient for it. The amazing thing to me was just how well he adjusted and relished being our skindog. He had no worries. Everything that any good pup could hope for was provided to him by one of us. Of course there was only three skins sharing the bed. Our skindog had a sleeping bed on the floor next to us. It was funny as hell when when our pup would try to relieve himself. He'd hump the bed, hump our legs, whimpering the whole time. We'd all chide him and scratch him behind his ear when he calmed down. We took perverse pleasure in bringing our skinpup so close and then backing him off. It was almost a month into his full conversion as our skindog that our pup wouldn't back down while he was humping Roe's leg. It took a tall glass of ice water splashed on it's nuts to get his attention and get our pup back under control. “Have to tell y'all what happened today.” Travis recounted what Weis had done at work during noontime lunch. Just about all the guys in the shop had left. For some reason Travis let out one of Weis' triggers. There wasn't even any hesitation in Weis, his programming was solid. He dropped to all fours and started living as he did in our house. Only thing, a couple minutes later the gunny popped back into the shop, finding Weis on the floor on true doggie fashion. The gunny just looked at them both and continued moving through, into his office to grab something. As he came back out he stopped and stared at them both.
“He's trying to find sumthin' he dropped, gunny.” Is what i told him, Travis stated, trying to keep a straight face. The gunny rotated on his heals and headed back out the shop. Shaking his head. Travis, having a full wad of copenhagen in his mouth then started dropping gobs of his juice on Weis' head. Soon Travis brought Weis back up, acting like a marine again. Weis was instructed by one of his skins to rub the juice into his head and keep it there for the rest of the day. He did as instructed and never thought any more about it. But Travis had struck onto something. It now seemed that Weis' natural role was that as our skindog. It took a lot of energy for him to pretend to be a marine during his working hours. And his personality around the shop was very different than prior to us working on his new role around the house.
"You won't believe what happened at work today." Munroe said as he entered our apartment. I was was having a cold one with Travis, he had just passed me his tin of copenhagen so i didn't have to get up to go to the fridge and open another. Weis was stripped, collared and curled up next to my legs. Our skindog had a nice lipper of cope in, too. I had a day from hell at the chopper shop that i finally got a job at. Jasse, the owner was on a tear all day. His ex-wife came in first thing after we opened the doors and spun him up but good. So all us worker bees had to pay for her pissing him off all day. I wasn't sure that i was up for Roe, but he was hell-bent to fill us in on the details.
"So this guy comes in, and he looks military, but wasn't a marine." he noted. And a big note it was. We lived in a marine corps town. Other than a few errant navy guys we didn't see other branches very often. "He sorta keep watching me. Checking out my tats and my piercings." Roe continued. "I'd look at him and he'd glance away, but there was no mistaking he kept checking me out. So when the line thinned out, I went over to the racks that he was thumbing through and chatted with him. He just got back from Iraq and was with some army unit."
"Was he in uniform?" i asked, trying to decipher what my little brother was trying to tell us.
"Naw. He was in civvies." Roe responded, picking up on the way we talked around the house. "Anyway, he said that he got out right after his unit got back and they processed him out. He didn't want to go back home so thought he'd come down here and see what life was like in this part of the country. Seemed like a nice enough of a guy. Here's the funny part." Roe paused for dramatic affect. "I look square at him and say, "are you queer or something?" and his face just turned red as shit and then he looked away."
I started laughing, just envisioning the scene. Travis sat there nuzzled up to me, listening intently. "I hope you were easy on him." was my reply.
"Oh, I was. When I saw his reaction, I went up to him and waited for him to look back up and told him, "that's okay, i'm a faggot, too." Roe went on to tell of how the guy sorta relaxed and let down his guard after Roe's revelation to him. The man ended up giving my brother his phone number at one of the cheaper hotels in the area. The ones that rent rooms by the week. I asked Munroe if he planned getting in touch with him.
After a bit of thought Roe came back with "yeah, I think I just may...." as his voice drifted away. Well, since we were heading into a weekend, my thought was there was no time like the present.
So i urged Roe to give the guy a call. "Did you get his name?" i asked.
From the sheepish look, i could tell Roe didn't. "Ahhhh. Kevin. His name's Kevin. As he fumbled with the paper that had the guys number and obviously his first name too.
"I'm gonna go pick him up and have a drink or three. I'll be back in a while. Either with or without him." smiling, Roe stated as he packed himself a nice fattie of copenhagen in his lower jaw. His small empty gatorade bottle that he used as a spitter was picked up off the table along with my car keys and he was gone.
Now it was just me, Travis and our skindog. Alone in the house. Travis and i could talk right in front of Weis. It apparently was all gibberish that we were speaking as far as our little skindog knew. Weis was now to the point where he was but a well trained dog. He recognized his name, could do commands such as beg, roll-over, play dead, heal and such. His diet was that of a good kibble formula. The nutrition was rounded enough that a human could eat it with no detrimental effects. We did teach our skindog to drink from our piss slits. Life was good. We could sit there drinking our newcastles and when we needed to relieve our bladders we only had to call our skindog into action. Weis would lap up our streams and never spill a drop.
Our pup had drank from us until his own bladder was distended. He was whimpering and Travis and i knew the reason. We took a bit of perverse pleasure in asking him if he was horny, if it was ready to go to bed and all sorts of other things before landing on the question we knew it was ready to respond to.
"Has pup gotta go potty?" i personally thought Weis was gonna piss right there on the floor from his reaction. He wagged and wiggled and whined as soon as the words left my mouth, making sure his skins knew what he needed. Even though Travis and i both knew exactly where his leash was, we made this big scene searching around for it. We both took a pause to put a fresh load of copenhagen in our jaws. Travis even was to the point of pulling his smooth meat from his bleachers and started stroking it. Teasing Weis, he told him that he had to piss again, and to get over and service him. The look of panic in Weis' eyes was obvious. However his training was too solid for our pup to refuse. He obediently worked himself in front of Trav. My mate must have had a playful streak in him that felt like surfacing. He started smacking his slick rod on the sides of Weis' muzzle. There was both lust and frustration was evident in weis, but he complied and was soon salivating at the rod dancing before him.
Roe came back to the apartment. Empty handed and alone. "Yeah," he said upon seeing us, "Kevin was army and just got out. He professed that he wanted to be a real army dog, but he didn't push any of the right buttons on me, mates." And so the prospect of bringing another dog into the family appeared to be off for the time being.
"Mate, I have to tell you what your little brother mentioned last night." Travis nearly whispered to me, even though it was only the two of us in the place. Soon the discussion that Roe had brought up was all laid out before me. I was both a bit hurt and puzzled that my mate, my brother had thought of turning his older bro into another Weis. He was obviously getting a bit too big for his britches and i plotted with Trav on getting my mate back where he'd show me the proper respect that i expect.
It was a bit after 11pm when Roe arrived home from the record store. Since the following day he didn't have to work, i told him to clean up and get ready for a show that the three of us were gonna watch. Travis mentioned that he had been working on a special program on the computer that would put all of us into a true skinhead-muscle pumping mode. Roe went and got himself showered and comfortable. He loaded his lower and upper lips with about half a can of cope. He, like the rest of us had gotten into the habit of really loading our mouths up when there was something special for us to check out. Before getting settled onto the sofa, he ordered Weis over to not only take care of the cold one that he had upon arrival, but wanted Weis to sniff his arse, too. This was all going to Roe's head and i shot a conspiratorial glance in Trav's direction when he ordered Weis to go around behind him after drinking his second hand beer. Roe was none the wiser as to what was about to happen. There was no way that Roe would notice that the headsets for Travis and i weren't turned on, only his. We all parked in front of the big screen, with our newcastles and spit cups. We were all well packed, too. A single can was opened and used between the three of us. Travis keyed in his password and soon, on the tv a modified version of what turned Weis from marine to house pet commenced playing. Roe was sitting on the floor between myself and Trav. We were on the sofa, just behind him. It took only a couple minutes before Roe was sucked into the program so that the two of us could remove our headsets and move about. Roe was oblivious to our actions. We all had enough of the programming run through us that we went into the zone very quickly. Roe, for some reason, maybe his age, maybe something else that i hadn't figured, seemed quicker to being drawn in to the lights, images and messages that flashed before his eyes. I won't say that the rest of us are immune, because all of us were susceptible to them, but Roe definitely exhibited more profound reactions from the programming than any of the rest of us.
The special juiced-up version of the puppy maker was no different. And it was all for him. The program automatically paused after repeating 6 times. That was right at two hours of intensive puppy indoctrination. Meantime Trav had a bowl with a newcastle poured in it. He placed it next to our new pup. When i removed the headset i waited for my little brother's eyes to focus. When they did, i ordered him to drink up. He rolled to his side and very naturally started heading to it on all fours. It was a bit messy for Roe. He was lapping up the newcastle and still had his mouth packed with cope. Naturally some of it came out his mouth and floated in the beer bubbles. Roe, per instructions drank from the bowl thirstily.
As soon as our new pup's thirst was quenched we took it into the bathroom. Trav lead it into the tub and ordered on it's back. When it was ordered to, his piss started first at a trickle, then a full stream that worked its way up his denuded chest, past his copenhagen ladened mouth and soon was spraying the top of his head and over. As his piss stream began to slacken, he opened his mouth momentarily and lapped at the yellow water that soon came to an end.
"Back to the living room." i ordered to Roe and took his lead from Travis and yanked him out of the tub. Roe lost his balance and toppled over the edge of tub. I then drew his lead tight and kept Roe on a short leash. I ordered him to "heel" and he quickly drew himself to proper position to my side. I slowly guided him back out to the front of the tv again and ordered him to open his mouth and packed him with a decent size load of cope. I should probably share a bit of the program that first turned Weis and now my former brother, now our skinpup, Roe. To the world he'll still be one of us cope-dippin skins. I think i even love him more than when we were growing up, around each other all the time as kids.
As Roe was parked back in front of the tv, i readjusted his headset. When the program was restarted he would hear my voice. Driving both his body and mind into a restful and relaxing place.
"Relax, and breathe in. Breathe in you submission to your SkinMasters and breath out any memories before your true life as the skindog that you are.." my voice quickly put him to the point of mindless ecstasy from the many doses of my mantras that he had heard so many times before in the previous few months and now was quickly and most happily taken to another level of reality.
"Watch and become more than the pictures before your eyes. You see the pictures of the skins. You become more of a skin than what you see and are now. You see the pictures of the tattoos. You want more than what you see and are now." my voice and the screen have totally absorbed my former brother's existence.
Now Travis' begins the another level of subliminals that flash on the screen along with the hynodisc in the background with the pictures of our converted pup's visual references to it's new self and what it becoming more of each passing minute. Beyond the voice that has taken over his being. These subliminals were flashing yet more re-enforcing information back the the basic brain of my brother/skinpup.
My voice continued, "...Watch and absorb the pictures before your eyes. You see the pictures of the piercings. You want more than what you see and are now. Watch as you become more than the pictures before your eyes. You see the pictures of dippers. You want to dip more than you see and what you are now. Watch as you become more than the pictures before your eyes. You see the pictures of dogs. You become more of a skindog than what you see and are now." my directions had long ago bypassed my littler brother's thinking mind and went directly to his controlling mind. The basest of ourselves.
"The dog that you truly are and have always wished to release can now surface fully and happily."
My former brother was being transformed before my eyes. The visual treats, suggestions mind-fucks were countless and nearly endless...
"Hey, mate... you okay?...." Weis's voice was drifting in the air just beyond my consciousness. "Mate...Mate..." His voice was drawing me to it. "Come on, mate, open your eyes and.... good, now focus on me... good." as my eyes did able to gain hold of a single image, it was of Weis standing over me. I was splayed on the our bed. This isn't where i had been. I was working on Roe. Where's Roe?
"..ahhhh theeeere yaaa are maaaate..." as my eyes re-focused on my little brother. Travis was the next that my eyes moved to. My confused mind in a whirlwind. I couldn't piece together the happenings of my recent past.
I'm nearly back now. The mate of old. The mate that Weis had originally made of me. For it was never Weis that was puppified. It was yours truly. The visions of Weis being turned into a mindless dog was actually me visualizing myself as him. The job that i thought i had gotten was nothing more than the head-space that my mates had put me in when they had to leave me alone while they worked.
As far as Roe being converted from human form to a canine skin. Monroe did join me for a bit in my dog head-space... it was the only times that my brother fucked me in the ass. I was the pup and he was the alpha dog that drove it home with pure lust and skin passion. The wispy memories floated in an ether land just out of complete recall, but i they were there and i was comfortable with them.
I later found that the army guy was all in my mind. He was really Munroe, using Kevin as a reason to get out of the house for a few minutes as my last deep conversion to dog-dom began. But i knew deep in my soul that the army guy really WAS my brother. That it was his wish that the only times he ever had or ever would ever fuck anyone; man, woman, pup... it was with me. My little brother was destined and truly wanting of being converted wholly and completely into a thuggish skin to the world and to be permanently our house pup, as i had been for the last couple weeks.
"If it's good enough for my big bro..." he trailed off, the smile never leaving his face.. with that, we all loaded our lips with a fresh load of copenhagen. When were were all settled, i pressed the button on the computer starting the program they had used on me... soon his true conversion into our skindog would become reality. Man, i loved my little brother.
The end.
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* Where do I go from here?
17:19 on 2006-06-04
I didn't really understand a lot of the terms like dipping but it was good anyway
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* Where do I go from here?
10:13 on 2006-06-05 by muscle69
Awesome from beginning to end---Cheers
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* Where do I go from here?
14:39 on 2006-09-03
that is just plain fuckin' hot! more, PLEASE!!!
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* Where do I go from here?
16:04 on 2008-06-08 by Blitz Jones
Type your comment here...Difficult to maintain a theme and a well thought out story line for this length without it getting stale. The role reversals are appropriate and the sustained sexual overtones convey many fetishes without lingering to long on any one. The brother to brother consensual sex is handled effectively without becoming a predominant theme. Very Well Done.
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