A Rapid Change in Lifestyle

Dear Nifty-Readers,

I hope that all of you had a good week and that your curiosity in Chokee's ongoing development also in these crazy times hasn't gone lost. Thanks once again for all your positive feedback on my previous chapters. Now Chapter 26 is finally out.

Chokee's dominant and aggressive nature becomes more and more visible now. Naturally and in line with Seth's clear expectation, his first target will be young Keith who is helplessly overwhelmed by Chokee's subtle and efficient domination skills. In other words, he behaves like a powerless insect in the arms of a tarantula. And Seth just loves to observe and enjoy the fruits of his hard work.

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And now please enjoy Part XXVI.

A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 26: My First Assignment (Part 1)

The next morning - it was Tuesday - Seth woke me up as usual with a coffee and my shake, but this time a little later, `cause it was a bit after 6am. I was just happy that Seth was with me again and that we could continue our routine.

"Tom is quite a hard trainer, isn't he? Seems once again that I'm definitely too soft on you," Seth said with a smile while sipping his coffee and taking a deep puff from his cigarette.

"Please, brother. I really try to follow all your rules. There's no reason to act like a slavedriver with me," I said and laughed a bit.

"Let's see about that. Get your ass ready now and we'll have a 5 mile run. Dependent on how quick you are we'll decide whether that's sufficient or whether all of us apply Tom's standards from now on to you. So you better be fast. And again topless as usual. It has gotten even colder, but nevertheless. Just in case we'lI take a training jacket with us before you, baby, collapse. But of course you'll carry the backpack," Seth ordered and smirked.

I looked outside and for a November day it really was unusually cold. For sure, it had to be minus 4 or even minus 5 degrees.

We started running and since I meanwhile had gotten used to our routine gaining speed was not that difficult anymore. I could follow Seth's pace rather easily, even though, as soon as he saw that I didn't have to go to too much effort, he immediately increased his speed. But fortunately it was still different from Tom and so I learned to appreciate Seth's training style that he at least applied to me even more, 'cause he really could motivate.

We came to the little lake again, which was not frozen yet, but the water had 3 or 4 degrees Celsius maximum. At the end of the lake there was a small hill and on top of the hill a mother had taken a seat on a bank. She had a small boy who was not older than two years and he was seated in a children's buggy. The woman - even though it was early - seemed to have a long phone call on her cell. The kid, `cause he was obviously bored, played with his buggy, while the mother was only focused on her call and the conversation. Suddenly, the kid released the brakes of the buggy and so the buggy started to move and was going downhill with increasing speed. The kid, out of shock, first remained silent and the mother didn't notice the danger at first. And so within seconds the buggy hit the water and was beginning to sink. Now the kid started screaming and the mother turned around, but it took her a seemingly endless time before she realized what was happening. Seth, with his enormous ability to respond quickly to any given situation, reacted straight away and jumped into the water. Before the buggy sank he released the boy from the security belt of the buggy and pulled him out of the water. At first, out of shock, the kid had gotten completely silent and only started crying heavily after he was safe again. Seth with the kid in his arm got out of the water and shouted at me: "Quickly! The jacket from the backpack!"

I immediately took out the jacket and handed it to him. Seth, even though entirely wet on his own, removed now the wet clothing of the boy and covered him with the jacket. I believe the boy must have felt Seth's strong personality, 'cause he got calmer and was hugging him tightly. Seth, on the other hand, even though quite overwhelmed and not used to this kind of feeling, also remained calm and whispered into the boy's ears: "You're safe now. Nothing will happen to you. Just calm down!"

After that the mother came to us and she was completely upset. She couldn't talk coherently at first. Seth was quite rude at the beginning and shouted at her with his typically cold voice:

"You obviously don't take your obligations as a mother seriously enough. How can you bitch talk on the phone and not watch your son? Seems that you don't know the word RESPONSIBILITY at all."

After that, the woman started to cry and fell down on her knees. She tried to explain, but was still unable to talk in full sentences.

"I'm sorry ... distracted for a short moment ... talking to my mother ... sick ... didn't see ...", she stuttered.

Seth got a little milder now, 'cause he and I could feel that the relationship between the boy and the mother really appeared to be intact. The boy when passed to his mother hugged and was kissing her all over and also the woman touched the boy in a very caring and loving way.

Seth, topless and with his enormously defined body, stood there and, typically of him, was screening the situation just to make sure that his impression of the mother-son relationship got confirmed when taking a second look. His whole appearance was the one of an antique warrior who had just saved the survival of his tribe. He didn't shake nor did he show any other form of weakness. Needless to say that to me Seth just looked perfect and that I took an enormous pride from being allowed to be called his brother, which after this event had grown even more.

"Anyway, pay attention next time! It's dangerous and I'm not everywhere!" Seth said after some seconds of complete silence in his typically short and concise manner.

Now the woman was getting out of her coat and handing it to Seth: "Please take it. I will organize other clothes immediately. Please tell me your size. I'll walk to the store over there immediately!"

"Doesn't make much sense, young lady. First, the shop will most likely not be open yet and second, we're living relatively close by. Take your son now and go back to your place and change clothes for him, ok. And return the jacket to me at one point! We'll take care of ourselves. Believe me, it's better this way," Seth told the woman and as usual sounded so firm that she immediately put on the coat again.

"How can I thank you both? You saved the only person for whom I truly live. Jake is my only son and the greatest joy in my life. I don't know what to say or do." The woman cried again when she said that and held her son now tightly in her arms. She was shaking out of her emotions while holding her son tight.

Seth now smiled a bit and replied: "Well, maybe next time just be aware that danger is pretty much at everywhere. And hopefully, at least from now on, you will not join the fucking mainstream when it comes to judging us. And finally I hope that we can rely on you once we need a favor. So, maybe you only take this as a lesson."

"Of course, whatever it is. Even if you want me to cross the Atlantic by swimming. Be sure, I'll never forget, even though I'm not rich," the woman said and passed me a card with her details.

Seth laughed and said in A joking manner: "Not being rich is nothing to be ashamed of. But swimming the Atlantic is really a good one. I'll think about that."

The woman thanked us once more and hugged Seth intensively like a son while the boy was still in her arms. It was a really good atmosphere. Then she said:

"It's amazing. You don't seem to feel the cold weather at all. How can you do that?"

"Just my will and full control over my body. That's all!" Seth said and really didn't appear to be bothered by his wet clothes at all. After waving good bye for the last time, the only thing he told me was to run home quickly now and that thereafter we should have a hot shower.

We came home and my admiration for Seth had again grown. His personality, I thought, was like a crystal. It had so many facets that whenever you believed to know him, a completely new perspective opened up. First of all there were his rough masculinity, his willingness and also joy to use force, and his cold-hearted decisiveness. It was these characteristics that I started to adore and fell in love with pretty much immediately after I got to know him. His intelligence and strong analytical skills were also beyond doubt. And of course, he just loved his working-class background and showed this with pride to everyone, especially to someone like me with my bourgeois family background. Even up to now he was constantly making rather aggressive jokes about my smart ass attitude and he loved to see my insecurity when he did so. For someone like him problems that came up always required an immediate solution and Seth never hesitated to choose - if necessary - the most radical one, if he thought this was most promising.

But apart from this strong outer layer there was also another side of Seth that I experienced over time: he was the most loyal friend you could think of and he would never leave you alone with a problem. Also he could be incredibly motivating and yes, to his friends - whenever he thought that something unfair had happened and the person affected by this was not capable or strong enough to change it - he could show silent compassion and even more provided his help. These two sides were constantly interacting with each other and also his enormous sex drive reflected these two parts. To me, Seth just appeared incredibly attractive which made him more and more irresistible to me.

When we came home, Seth quickly jumped out of his wet clothes and started to have a shower with the temperature regulator being turned to the hottest position. Again an extreme, 'cause others would have gotten burned right away. Not so Seth who left it like this for about a minute and then continued with his normal treatment (including the cold water period at the very end which this time only took a little shorter). Obviously this treatment helped, 'cause he didn't show any sign of cold or other sickness the following days.

After this was done, Seth looked at me and said:

"Come here, brother. We need to shave your head again. You should look proper after all."

He sat down on the wooden stool in the bathroom and again we did a wet shave. For that he was using a lot of shaving creme and while shaving me, he started smoking a cigarette. Meanwhile I perfectly knew his expectation, so - without him even asking for it - I started playing with his tool. And as usual he enjoyed my skills without getting distracted from his task. We went to his room, where he told me in his short and concise manner that he needed to have a longer talk with me during breakfast. He ordered me to wear my bleachers and one of my very provocative t-shirts. This time I went with one that turned against false political correctness and said on the front:

FUCK POLITICAL CORRECTNESS

and on the back:

PC WANKERS FUCK OFF!

Seth saw this and and smiled, in particular 'cause he liked seeing that I took more and more joy and pride to express the most radical views.

"Good that your mind is getting liberated from fucking mainstream. Hope that finally you've gotten over your bias and unhealthy background," he said with a grin.

When we came to the kitchen, we started preparing the breakfast and Seth also handed me my shakes and several pills. He then told me:

"Tom told you already yesterday that you've also started with enhancement products in the form of pills. It's mostly arginine, creatine, glutamine, vitamins and some other stuff that helps to speed up your recovery process, right? It's not drugs ok, but enhancement supplements. Have them now!"

I took them as told and this time it got easier already when swallowing them.

Seth continued then:

"Listen, it's time that you get a little more grown up now. You'll get now your first assignments. As you can imagine, I'm only interested in results. I don't care why you fail in certain things. I just wanna see it done. You understand?"

I nodded.

"Fine. As you should know by now, we have positive and negative assignments. Positive are the ones where we try to help people, be it by way of training or any other form of support. There is one program for example where we help young orphans or where we support young fathers where the cunt had just run away. And then there are negative assignments where we deal with our enemies. You will always be told of course what is expected from you. Dependent on what the brotherhood had decided, this can vary a lot. And mostly it's also pretty intense. Needless to say, you will always execute the orders, understand? It's not up to you to overturn any decision. But if necessary you can ask me about the background of any such decision. Is that clear?"

I nodded again and said while looking straight into his eyes: "Yes, brother, perfectly clear. Of course I'll always do what the brotherhood demands from me. I am nothing but their loyal servant."

Seth liked the answer: "You learn quickly, Chokee. Assuming that you're telling me the truth, you know your place and you've accepted your obligations as a brother. Never forget, being part of the brotherhood is a privilege and an honor. And the brotherhood stay beyond anything else, understand?"

I nodded again.

"Ok, your first assignment will be a positive one. This afternoon Keith and his mates are coming to the center. You remember them, right? The students from Dan's history class at high school. We promised them a training this afternoon and they will show up at 3pm. It's clear that once we have Keith on our side, the other guys will follow. And it's also clear that last Saturday Keith had been intoxicated by you. So you're responsible that he will respond to the program and will become ready to undergo the journey to convert him into a true skin. I can be a good instructor to him, but I'm already too old to build up a one-on-one relationship. At least I can't do it alone. And that's exactly where you have to help. Clear?"

I nodded and said: "Of course I remember and I can't wait to help Keith and the others to discover their true potentials. But can I ask you something?"

"Speak out!" Seth replied almost inaudibly, 'cause he had a cigarette in his mouth.

"How far can I go? I mean, you know that Keith is hot for me and I think he can't wait for any more signals from my side. But I don't know what I'm allowed to do," I said with a tone that sounded a bit insecure.

"It's good that you ask indeed. 'Cause the same question arises with your other pet as well, right?"

I nodded and thought of Chris-Boy for a bit.

"So here's the answer: you can fool around with them. And of course in relation to them you'll take the position of the active and aggressive part. The only limitation that applies and that you know already: you're allowed to cum only in my presence. In other words: so far cumming is fully reserved to me. Is that clear?" Seth said, thereby looking at me.

"Of course," I replied. "The only thing is the two mates need to accept me as their authority, if I shall produce results. Only from that position can I influence them."

"Chokee, you seem to be really familiar with the human psyche by now. You're absolutely right. But I haven't degraded you in front of anybody so far, right? And I don't intend to do so, if you stay as loyal as you are. Our little games stay between us, right?"

Seth smirked when saying the last sentence and referring to the submissive part of my nature. Then he went on:

"But cummin' is the absolute core part of your masculinity and manhood. And deep in your brain I want you to relate this only to me. At least so far, since you joined the brotherhood only recently! You understand. I want you to accept me as your only authority and I want to have this deeply stored in your brain. Is that clear?"

"Absolutely, brother. And I would feel much better whenever you're present. The only thing is that my feeling tells ME that Keith is ready and ripe," I said.

Seth laughed out loud and replied:

"Seems that you consider yourself pretty much irresistible, right? Give me a sign when you wanna go upstairs with him. As long as I'm around and can intervene you can do whatever you want with him. And one other thing: don't even think of living out any dominant fantasies you may have with me. I'm top dog and you're far below me. Any doubt about this?"

"Not the least, brother. Trust me, I know my place. You're my only master and authority," I said and again looked straight into Seth's eyes when he was screening me. Fortunately he seemed to be satisfied.

"Ok, plan is as follows: it's now after 9am already. We're going to have our training session in 30 minutes at the latest. Then we'll have lunch. In the afternoon you'll have your session with Lars. Then you'll join my class with the students and will start with your assignment. Hopefully you won't disappoint me," Seth barked and grinned at me.

"Don't forget, brother. I used to be everybody's darling before you wanted to kill me."

Seth burst out laughing again when he heard that and then gave me a manly hug.

"Most likely I'll bring him here upstairs and then you can decide what to do. But he'll be ready, I assure you," I replied with a dirty smile and making an obvious body gesture.

The morning session with Seth went well. Indeed, after what I had experienced with Tom the day before, it appeared more like holiday and also was more fun. Seth showed me a number of new punches. By video analysis he made sure that I avoided certain mistakes when exercising my strikes.

At the bar we saw Phil and Tom. Tom greeted me cordially and there was absolutely nothing that could indicate what kind of slavedriver he had been as a trainer. It was like two worlds completely apart from each other. I had my shakes and Tom also gave me the second portion of my enhancement pills which I felt had already the effect that I got less tired from the heavy training. And as predicted by Tom the other day I also felt ways hornier compared to all the other times before. After swallowing everything I left for the steam room together with Seth and Tom and in there we discussed our plans for the rest of the day. As an exception to the rule nothing else happened in the steam room.

After lunch the second part of my program with Lars followed. With him training was definitely most fun 'cause he had natural teaching skills; he was clear in his instructions, but remained calm and also was the most motivating brother. Therefore, it was easier for me to get an idea what mental strength really meant. And when we came to the part where I had to expect unpredicted attacks basically all the time, I felt that I now was much more on alert than ever before. Therefore I could avoid two out of three attacks quite well. Only the third one turned out to be really painful, 'cause I didn't react quickly enough. But at least this time I could activate my live lines myself and my recovery took shorter than before. Certainly it also helped that my head laid on Lars's lap when the pain was at its climax. On the other hand, I knew and had to get familiar with the fact that in case of a real fight that wouldn't be the case.

At shortly after 3pm we were walking back to the center and there we could see already Seth training with Keith and his mates. They were in a separate training room and Seth was showing them in front of a punching bag how to exercise punches properly. Heavy RAC was playing as background music and I could see that the kids enjoyed it right away, 'cause I could see them repeating some lines while training. One song text must have left an even greater effect on the young kids, 'cause virtually everyone was singing - of course also induced by the other brothers in the training room:

We like to fight, we have no fear

Just kicking head and drinking beer

Bootboys wanna have some fun

When we come, you better run.

Bootboys, raised in anger

Bootboys, raised in anger

Bootboys ... raised in anger.

Time has come, the bloody hour

Feel the aggression, feel the power

Feel the anger, feel the hate

When we smash your dirty face

When I saw that, my thought was immediately again what excellent effect music could have on young people. Looking at it from this perspective I realized more and more what valuable job brothers like Dan and the other band singers were doing.

Naturally the training was still early beginner stage and nothing compared to the standards the brothers were using on me. But in any case, immediately I could see how fascinated the kids were when looking at Seth who presented himself from his most charming side. When he saw me, Seth waved his hand and shortly thereafter also Keith turned around. Looking at his face and the glance in his eyes, I knew at that time already that I had him. He seemed extremely happy to see me and also waved his hand. Seth, with his screening abilities, noticed this too right away and therefore announced:

"Ok, guys, let's have a break now. You all can have a free drink at the bar or go on listening to some real music. It's all on me this time. And then we can discuss who wants to proceed and if so how. Let's go!"

Keith was completely out of breath, but nevertheless approached me immediately and said: "It's so good to see you."

"Same here. Shall I show you the center a bit?," I replied.

"Yes, please. I'd love that."

I knew that he wanted to establish body contact, but didn't know how, 'cause he was yet far too shy to act on his own. But his eyes and body language told me enough. So I decided to teach him a lesson. Whenever we stopped in front of certain places where I wanted to show him machines or other things, I put my arm around him. His reaction was that he not only accepted this wildly, but that he did everything to prolong this moment, in particular by not moving and asking as many questions as possible. So I knew exactly what kind of dirty thoughts were going on in kid's little brain. At the next location I stopped directly behind him so that our two bodies were touching each other. I also made sure that he could feel my slightly growing dick on his ass cheek. Then I put my arms around his neck again and whispered my explanations into his ears. Keith was melting away immediately and looked extremely disappointed when I released my grip and the tour went on. During the next stops I didn't do anything again, but waited that Keith would take the initiative. But he was still far too shy. On the other hand, I could see clearly the disappointment in his face every time when nothing of what he wished so deeply happened. When we came to a separate small empty room, I decided to take the bull by its horns and said with a smile:

"Something wrong, mate?"

"No, it's just that I'm really happy to be here again and that I'm a bit confused since last Saturday when we were at the concert and saw Mr. Meyers .... I mean Dan .... the frontman of the band. And then I also met you who was so friendly to me and I really don't know what to think anymore. Dan is an extremely good and popular teacher, but he always makes us think out of the box and that's sometimes also pretty scary. But then there's also this fascination about not being mainstream, about questioning things and just to make a difference. Does all this make sense to you or is it just weird?" Keith got very nervous when saying all this and his voice partially overturned.

"Come here!" I ordered him now and waved my hand into my direction.

"What?" Keith asked and sounded very intimidated.

"Listen. You know deep inside that this is a very decisive moment in your life now. Either you tell me what's going on or we leave it like this and stop this conversation immediately. It's your choice. I'm counting from 5 backwards. And if I don't get a reaction from you, I must assume that you want to go home or back to the others. It's that easy. So, five .... four ...."

Keith realized now that all his deepest dreams could fade away within three seconds, therefore he stepped forward so that our two bodies were again touching each other.

"What?" I asked and gave him a friendly slap on his cheeks, while I made sure that our two tools were constantly touching each other.

There was only a very slight hesitance and then I felt his insecure hands on my two ass cheeks. Now was the time for me to take some initiative and so I gave him an extremely manly kiss. His mouth didn't resist at all. On the contrary, even though completely taken by surprise, it seemed to be hungry for my tongue. Then I retreated again and looked a little surprised. But as I expected Keith, who was completely inexperienced, lost complete control over the situation. It was him now who wanted to enter my mouth all the time. I just loved playing games with him and now tried to look even more overwhelmed. Just by way of positioning myself I offered him the opportunity to grab my crotch and of course I knew that he would take this opportunity pretty much immediately. And the feeling to have for the first time someone else's growing manhood in his hand - even though still covered by my pants - was something so intense for him that he didn't know what to do anymore. But still, Keith - who was not even 14 yet at that time - was completely taken by this situation and always sent out new invitations for my tongue to enter his mouth. And he also kept his grip on my crotch.

I knew that this was the time now to make him completely addicted to me. I went with one hand below his shorts and grabbed his meanwhile fully erect dick - but to him I made it look like complete coincidence. He was moaning heavily and showed even difficulties now to keep his balance. It became clear that it would just take a few strokes on my part for his inexperienced tool and then he would cum. I did exactly just this and only after seconds he started cumming like a volcano into his shorts. Because this was a completely new experience for him, he lost control and screamed out heavily. I had to hold him, 'cause otherwise he would have lost balance and fallen down. "Good that I had shut the door before our little adventure," I thought to myself.

"Oh my god, this is so unbelievable. Please keep your hand on my dong!" Keith moaned to me.

From the words he used it again became clear that this 13-year old kid didn't have any experience yet; otherwise he wouldn't have used the term 'dong'.

"Very good," I told myself. "This makes the whole thing a lot easier."

When Keith was done, I retreated my hand and took one of the nearby towels to clean myself. On Keith's shorts there was now a huge wet spot and the size of that spot grew with every second. I knew that now that his climax was over, Keith naturally started to suffer from feelings of guilt and self-doubts. And I made of course use of this ... in the interest of Seth and the brotherhood. Therefore, I started playing the role of a totally surprised and insecure buddy. After cleaning my hand, I lighted a cigarette, took a deep puff, and said, while simulating deep concerns:

"Listen. We need to talk, 'cause obviously there's something wrong here. We'll pass the bar now and then we go upstairs, where we live. Clear? Here, take the towel round your waist so that at least you can cover your spot. And be prepared for some really serious talking! All this here needs a decision by the brotherhood."

I handed Keith the towel with which I had cleaned my hand before and which on many spots was full of heavy spurts of cum. But to me it was important that the kid in this decisive moment would have as much experience as possible with fresh cum. Keith took the towel immediately, got of course wet on his hands, but as told tried to cover the space around his crotch with it. Keith's face had blushed enormously; it had become dark red. It expressed nothing but the feeling of deep guilt. One could virtually see the inner fight that was going on in his mind.

"Please, Chokee. Don't tell anybody, especially not Seth. This all is so embarrassing. I just don't know what's going on with me, but I must keep control. And please also don't tell my parents!"

"Well, Seth is our leader and he must know about everything that's going on here. I know that he had great hopes in you but he should also know about your other side. Anyway, follow me now and upstairs we'll see, also about what to do with your folks!" I replied quite sharply and still pretending serious concerns over what just happened.

We went back to the bar and when I saw Seth, I whispered into his ears that he should also come upstairs with me, because Keith was ready. He gave me one of his dirtiest smiles and then indeed followed us.

Upstairs we went to Seth's room and I closed the door after all of us were in - something that normally never happened but which I did to underline the sincereness of the situation.

"What is it, Choke? You wanna tell me something?" Seth asked. It was again so good to see how respectful I was treated by Seth in front of strangers who didn't belong to the brotherhood. He called me 'Choke', not 'Chokee', and I loved him for that.

"Well, I think, Keith needs to confess something to you," I replied looking very serious at the completely disturbed twink.

Keith seemed extremely helpless and started stuttering:

"Listen, Seth, I and my friends enjoyed the classes with you so much today. And everything is so different here, just like Dan ... I mean Professor Meyers told us. It's really great. And Chokee, I didn't want to offend anybody here, I was just happy to see you again, but ..."

"Well, first of all, Keith, show your respect. It's not Chokee, if at all, it's Choke for you. Or even to better address the both of us as 'Sir', 'Brother', or 'Comrade'. Understand? And then tell me the plain truth. What I don't wanna hear is senseless talk or even lies. Clear?," Seth intervened.

Keith nodded and was completely lost now and didn't say anything anymore.

"So what is it that happened earlier on? Tell me! As Choke certainly told you, lies are the greatest sin in this place. And I'm going to find out about them anyway. Ask the brother who's standing next to me. Therefore, be honest!" Seth said in a louder voice with a threatening undertone.

Now Keith started crying. He didn't know how to explain, 'cause he felt so embarrassed. So I jumped in, winked at Seth when Keith didn't watch, and said:

"Keith is hot for me and tried to get into my pants. And he couldn't control himself and came inside his shorts. Look!"

At that moment Keith wasn't paying attention to what I did, so with only a little force I was able to pull the towel away so that Seth could see the huge spot on Keith's crotch that was still wet.

"Are you a fag?" Seth asked and was excellent at looking really shocked.

But before Seth could even complete this question, Keith jumped up and shouted:

"No, no, no! Please don't think that. This is the most awful thing that could happen to me. My parents would kill me, in particular my father. And also at school I would be treated like shit. So please don't think too much about this incident. Please. Give me another chance!"

"Watch your mouth, kid! Don't scream at us ever again, especially not because of your own deficiencies! It's clear that you can't be with us and that by the way you can also not stay in Dan's classes, if you are a sissy faggot."

Seth's voice had changed completely now and had a very threatening tone. And one could see from Keith's face that he was realizing that everything could be lost for him. He was devastated and close to a total break-down. Seth, even though he had liked Keith right from the beginning, of course loved playing these kind of games with him. So he went on and now began to show him some light on the horizon:

"It would only be different if all this was about developing your own masculinity. But I don't know that yet. Choke, come here and stand next to me, please!"

I did immediately as told.

"Good. Now Keith. Get in front of Choke and tell me why you're hot for him," Seth said to Keith.

"Well, I'm not ... I'm confused ... I don't know ..", Keith stuttered.

"If you go on lying, be prepared that I will tell all your buddies about your fag attitude and that will mean hell for you on earth. So tell me the truth and only the truth," Seth shouted.

Keith was shaking now all over his body and whispered:

"I love Choke's body. I love his muscles and his way of treating me. I just feel so grown up in the presence of all of you."

"So, it's his masculinity you like, right? Then show him your appreciation and kneel down in front of his crotch. Help him!" Seth ordered in his short commando tone.

As usual with Seth's instructions it didn't even take one minute and Keith followed. He was now kneeling in front of me.

"Now lower Choke's shorts and touch his manhood. Do it well so that he will like it. Clear!"

When Keith did as told and finally had my cock in his hand, I could feel that his body was still shaking. But I didn't know whether meanwhile it was out of joy or still out of fear. In any case he started to stroke my balls and also experimented with my tool a bit. I could virtually sense his fascination for my tool.

"Good. So you appreciate his manhood, right? But after all what Choke did for you and after all the trouble you caused him, you'll agree that he's entitled to some real relief, right? So first lick his feet. You were dreaming about this anyway, weren't you?"

I just couldn't believe what went on now. Keith closed his eyes and started licking my sweaty toes. And even though he was yet completely inexperienced, he used all his efforts to please me. But only after a very short time Seth continued with Keith's treatment:

"Good. And now you do the same with my boots! You see that they are not shiny any more. So use the towel and your tongue and make them look new again. I don't wanna see one spot on them after you're done."

Keith looked at Seth only for a very brief moment, but then continued as ordered. And he did a good job. After only some minutes, all the dust and all the spots were removed from Seth's boots.

"You're not doing a bad job, Keith. Now, try to take my brother's manhood in your mouth. And be careful with your teeth! This thing is very sensitive and the most valuable part of a man's body. You should know that and so it's you now who has full responsibility that this will mean pleasure for Choke. You better be good!" Seth reminded Keith.

Of course, Keith had enormous problems at the beginning to swallow my cock and not to choke thereby. I tried to make him feel more comfortable and guided his head. But at the beginning the feeling to suffocate was just too strong for Keith.

"Take your time and try again!" I said and tried to play the good cop/ bad cop role by appearing more affirmative compared to Seth. And Seth, quite untypical of him, now also showed some patience and generosity. I could see that he really liked the kid. Keith then went to another attempt and this time it was more successful, since he simultaneously focused on breathing through his nose. And it was Seth who this time took his head in his hands and guided him through his first blow-job experience.

I closed my eyes and moaned, while I was still acting a bit: "That's incredible. It feels so relaxing. Just go on. I'll shoot in your mouth and you'll drink my cum, understand?"

Keith nodded and also closed his eyes. You could see from his face that deep inside all this was like a hidden dream coming suddenly true for him. When he tried to jerk himself off, it was of course Seth who immediately intervened:

"What is this? You should only focus on your brother's pleasure. That's your only obligation now. Stop this immediately or otherwise it shows that you're still a fag."

Keith stopped at once and now only took care of my tool including its balls. To me, it just felt incredible to have someone who was only focusing on me. I could understand Seth's pleasure now much better.

"Oh, that's it. I'm cumming. Brother, please make sure that the bitch's mouth stays open," I screamed.

Seth of course immediately tried to help and kept his hands around Keith's mouth to ensure that it remained open. I came like a volcano and Keith - both out of joy and out of fear against Seth - swallowed everything. When I was done, I screamed out one final FUCK. While I was still recovering, Seth went back into motivation modus.

"You did a good job, mate. I think now it's your interest in masculinity that fascinates you so much about my brother, right? Don't worry we'll help you from now on to stay on track and not to end up as a fag."

Keith smiled over his entire face and said:

"Thank you, Sir. So, you won't tell the others about what happened before, right?"

"I think so. And in particular we won't say anything about you being a fag. 'Cause most likely you're not! But you will go to your friends now and make sure that as many as possible will join the next class. And you will become our number 1 point of contact in your high school, ok? 'Cause we need as many excellent recruits as possible with a right mindset like yours. Clear?" Seth replied.

Keith nodded and said: "Of course, all this is so exciting here. I feel so relieved, 'cause I'm not bound here by any stupid conventions. I mean I feel like it's like pure freedom here. So I will talk about this place and the brotherhood only with the greatest respect. And you can be sure that I'd like as many mates as possible to come here and train."

"Hopefully not only that. I think a man like you once grown up will have other expectations as well," Seth said with a dirty look at Keith who blushed immediately again.

"Come on. I told you this is man stuff and you shouldn't feel ashamed of it as long as it is about trying out your masculinity. But anyway, Keith, I appreciate your commitment. So go to your mates downstairs now and make sure that everyone is having a good time and that they go home in high spirit. After that you come back and we can all have dinner together. Dan will also join. Does this sound as a plan?" Seth asked with a grin.

Needless to say Keith gladly accepted this offer and off he went.