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I hope that all of you had a good week and that your interest in Chokee's ongoing development is still strong. Thanks once again for all your positive feedback on my previous chapters. Now Chapter 25 is out.
The second part of the day is once again dedicated to Chokee's physical and mental condition. Tom turns out to be a much stricter, but also very efficient trainer and mentor. He just knows how to get the best out of his student. Also, Chokee's conversion into a dominant hardcore skin is showing his first effect on the outside world. Our hero is no longer prepared to take any offense or other inappropriate conduct without any immediate response. Some mainstream couple learns this the hard way.
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And now please enjoy Part XXV, hopefully still with the same hot feelings of adoration for our hero and for the other skin brothers. Also for this chapter I suggest that you leave your zip open right from the beginning and in thought join the brothers.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 25: An Eventful Day with Tom (Part 2)
I felt someone shaking my shoulder, then I woke up. I opened my eyes and saw Tom's face above me. From the expression on his face I could tell that he was back in his slavedriver mentality. In his tight bleachers jeans and super defined upper body he just looked like a modern version of Spartacus, I thought. And of course also Tom himself knew about his effect on other people and made use of it all the time - be it to scare the shit out of them or to make them hot.
"Come on, it's already past 2pm. Get your lazy ass up and let's move to the second part of today's training program. Quick!," Tom shouted.
"Easy, please. I just need to take a leak first," I replied while jumping up quickly from my mattress.
"Ok. Take a piss and then get your ass into your swimming trunk. I'll meet you at the main entrance in NO later than three minutes. And then we'll run to the pool."
At times, Tom could really be much harder than Seth. He always seemed to be solely focused on the physical task ahead of him. I went to the bathroom and released my bladder. By chance, I looked into the mirror and could see that the healing progress of my new tattoos had already started. That motivated me, 'cause I imagined how I would look when the whole process was over. I jumped into the swimming trunk and ran downstairs, where Tom had waited with growing impatience.
"You're late, asshole. Let's run to the pool. Lars made you do 20 lanes, right?," Tom asked half-joking.
I nodded.
"Not with me, mate. Immediately after we get there, you jump into the pool and you'll do 50 lanes, understand? And don't dare lose speed! This is a training session and not a twink party!," Tom said with a very commanding and challenging tone, but also with an encouraging smile on his face.
He started running and of course I followed immediately. When we got there, I jumped right away into the pool and started doing my lanes. As last time, breaststroke first. It helped again that I was a good swimmer. But still, more than doubling the distance made it of course much harder also for me.
"Don't lose speed! Keep going! And from lane 26 onwards you'll do crawling, clear?," Tom shouted from the edge of the pool with an electronic watch in his hand that exactly counted my speed.
It was one of my hardest exercises ever, `cause after lane 30 I felt like having spent all my available energy. But again under any circumstances I didn't want to disappoint my trainer and the brotherhood. I kept going and tried to think of the relief that I would feel once lane 50 was completed. After a little less than 50 minutes I was done. Tom looked at the time and said:
"Well, seems that even back as a twink, you were a rather acceptable swimmer. We will definitely use that when we set you on your missions. Be sure of that! And now get out!"
I went out of the pool and Tom handed me a towel and two different shakes that I was supposed to drink immediately and that tasted stronger than usual.
"Listen, just that you know. From now on we will use additional supplements so to enhance your conversion process even more. You'll take in addition different vitamin and enhancement pills. This will speed up your metabolism even more and through this your recovery process will also be much quicker. And so your body will turn into a kind of steel armor within no time. You will also feel a huge effect on your motivation and attitude. Seth, Lars, and I have already talked about the exact composition. So take these and also swallow the liquid in the glass!" While saying this, Tom handed me a handful of various pills and also a glass, in which he had mixed various powders with lukewarm water.
"Tom, just that I know. I'm not getting drugs, right?," I asked.
"Comrade, this brotherhood hates drugs and every true skin hates drugs ... maybe except for alcohol. Ask anyone here. That's by the way also one reason why Seth is so critical about your Chris-Boy. It's enhancement products that you're getting, among them creatine, arginine, and other components. We can talk about specifics tomorrow. The only side effects that can happen with that is you're going to fart more and your sex drive will increase. But in your case, with your constant horniness, the latter is hard to imagine anyways. And now have it, 'cause we don't have time for your shit. And then let's do the free weights." Tom gave me a sarcastic laugh when saying all that.
Of course I followed and tried to swallow the pills and the liquid. However, that turned out to be quite hard, 'cause I wasn't used to such amounts of supplements yet. Only later, after it had become a constant part of my daily routine, it didn't bother me any more and I could have swallowed all the pills even without water. But that very first time I had to do several attempts before everything was on its way to my stomach. Needless to say, all this was (as usual) accompanied by Tom's sarcastic comments like:
"Amazing that you can't swallow this in one row, mate. With other things in your throat you seem to have less problems."
The free weight exercises thereafter went relatively easy, also because I had gotten used to this part of my routine meanwhile. Anyways, Tom's face looked quite satisfied when controlling my body movements. Only sometimes he corrected or optimized them. Again, being the perfectionist that he was, he was much stricter with me than Seth. After another 20 minutes we were also done with this part.
"You know what's coming next?," Tom asked.
"I guess so. You will try to punch me hard and I will need to defend myself, right?," I asked.
"Absolutely. So watch out, once we're in the exercise room. Be on constant surveillance modus, ok?," Tom said.
So for several minutes nothing happened. But then, in a sudden move, Tom approached me and tried to punch me on my left lower leg so to make me collapse. Fortunately, I could detect that attempt in time and was successful to avoid the punch. I was extremely happy that I did so well and wanted to ask for some acknowledgement from Tom. But before I could open my mouth, I felt an enormous pain in the left side of my back and my eyes once more saw black. Breathing became impossible and so I lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes my head laid on Tom's lap and he had already activated my live lines, because an enormously agreeable feeling of warmth and pleasure went through my body and more and more replaced the pain. When I looked at Tom, his facial expression had changed and he was again the nice and caring brother that I felt so much attached to. He even seemed to feel sorry a bit - something that he normally never felt, since it didn't fit to his ascetic and super-strict character and attitude.
"Not bad, brother, really, not bad at all. You really did well to defend yourself and ward off my punch. The only thing you forgot was to hit back and eliminate the danger coming from your opponent. Your counter strike must always be quick, decisive, and hard enough so that no second punch from your enemy will be possible. Naturally, at least in theory, a lethal strike is always the best option. But OF course, this should only be your absolutely last resort. Now let's do something that should really motivate you, ok?," Tom said.
He made me get up again and we both walked to a big video screen. He switched it on and I could see two photos of me. One was obviously taken on the eventful night when I first met Seth and the others and the second one was taken just a minute before I had collapsed and showed me in my defense modus. Since both pics were full-body shots, the difference was striking. It seemed that within a little more than two weeks I had lost considerable body fat. Even more important, the expression in my face had also become completely different. What I liked most about myself was that I started to develop strong jaw muscles. The reduction of body fat and my training had made my general look much more decisive and also aggressive. And it was not only my shaved head that made me appear much more grown up. So, all in all I was quite happy when I looked at the two photos, between which there seemed to be an eternity. Deep inside I even wished that Cindy could have seen my change; the bitch would be shocked, that's for sure, I thought to myself. Little did I know at that time that I would have my little reunion with her rather sooner than later.
Tom noticed that I looked quite pleased, and so he added with a smile on his face and getting very close to my ear with his mouth: "Well, I'd say, the left pic shows a spoiled twink, whereas the right picture shows a true brother who's on his way to growing up and is making a lot of progress to become a real man, huh?"
"Thanks, Tom. Your compliment really means a lot to me. Believe me, I'm trying as hard as I can. But the standards here are very high," I said.
"... as they should be. But you're going to make it. Soon your missions will start. But now let's watch the scene once more on the screen and analyze your mistakes. Only from that can you learn properly."
He did as said and I could see in slow motion my rapid and well-thought defensive reaction when Tom tried to punch me out ALL of a sudden, but I could also see that thereafter I completely lost my attentiveness, which gave Tom the possibility to go for a second punch.
"As Seth has been telling you already: Always punch back at least ten times harder compared to the original attack. Only by doing so can you eliminate the danger. And finally: please learn to activate at least some of your live lines by yourself. 'Cause just imagine: in case you cannot avoid the punch by your enemy it's crucial that you regain control over your body as quickly as possible again and in any case quicker than your enemy expects you to. Every second counts, clear?"
I nodded.
"Ok then. We did quite a lot today. It's almost 6pm now. So let's head back to the center. You'll have your second portion of shakes and then YOU'LL recover a bit in the steam room. Thereafter we'll see!," Tom said.
Walking back, it had already started to get dark. At the bar Phil was smiling at us. He prepared my shake and gave me another set of pills, handed them to me, and then made a sign that I should come closer to him which I did. Then he whispered into my ears in a slightly sarcastic tone:
"She's gone. I sent her home again, 'cause Tom told me that you don't like cunts around our place, right?"
"Phil, I don't wanna keep you from anything. Please. I mean I accept whatever you feel like doing," I stuttered.
"Stop with this senseless crap immediately! And fuck any form of false politeness! We hate this here, clear? Be honest with us all the time!" Phil, for his standards, got quite angry when saying this. Only after some moments of calming down he went on and remained very serious:
"And your attitude is fine with me. As Seth is saying, you're cock-addicted and you don't like cunts around. Right? Then say it and stick to it! Be honest to your brothers, that's the least they deserve".
"Brother, I'm really sorry. It's only that I feel so relaxed here. And maybe it's that any cunt reminds me too much of my old life," I tried to explain.
"Well, it's good that at least you talk about cunts now. 'Cause that's what they all are. Good for having fun without a lot of thinking and necessary for reproduction. But it's clear for every brother here that no cunt must interfere with the brotherhood. The brotherhood and of course the brothers themselves are much too important for this. Clear? But now that Liv had to leave, it's you who's responsible for my well-being tonight. And I mean well-being in the broadest sense possible." Phil gave me a devilish and dirty smile when saying this and I could also sense his clear expectations, 'cause he showed me his tongue and pointed to his crotch showing that his tool was half-hard.
So I stayed truthful and replied: "Well, comrade, first of all thanks that we're among brothers now. Truly appreciate this. But you can be sure that I'll do anything so that you won't regret your decision. Ask Tom, as he was quite satisfied with me during my morning performance, right? And I promise that you'll get at least the same quality treatment, if not higher."
We all laughed and the atmosphere got more and more relaxed. At one point Phil leaned over the bar table, grabbed my ass and gave me a long kiss. The effect was that after that he was fully hard.
"Ok, brothers," Phil finally said while keeping one hand on my ass, "Let's go to a steakhouse tonight. I really know a very good one. Let's have a good dinner there and some fun of course. Chokee, go to the steam room and then go upstairs and get dressed. We all leave in about 45 minutes. You all like this idea, don't you?"
Tom and I agreed of course. Especially to me this was a perfect distraction from my usual routine. It also helped not to stay alone in Seth's room and miss him terribly. So I completed my session as told; after the steam room I took a shower upstairs and shaved my head once again. The skin area around my new tattoos still looked irritated, but one could see the motives already quite well. As told by Lawrence, I treated the areas with a lot of ointment and was very pleased about my changed looks. So it became clear to me that I needed to talk to Seth urgently, 'cause all my prior doubts about tattoos and piercings appeared to have vanished. I wanted my next session with Lawrence as soon as possible.
Clothing-wise it was the first time that I had to decide without Seth. I went for my camouflage combat pants and a black 88 muscle shirt, which had gotten some stains already, but it was exactly this that I meanwhile liked. After putting on my boots and my jacket, I really approved of what I saw in the mirror.
"Strange, how quick my standards had changed!" I thought to myself. 'Cause meanwhile I had just gotten in love with the skin gear and the more aggressive it looked, the better it was for me. And also I couldn't care less about what people on the street were thinking about me. The more shocked they looked on their stupid faces, the better, I told myself. To increase this effect, I also planned to add further explicit patches to my jacket like a good motive of GOOD NIGHT LEFT SIDE or another swastika or SS motive. But for that of course I needed Seth's approval first.
When I came downstairs, Tom and Phil were already waiting for me. We got to the parking ground, got into one of the trucks with the martial arts logo and Tom drove us to to the downtown area of a close-by suburb, which was less than 8 miles away. Before our ride Phil had prepared an excellent mixture of great RAC songs that was now playing with maximum volume in the car. One song was called FIGHT TO BE FREE and we all joined the lyrics together:
We have only begun to fight
It's always darker before the light
We must take control of our destiny
Come join our struggle and fight to be free.
My brother, my sister I will die for you,
And in my heart I know you're true.
Before dishonor I will choose death,
To die as a skinhead is the ultimate test.
Protect the blood, defend the faith,
Know no guilt, feel no shame.
Good against evil and the power to see
Come stand together and fight to be free.
The western world is in decline
Just like the Roman Empire when it started to die
Prepare yourself for anarchy
Or join our cause and fight to be free.
When we finally arrived into town, we were in quite a hilarious mood but also a bit aggressive. Phil and I did a little show fight in the car, which were supposed to help to turn my aggression down a bit, but in the end the smell of his armpits turned me on even more. Since we couldn't get a parking place right in front of the restaurant, we had to walk a bit. The atmosphere was quite relaxed when a typical mainstream couple passed us. The man looked completely average and, most likely to impress his girlfriend, he said in a tone so that I could still hear it: "Always these Nazi guys! They're just scum and most of them are fags too!"
Not even one week ago, it wouldn't have crossed my mind to interfere or start a fight. But now after hearing this insult it became even crystal clear to me that I couldn't let this pass. Since fortunately I had been under the constant guidance by the brotherhood, my whole mentality had just changed too much. From having a quick look at the man and his body I also noticed immediately that he was nothing but a mere wimp. And another good thing was that the street was relatively quiet. So shortly after passing him, I suddenly ran back, grabbed the guy on his shoulder, slapped his face heavily and made him kneel down. Tom and Phil, who were quite surprised about my reaction, came back immediately. The girlfriend or wife stood on the side and was screaming loud. I pulled the man into a quiet backyard close by, whereas Lars and Phil took care of the woman. Lars quickly put his hand over her mouth so that she shut up quickly. Then I discovered an empty garage. Followed by my brothers, who had a firm grip on the woman, I pulled the man inside the garage, closed the door and turned on the light.
"Kneel down immediately, you stupid fucking shit!," I shouted at the man. Because he was so shocked and hadn't expected my reaction at all, all his defense mechanisms were still shut off completely. When he didn't react immediately, I used my knee and gave him a punch into his stomach. This made him kneel down at once.
"Listen, you worthless piece of shit. You insulted me and my brothers without any reason. You have two options now: Either we beat the shit out of you or you and your cunt ask all three of us for forgiveness. Is that clear?" My voice must have been very threatening, 'cause the guy always tried to protect his head with his hands.
"Hands off your face immediately!," I ordered him and this time the man obeyed.
"So, how do you decide?," I asked and gave him another slap in his face. Tom and Lars just couldn't believe what they saw, but were also still busy to control the woman.
"I apologize deeply for what I said!," the man said now to my face.
"That's by far not good enough. What you'll do is kneel down in front of each of us and ask each of us separately for our forgiveness. Is that clear? You've only one further try!," I said and stepped with my boot on his leg which caused additional severe pain. The man just screamed. But then, out of fear and because he had no control whatsoever over the situation, he said:
"Sir, I'm truly sorry. My words were offensive. So please accept my apology! And I also want to ask for your forgiveness."
When saying all that, he looked into my eyes. The whole thing was still a new, but also very satisfying experience to me. As I already discovered with Chris-Boy, i just loved to get the respect that I thought we all deserved - and if necessary by force.
"That's better. And now you go to my two comrades, kneel down again and do the same. You have one minute for that," I told him with quite a threatening voice.
Needless to say, the guy followed and repeated the procedure without mistakes in front of Tom and Phil. Thereafter I made a sign and ordered him back to me.
"Now the hardest part comes. Why do you think we should accept your apology? I mean your insult came completely unprovoked, right?," I asked.
The man - expecting further beatings - was now close to freaking out. You could see the panic in his face. Then he reached into his jacket, took out his wallet, and offered it to me. That was exactly what I was after. I gave him another slap, made him kneel down again and said:
"I believe all this makes quite clear who's the real scum among us. You think that money can buy everything, huh? And now you believe that money can also save your ass. But you're so full of shit. You know what. We don't want your money. You and your mainstream lifestyle are just disgusting. So, I will count from 5 backwards now and you and your cunt will have left by then. If not, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes. And should you get the idea to report this to the cops or anyone else, then the whole thing between us will get really nasty. Is that clear?"
The man didn't know what to say, 'cause - even though Tom opened the garage door again - he was unable to judge yet how serious my offer to him was to get away. I admit that I enjoyed this insecurity a lot.
"Are you stupid? I asked you something," I shouted and raised my hand again.
"No, please no. My girlfriend and I will leave of course and we won't tell anybody. I promise, seriously I swear."
"Good. But before you do get out of your pants and underwear. NOW!," I screamed.
"But ..."
The man couldn't go any further, 'cause he got the next slap IN his face. After getting up again, he quickly took off his pants and also his underwear and stood now half-naked in front of me.
"Not very impressive, I have to say. It's below average. When I look at you, I really wonder how anyone can get horny," I said sarcastically, while Phil was laughing his ass off. I touched his small, completely soft dick to show it to my comrades who all agreed with my judgment. With my other hand I was slapping the man's ass. He was now expecting the worst and therefore closed his eyes. When I saw that, I got half-hard and thought for a short while that I could take all this one step further and we could have some more fun with the couple before letting them go. But then I decided that the lecture I had already taught them was enough and so I went on:
"Ok. As I said, I start counting backwards shortly. Remember I have your papers and I know where you live. So any word to anyone will make us come back. And I'm sure the two of you would not really enjoy this little reunion. But of course it's up to you! ... Ok, then let's start: five, four ...."
At the moment when I started counting, Phil and Tom let the woman free. Immediately thereafter, the couple started running away as quickly as they could, the man half-naked only with shoes on. This looked quite funny and most important I was sure that the scum would watch his mouth carefully from now on. before running faster the cunt had even taken off her high heels.
While all this was happening, the three of us just remained on the side street a few further minutes and were laughing the shit out of our pants.
"Wow, Chokee, I really didn't know what potential you had already. It's amazing how quickly you're developing. This was a really good exercise. Huge congrats, brother!," Tom said and gave me a huge hug.
And Phil joined this appraisal: "Mate, you're just incredible. Seth should know immediately. You'll make it in the brotherhood within no time, that's for sure."
We then walked to the steakhouse. The staff knew Tom and Phil already; they were exchanging friendly hugs with the owner and thereafter he gave us a good seat at one corner. The place itself looked a bit shitty, but it was clean and one could smell already the fantastic odor of fresh first class meat.
"How come that you know the staff?," I asked.
"Let's put it this way: we take care that nothing happens to this place and that no one in this rough neighborhood will do something stupid here. And in exchange they are very friendly to us. You can be sure that we are invited," Phil explained to me.
"But you don't demand money from them, do you?," I asked.
"That's pretty insulting, brother. Never ever say something stupid like this again, in particular not when Seth is around. You should know meanwhile that money as such has no value for Seth and the brotherhood. Just have a look at how we live. Is that clear?" Tom looked rather angry when he said that.
"Sorry, comrades. I didn't want to offend anybody. I just wanna understand." I realized that my question was rather stupid and really offended their standards of honor and the codex they lived up to.
"Then really watch your mouth. We do not blackmail, we do not steal, we do not sell drugs, we don't do any of this shit. We just help the people here, 'cause they also had been friendly to us before. Especially at the beginning, when the center had just started and our resources were still limited. That's it. And now let's be friends again!," Phil said and we all were shaking hands. Fortunately!
The staff already seemed to know what we were getting; so there was no special ordering. Shortly after we sat down, they brought us as a start a huge bowl of salad for all of us, water, and beer. All of that was delicious and what I liked even more was that obviously no one in this place cared about manners. All of us sat back in our chairs with legs apart and also drank the beer directly out of the cans. Smoking was also not a problem, 'cause they placed several ashtrays on our table and the place was run on a closed-club basis.
"You see. They like us a lot and know what and how we want it," Tom told me, thereby enjoying the double meaning of his words. He also gave me a dirty smile.
Then the meat came and this was definitely the most delicious part. It was really top quality and they had tried really hard to make it tasty and together with the side dishes - which were beans, potatoes and several other vegetables - the food meant pure energy for us and we partially ate directly with our hands. We were enjoying a really great time chatting, smoking, and laughing.
"Can I ask you something, brothers?," I said.
"Go ahead, but be prepared that we will also say no," Tom answered.
"The kind of mission Seth and Lars are on today, is it ...," I started.
"Off limit!," Tom interrupted me right away. "It's only up to Seth to let you know. Understood?"
I nodded.
"Can I then at least ask you something about China?," I asked and now had quite a shy tone in my voice.
"What is it?," Phil asked.
"I mean, you spent more than three years there, right?," I asked
"Yep, but more. Almost five to be exact."
"But how was this? How was your daily routine?," I asked further.
"Very rigid. We got up shortly after five and had a short breakfast. During the entire morning, we got our martial arts classes by Jeiling or one of the other Shaolin monks in the compound. Then we had lunch. In the afternoon the second part of the physical exercises followed and of course we also had Chinese classes. We were so exhausted that we fell into bed before 9 o'clock regularly," Phil told me.
"So you, Seth, and Lars all speak Chinese?," I asked.
"Yep, and we can also write it, at least the basics. Seth is the most advanced among us."
"And how was your sex life? I mean I know all of you with a huge sex drive. Don't get me wrong, I love it meanwhile. But how did you make it back in China?," I asked.
"Jesus, are you curious," Phil replied, thereby laughing heavily and taking a deep puff from his cigarette. "Well, we didn't leave the compound that often and went for hunting cunt, if you wanna know this. China, at least back then, wouldn't have been a good ground for this. But Jeiling - even though he himself didn't seem to have any interest in sex - tolerated and sometimes even suggested that the three of us did stuff together ... if you know what I mean. He knew that this helped to strengthen the bond between us - which it did - and to release tension."
"And how was it politically? I mean, your nationalistic and patriotic views you developed already there?," I went on.
"Not entirely. But back then internet access was much better and less controlled. And since we had quite some spare time, it was Seth who started the research. I mean, you know him. Any mainstream just doesn't fit to him at all. So, he was looking for an ideology that you may view as extreme, but that provides clear values and guidance. And Seth really did a lot of reading and investigation, still does today. I know he very often appears hot-tempered and not willing to discuss. But believe me, if he wants, he can provide you with all the ideological basis why the right-wing movement will finally be on the winning side. He convinced all of us within no time. Almost any mainstream politician would have a very hard time to come up with counter arguments. It's only that Seth enjoys much more to hit this guy's ass before any discussion starts. But it's not that he doesn't know," Phil explained.
"And of course all this had also a huge effect on Lars and myself. We've always considered Seth as our natural leader. So when he explained all this to us, it made perfect sense. Then, after we all returned almost three years ago, we needed to start a life here and all from scratch. Jeiling put us in contact with McKeese, the owner of the compound - whom he still knew from his time when he had worked here - and very quickly a deep friendship developed between him and Seth. Mr. McKeese immediately agreed to finance Seth's idea of a martial arts center and leased the compound out to us. Since we didn't have any money when we got back, he also provided all funds for the necessary renovation works and he also supported us at the beginning. A shit load of money, believe me. Amazing, isn't it?"
"Wow," I replied. "I can't believe this. This guy must be really generous."
"Yeah, he is. He asked for nothing in return. The help that Seth provided to him was completely voluntary and the offer came from Seth. There is nothing like 'I do this and you do this in return ...'. It's an amazing relationship. And that's also the reason why Seth really respects Mr. McKeese as one of the very very few friends who are not part of the brotherhood. That's basically it."
I looked at Phil and was just overwhelmed by all this new information. I didn't even know whether Tom had known about this before, since he had also looked very interested. I needed to digest all this and so I got silent for a bit.
We finished our steak, had another beer and coffee thereafter, and then were pretty much ready to leave the place. The owner came one last time and each of us confirmed to his satisfaction that we really had a good time.
"Well, please come back at any time. You are always cordially invited," he said and Phil confirmed that this would soon be the case.
We smoked one last cigarette, took a piss in the bathroom, and then left to the car to drive home. During the ride Phil was constantly over me, either touching my dick or by kissing me wildly. He also insisted on keeping my hand on his crotch and stroking it during the entire ride. I liked this kind of fooling around a lot and joined without hesitating, also because Phil's man scent was more than agreeable and very masculine. Tom was watching us quite from the driver's seat and only one time commented shortly by calling us half-joking 'real whores'. We got home shortly at around 10:30pm.
"Well, brothers, I still have to do some of the reading that Seth ordered me to do and then I'll sleep, 'cause tomorrow will be another hard day for me with all the slave drivers around here," I said and looked at Phil and Tom.
The brothers laughed and also Phil - still having a huge boner under his crotch - understood, 'cause I really looked tired. We gave each other a final hug and then I left for Seth's room. When I was finally lying down on the mattress, I started missing Seth enormously. I could feel his presence in the entire room- especially his man scent, which I could smell when holding the blanket or his used t-shirts below my nose. The smell was overwhelming. But still, all this was an illusion as long as he was not there physically. So, also to distract myself, I started reading through the materials again. This time I also discovered that Seth wrote single terms in Chinese letters. It made me proud to have someone as the leader of our brotherhood who was so knowledgeable. The stuff again was quite heavy; there were excerpts of Chinese philosophers talking about true fighter spirit, the necessity to remain cruel to your enemies and the need of unconditional support and loyalty within your own group. They referred to the first Chinese emperor Qin Shi Huang Di who for the first time unified the Chinese territory successfully but also ruled by way of sheer terror, since he ordered that his enemies and opponents would get buried under the ground when they were still alive. Immediately I recognized Seth's thinking in there. And then there was also quite a lot about substantial criticism against capitalist rulership and the necessity of a strong government that also had a huge say on education and private life. I was already in a state where all this made sense to me, because I just loved the life in the brotherhood and I wanted this to apply as a universal principle. "Strange!," I thought, "How can only a few weeks in a different environment change your entire way of thinking?"
I must have fallen asleep reading. But suddenly I felt an enormous warmth over my body. It was very agreeable as if finally something was given to me which I had been waiting for for a long time. Before I opened my eyes, I had already Seth's tongue in my mouth playing wildly and aggressively with me. He had laid down behind me and had turned my head firmly in his direction. I finally opened my eyes. Seth's smell was as usual overwhelming, but I noticed that he sweated a lot and that he seemed emotionally a little disturbed.
"I missed you, Chokee," he said, when he paused with kissing for a while. "I haven't had that ever before. Seems that I've become a little too addicted to you."
I smiled at him, while he was getting out of his jacket.
"Is everything ok? Did you have a successful day?," I asked and felt already sorry for my last question, 'cause I had learnt meanwhile that Seth hated unsolicited questions. So I added:
"I'm sorry, brother. I don't wanna be intrusive. Please forgive!"
Seth seemed to acknowledge that at least I was trying hard to follow his rules. He smiled and replied:
"It's all right. Let me put it this way: it's always a pleasure to see when justice is delivered. Nothing feels better after it's been done. I also heard from the other brothers that you're developing very fast. After your treatment, the couple will think twice whether they will offend any brother again," Seth said with quite some pride.
Again, it was just amazing to see how quick information was brought to Seth's attention within the brotherhood. I really didn't want to know what other things Seth knew about me, but which he didn't tell me.
"I hope so. I mean I felt really offended and I think they needed to learn a lesson," I replied.
"That's exactly the right attitude. Any attack requires a hard counter reaction. You don't have to justify yourself for that. I hope that your pet will also learn this quickly, otherwise he won't survive," Seth explained with a very decisive voice.
Indeed, I was already looking forward to the start of his training on Wednesday. A lot of different training methods - some of them quite heavy - had crossed already my mind and I needed to talk with Seth about it.
"But for now let's stop all the talking," Seth went on in quite a demanding tome. "I had a very hard day and I need to be sure that at least here I'm not surrounded by traitors. So, Chokee, I hope you know what this means. It's time for you to prove your loyalty and gratefulness to me. Go ahead immediately!"
Of course I knew what Seth expected from me. And so, I turned to his boots and tried to open them with my mouth.
"No," Seth ordered. "First you will lick them clean. And also don't forget to take care of my crotch. Do it well!"
I followed immediately and used pretty much saliva, my tongue, and a towel that was lying around on the floor to make his dusty boots shiny again. Since I wanted Seth to be proud of me, all this wasn't disgusting at all, it just felt right. When I was done, I opened his boots and helped him to get out of them. His crotch and the area around his thighs just tasted awesome again. My tongue was just craving for all this and Seth noticed that I just felt like I was in heaven.
"Chokee, I can't believe it. You had a lot of fun with the other brothers and still you act like you wouldn't have done anything for ages. You're a sex-driven whore." Seth laughed heavily when saying this.
"Brother, but I didn't come. I promise that's the truth. So please let me have some relief at least. I'm going nuts otherwise," I said.
"Pervert! Seems that we're creating a monster here. But anyway, I need to fuck you now. And believe me, this time it's going to be harder than what you've ever seen before. When you come while I'm seeding you, that's fine. But you don't touch yourself, you focus only on me, right?"
I nodded and then I helped Seth to get out of his pants. He then pushed me down on my stomach and entered me. It was good that meanwhile I had gotten used to him and his tool and knew what to expect. The feeling of him getting into me just provided enormous pleasure and felt completely natural. When he started fucking me, he was laying with his whole upper body on my back, which made it impossible for me to move. That however was the whole purpose of it, because now - more than all the other times before - he wanted to have absolute control over me. While fucking me with hard and heavy strokes, he screamed into my ears:
"Chokee. Never forget that you're completely mine. I'm your only power and authority and I'm your god. You only live through me, clear?"
"Yes, I know and that's what I want. Please possess me and make me yours. I wanna be a part of you. I'm your fucking whore," I whispered.
"Then say it loud and clear! Say 'I'm your personal property, master!" Seth screamed.
"I'm your personal property, master! There's nothing I want more, "I said.
Suddenly, with a short move, Seth turned me around so that I was laying on my back. Then he raised my two legs, put them over his shoulders, and then took me missionary-style. In this position Seth was having absolute control over me and I could see the powerful will in his eyes. He increased his fucking speed to the maximum. After some further minutes, he moaned:
"Chokee, I will come. And you'll come too, but without touching yourself. Just focus on my strokes, clear?"
I nodded and tried to concentrate, because I really needed this relief. I knew that this was my only chance for the next few days, 'cause very often when I was with Seth I was explicitly not allowed to come. Seth screamed heavily now and had completely stopped his fucking strokes. The only thing he wanted, as it had been the case all the times before, was shooting all of his load into me. But because he knew under which pressure I was, he did something that showed that, even though an absolute alpha, he also cared for me. He took my cock into his hands and stroked it a bit. Only some short strokes were necessary and then I also exploded. At that point I could not moan any more, but only whimper. Before my eyes I only saw either black or stars. But being aware that I was filled by Seth's valuable DNA while I was shooting myself simultaneously provided an enormous pleasure. As soon as both of us were done, Seth collected all my cum on my stomach with his finger and made me swallow it.
"Yeah, that's good, Chokee. You need protein all the time and we don't wanna spoil here anything, right? And when we're done with this, you will lick my tool super clean, understand?," Seth ordered strictly.
I nodded again and after some further seconds I turned to his cock. Cleaning it had become one of my favorite jobs and so I took special care of this task.
"Chokee, that was fun. And you cannot complain either. Come here now and let's sleep," Seth told me. I got close to him and he hugged me so that my nose was on his chest. With his man scent in my nose I fell asleep quickly.