Dear Nifty-Readers,
I hope you are all fine and have been waiting for the continuing saga of Chokee's ongoing adventure as a hardcore patriotic skin. Now Chapter 34 is finally out.
Only looking at our hero makes clear that he finally has crossed the bridge and that there is not much left anymore that he has in common with his old life. After his first hardcore action event it's time for some relaxation at Stealth Bar. But Chokee must learn that he has more and more responsibilities and that taking care of his two pets requires time. Will he be able to face and manage those challenges? And even more so, will Chris-Boy and Keith accept their new superior who demands to rule over their lives from now on? It's clear that these relationships will only work based on the principle of absolute dominance and submission. And finally, the whole plan is again dependent on Seth's support. So let's see whether Chokee will get it.
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And now please enjoy Ch. XXXIV.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 34: First Outside Task - The Aftermath
I was quite happy that I didn't see the other brothers on my way upstairs, 'cause my 'games' with Spider Greg and afterwards with Seth had left quite some marks of dirt, blood and piss almost everywhere on my shirt, pants, and boots, but also on my face. I looked quite wild and so I took an intense shower first. Then I cleaned and polished my boots and thought that soon Chris-Boy and Keith should be well-trained and advanced enough to do this for me.
Afterwards I put on new gear and was happy that Seth in spite of his ascete personality made sure that certain basic things were constantly available in large quantities: workout supplements, sports equipment, healthy food, coffee, cigarettes, books (only the right ones of course, since any form of scum literature was an absolute no-go), and of course also all possible skinhead gear. We all were able to change our outfit - dependent on what was going on several times a day - and sometimes I did so, `cause the longe I had stayed with the brothers, the more I loved just to show off and just scare the shit out of other people. This time I decided for light blue bleachers and a black polo shirt with stomping boots on it and the words MARCHING UNTIL FINAL VICTORY of course in Gothic letters. I thought this was adequate after my first outside task whose successful execution when thinking about it still made me proud ... and also instantly hard. On the back the t-shirt had a logo that had meanwhile become one of my favorites and consisted of a red circle on black background where the capital letters PC on the inside were crossed. On the margin it said:
P.C. WANKERS FUCK OFF! - POLITICAL CORRECTNESS IS NOT FOR ME! WITH YOUR WORDS OF WISDOM I DON'T AGREE. POLITICAL CORRECTNESS OH WHAT A SHIT!
Maybe it was also that I saw these words as a form of outcry to the false and contemptible life of my old family. I was proud that I had chosen - now for ever - a different way of life that stood for true values and the total and unbreakable will to fight for those by whatever means and whenever necessary. Anyway, I was just in love with this PC symbol.
Before I got downstairs again, I decided to look briefly after Chris-Boy. So I went into Tom's room.
Still weak, but looking a bit better, it had gotten gotten natural for him to show me his respect. So, even though still weak but as expected from him, he jumped out of his bed and remained standing against the wall. I appreciated this sign of total obedience a lot and so automatically got into a friendlier mood.
"How is it going, airhead?" I asked, but this time I used the term `airhead' in a more joking way.
"Thank you, brother. It's better now. I don't feel pain anymore. I'm just a bit tired and weak," he answered.
"You can get your ass on the mattress again after we have finished our talk. You want something?," I asked and thereby getting closer to him. I liked seeing the uncertainty in his face, `cause he still didn't know whether he should see that move as a threat.
"No, Tom brought me dinner and I also have something to drink. He's very nice," Chris-Boy said while breathing heavier.
"Good, I like to hear that. But if you refer to one of us brothers, I told you already that you're expected to show your respect. So you call him brother' or comrade'. It's not just `he' or 'him' for you. shouldn't be too difficult even for you. Understand?," I barked.
"I'm sorry, brother. Please excuse me. What I wanted to say was of course that the brother had been very nice to me, because he gave me something to eat and drink," the kid replied immediately and looked down to the floor, `cause he felt embarrassed.
"Ok. But I want you to always look at me, when you talk to me. That's also part of showing respect. I've been telling you this for quite some time, so it should be quite a simple thing to do after all, airhead."
Immediately again Chris-Boy looked up from the ground so that our eyes matched. Then I went on:
"You're continuing your exercise with the barbells that I got you?"
"Yes, brother. It's a really good distraction and it has helped me to get over the worst points during the day. Thank you very much for this," the kid said almost mechanically and still had fears in his eyes because of the uncertainty of what to expect.
"I like to hear that. `Cause be prepared that you'll have to do quite a lot from tomorrow on. Exercising will become the most important part of your lifestyle for now ... Any other news from your old life?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's quite weird. Look at this," the kid said and grabbed his cellphone out of his pocket. Then he showed me a SMS that he received from a guy that used the nickname `Godzilla Goose" and that said:
"Hey buddy. Sorry that we had some rough times over the last days. I just wanna let you know that there are no bad feelings left and that we should go separate ways from now on. I really speak here for all buddies including Chief Spider Greg who, by the way, is most likely to leave us soon anyways. Take care, GG"
One could see that the message must have been written in quite a haste since it contained a lot of obvious spelling mistakes. For a short moment I tried to imagine the panic and fear out of which these lines must have been written immediately after we had left the scene.
"It's amazing. A few days ago they threatened the shit out of me, told me that they would kill me if I pay or go on. And now this. Seems to come out of nothing. Maybe it's a trap," Chris-Boy said.
"We'll see about that. You should have told me earlier right after I got in here. Don't ever hold back things from me, clear? But anyways ... didn't I tell you that the brotherhood would help you solve the problem. By the way, you'll switch off your fucking cell phone right now and give it to me. I'll smash it and throw it away, since I don't want anyone to locate you just because of some insecure communication line. You'll get a new cell from comrade Seth some other time. Clear?"
When saying this, I looked at him and gave him a mysterious smile. After some moments of thinking, he replied:
"Ok. Now I begin to understand. You brothers had your share in this, right? ... Well, I'm really quite relieved now, believe me. And please excuse that I didn't tell you right away when I came in. I don't have any bad intentions, really. It's just that I'm still nervous and not very focused, " the kid said, now with a slight smile on his generally worried face.
"Apology accepted this time! By the way, I personally had a share in this one. So, don't you think it's time to show some gratitude?" I asked in a slightly accusing manner.
The kid now tried everything not to make me upset, but didn't know what to do. He was clearly frightened of any form of outbreak on my side and he wanted to keep the friendly atmosphere that just had started. When noticing his helplessness, I really took some pleasure out of this. Again I got closer to him so that our upper bodies and also our crotches were touching each other. As usual, his dick didn't show any reaction, different from mine which grew half-hard once again within no time. And as all the other times before, Chris-Boy didn't know how to interpret my move and immediately became nervous and again scared. A clear sign was that both his speech and his breath got much quicker.
"Of course, brother, please accept my apology. I didn't know that you were responsible for all this. Thank you so much for helping me! I wouldn't have known how to handle this situation by myself." Chris-Boy's words came out like from a machine.
I started a cigarette now and as I expected he was looking eagerly at it.
"Come here!" I ordered him shortly before inhaling and pointed with my finger at my lips.
The kid understood what I wanted from him and after only a short moment of hesitance - which I commented with a furious look in my eyes - he moved his mouth towards mine and opened it a bit. Then I exhaled and I could see how much his lungs enjoyed the nicotine, `cause he closed his eyes while all this was happening.
"Better?" I asked him in a calmer tone after he opened his eyes again.
"Yes, definitely," he replied, with an almost silent voice and now a little more relaxed.
"Why are you so nervous?" I asked as if I didn't have a clue and maintained close body contact while asking.
"I'm not ... I don't know, I mean ...," the kid stuttered.
"Don't lie, `cause that makes me very angry, as you should know meanwhile!" I barked.
"Well, I still feel quite weak and sometimes I never know what to expect. You get upset with me very easily," he replied.
I took on my brightest innocent smile and then said half mysterious and half aggressive:
"So don't give me a reason to become upset with you. Be honest with me and obey! And keep me happy. All these things are completely in your hands."
Now I grabbed his crotch and pressed it a little. Simultaneously I took his left hand and made him touch my crotch so that he could feel my meanwhile full erection. Chris-Boy was completely disturbed now and blushed. Again he didn't know what would come next and whether I was going to rape him right away. His face told me that inside his brain he already prepared for the worst. For a short moment I was thinking that a straight-forward rape would be best to educate him and make him familiar immediately what true masculinity meant. And of course I would have done so also as a means of severe but joyful punishment, if Chris-Boy had pushed me away or had shown any other form of resistance or disobedience. After all, my tool again was ready and the idea to force my will upon someone else provided an even stronger kick with me. The only problem was that meanwhile I had started to like the kid and for me he was no longer a mere drug addict scum with whom I could just play around in any way that I felt would be fun. Somehow the feeling to be responsible for him outweighed a lot already.
Also, Chris-Boy was not yet in a condition where there would have been any serious learning effect; he was still on the edge of a nervous breakdown ... something I didn't want to risk. So I stopped my treatment quite suddenly and put the rest of my cigarette in his mouth ... something he thankfully accepted. It was funny to virtually see the relief in his face. I gave him a friendly but firm slap on his face that again made perfectly clear who was the boss among us. Then I turned around and went to the door. Halfway there I turned back to Chris-Boy again and smirked:
"And for god's sake, relax, when a brother comes close to you. Having a hardon, giving and getting blowjobs, and fucking around wildly are the most natural things in the world. Be and behave like a man from now on, `cause that is what ultimately counts here in the brotherhood. Otherwise you won't survive. Understand?"
Chris-Boy, with his eyes still closed, took an intense last puff from the rest of the cigarette that I had given him before and now was obviously going through a feeling of great joy. He was just thankful that his worst fears finally didn't come true. He nodded at me with a slight smile and replied:
"Yes, brother, absolutely. But I need to learn from you."
"Good. So from tomorrow on we'll start with your routine. Maybe I'll bring another airhead with me so that you both will learn from each other and I don't have to do or say things twice. Hopefully this will make me less angry. Let's see. But now give me your cell!" I ordered.
Immediately he did as told and handed me his device, I took it, smashed it on the floor and jumped on it several times with my left boot. I felt that Chris-Boy when watching this rather symbolic scene started to understand and appreciate what power the steel-capped combaat boots of a true fighter skin had. When there was not much left after my treatment, he looked quite impressed, but also a bit worried . maybe because he imagined what it would be like to feel those boots beating his own face and body..
"Good, that should make your location remain a secret to everyone from now on. You clean all this shit immediately by the way. I don't wanna see anything left on the floor when I come back. Clear? And as said, maybe, if you behave well you'll get a new safe cell from brother Seth. He normally wants to know where his brothers are ... Anyways, I have to leave now. But you should never forget at any moment that I'm your only friend from now on and the only one who's left for you now. And I can create either hell or heaven for you ... it's completely up to me. So see you tomorrow, airhead!" I smirked at him when saying the last sentence. Then I opened the door and before leaving I could see that Chris-Boy - even though still weak - already started to collect the remaining pieces from his cell on the floor. He's learning quickly and seems to accept my orders as absolute law for him, I thought and was very pleased.
When I entered Stealth, Seth was already waiting impatiently.
"Where the fuck have you been? I was waiting for you. You know that you need to be seen here," Seth barked quite aggressively.
"I'm sorry, brother. But I was just checking on Chris-Boy how he was doing," I replied but also sounding a bit regretful.
"Is he still alive? He should be pretty happy for what you did for him. That was an act of true comradeship! After your nice way of handling Spider Greg the threats from his old gang should be pretty much over," Seth said, now in a slightly better mood.
I nodded and told him what happened. Seth fortunately appeared quite pleased and the expression in his face got more cheerful. Then he said with a grin:
"By the way, look who also came tonight. I think your other pet is also calling after you."
When saying this, Seth pointed to Dan and indeed next to him there was Keith. He wore dark blue and partially bleached jeans that were quite tight and emphasized his butt. He also put on the muscle shirt from last week's concert that I had given to him and now looked quite used - but this made him look even hotter. He also wore the chain with the THOR HAMMER that he got from me as a present when we said goodbye last time visibly over his shirt. Of course this was meant as a clear sign of his loyalty to me.
"Didn't we say that he should show up only by tomorrow?" I asked.
"I think so, but obviously the dog always wants to come back to its master," Seth commented sarcastically. Then he looked at me and went on:
"Now our Chokee-Boy is clean again. You really look pretty hot. But I guess your pet shouldn't know about the kind of favorite yellow games that you like to play so much with me. Nor should he learn now about your other wild side when it comes to beating the shit out of our enemies. Right?"
I blushed (even though I tried not to) and, while looking at Seth, didn't know what to say. I could see that the sadistic part of Seth's character took a lot of joy from this conversation. Suddenly he grabbed my head and gave me a friendly slap:
"Don't worry, brother! No one's going to find out. I know that your pets need to respect their master.
`Cause only respect and fear will result in obedience and trust on their part. That's the way it is." Then he got again closer and whispered in my ear in a rough tone:
"But don't think that I'll become easier on you because of that. You're mine and I play with you and fuck the shit out of you whenever I feel like it. And also tonight when you'll lay next to me will be no exception. Clear?"
I closed my eyes and nodded. Seth of course could see from the expression in my face how much deep inside I was looking forward again to his rough treatments. But before I could give him a full answer, he went on, now in a more business-like manner:
"Listen, I don't have time for this shit now. Comrades and various other tasks are waiting. Take care of the kid now and we'll see each other later."
Then Seth gave me a friendly hug and left. I took another sip from my beer can and then went to Keith whose eyes could tell how impatiently he had been waiting for me already. Immediately I decided to give Keith a hard time so that he would realize who would always be the boss among us ... or, in other simpler words, who was top and who would be the total bottom in this relationship.
First I greeted Dan and we had a longer conversation for some minutes among brothers. During all that time I didn't pay attention to the kid at all. I wanted to give him the feeling that this was a discussion between grown-ups, where he had no say in it. I knew that was cruel but I wanted Keith to realize and accept where the real power was in this relationship. Then Keith suddenly said:
"Our youngest comrade couldn't wait, but wanted to see you right away. So he joined me tonight."
"Really," I said while taking a deep puff from my cigarette and then turning to Keith:
"But didn't we say explicitly last time that we would have our little reunion only tomorrow? You know that the brothers and I were quite busy today," I barked.
You could see that Keith had difficulties to cope with the situation. He expected some positive reaction on my side, but when that didn't happen he didn't know what to do. He felt so disappointed that his eyes almost filled with tears.
"I'm sorry, brother. I really didn't want to bother you or get on your nerves. It's just that I'm so happy that Dan could convince my folks and that I'll have more freedom from now on. And I thought you might be interested that I could serve the brotherhood far better now," Keith said and clearly felt guilty.
"Well, first of all it'll take me and the other brothers quite some time to teach you some basics. So by mere logic I need to have some time available for you, right?" I said in quite an accusing tone.
The kid again didn't know how to react and started stuttering: "I'm sorry ... I really didn't want ... I know you need your time ... I can also leave now ..."
Keith also blushed heavily. Fortunately Dan understood right from the beginning what I was really after and didn't intervene when I played my emotionally cruel game with the kid. He just had a slight smile on his face, but let me handle the situation by myself. I still waited a bit and greeted other brothers, among them Pit and Max, before I turned to Keith who looked devastated.
"Come with me!" I ordered him shortly and in a rough tone, gave him a bossy-like slap on his shoulder, and we made our way to the bar. Phil was already waiting there asking me when I would start helping him. But when he discovered Keith behind me, he gave me a dirty grin and joked:
"Oh, I see, Brother. Maybe you wanna go to the backroom and discuss things there a bit."
I nodded and pushed Keith who was taken by complete surprise to the small backroom. Then I closed the door again. The air in there was stale but this fit perfectly to the situation. I sat down on the only chair, grabbed a cigarette and started to inhale. The whole time Keith stood there without moving and said absolutely nothing; the kid seemed to be still afraid because of my prior reaction.
"What is it you want?" I asked him after a moment of complete silence which must have seemed like an eternity for the kid.
"I ... I ... I don't know. It's just that last time you were so nice to me. The chain you gave me really means a lot to me and therefore I'm wearing it. I really didn't know that you were so busy today and that showing up wouldn't be a good idea. Please, I feel sorry for this, really. ..," Keith tried to justify himself shyly with almost no tone in his voice.
"Well, I think I told you about my schedule in advance, didn't I? So you should better listen to what I'm saying. Right?" I replied.
"Yes, sure, brother. Again, please I'm sorry ... I'm really sorry ..."
I knew that now the time had come to lift the kid up again and show him some light at the end of the tunnel. On the other hand, I didn't want his emotional fall-down to be without limits.
"Come here and sit on my lap NOW!" I ordered him, but this time in a slightly friendlier tone. I pointed with my middle finger to my thighs. The kid followed quickly, `cause he also knew that this was his last chance to save the night. I made of course sure that he could feel my tool, which was still half-hard from my talk with Chris-Boy - something that he obviously enjoyed. Then I whispered into his ear while exhaling some cigarette smoke:
"You need to learn to obey me completely. If you wanna become a true brother, that's the most important thing. You always obey your superior and always do what he says - no matter what comes. Is that understood?"
"Yes, brother, absolutely."
"Good. And you need to be truthful and you never lie to me or another brother. You may lie to the scum outside or even to your own folks as you did - I give a shit about that. But you'll never ever lie to a brother. The brotherhood expects you to be totally transparent. Also clear?"
Keith nodded and confirmed again.
"So again: why did you come here one day earlier than expected?" I asked and simultaneously led his hand to my crotch while I was doing the same with the kid.
"I .. I needed ..."
"Don't stutter all the time. It's the games that we played that don't get out of your head, right?" I asked firmly.
Keith nodded and looked on the ground: "I'm sorry, but the last week was just an amazing experience. My whole world as I've known it was crumbling down," Keith said while he got all red over his still childlike face.
"It's ok. At least you're honest now," I replied and then turned him around. Without interruption I pulled him close to me and gave him an intense kiss. Keith didn't know how to kiss properly yet, but I could tell immediately that he enjoyed it very much, since he didn't want to stop. When I finally did it, I looked at him and told him a little ironically:
"I think you still need to learn some things about manly kissing ... especially when you get kissed by a dominant skin. But now you better kneel down and suck my tool as you should have learned it already the other day."
The kid immediately obeyed, but had a hard time opening my pants. So I had to help him which I did with joy. As usual I wasn't wearing underwear, so when opening the first buttons of my combat pants he got immediately confronted with my erect cock. He took it in his mouth and tried very hard to service me as best as he could. But naturally the kid was still quite inexperienced and my dick's size was also too big at a still early learning stage. So I had to help him and give him the right directions almost all the time, which took quite an effort and would have been a total turn-off in a standard sex encounter hadn't I liked the kid somehow. Nevertheless the whole situation felt quite hot now. From outside I could hear one of my favourite songs playing which gave me an additional kick. The song was called FREEDOM FIGHTERS and perfectly expressed how special I had started to feel meanwhile:
I am angry and seek the truth
I am the proud misled youth
I am out for action and ready to change the world
You can't deny me, I will attack
I am your freedom fighter and take everything back.
I am the spark of hope in your eye
I'll fight for your freedom or will die
If I don't stand then who else will?
There's a scorching flame deep inside
Born with will and so much pride
I can't lose, it's my destiny.
While listening intensively to the song and partially singing it myself, I got really wild and shouted at the kid:
"Come on boy, swallow it deeply. The whole thing must go down your throat. Nothing's supposed to be left."
When he finally managed to take my whole thing in, I got even more demanding and ordered:
"Also play with my huge balls. Lick them too with your boy tongue!"
While Keith was getting his first class blowjob lessons, I was simultaneously twisting his nipples. This turned the young kid on more than I would have expected and so he started moaning heavily. To make things even wilder, I suddenly stopped, took out my cock from his mouth and forced him to stand up. When he was standing directly in front of me, while I was still sitting, I took both of my hands, grabbed him firmly on his ass and lifted him up from the ground a little so that his teen cock was directly in front of my face. Then I opened my mouth and took in his still small tool. I just knew that this would give the kid the rest and drive him crazy, `cause he'd never had this before ... getting a blowjob with his legs in the air. Naturally this first time experience was too much for him and he started moaning and screaming like a wild cat. At some point I even feared that he would lose his consciousness (which fortunately didn't happen after all).
It didn't take long until Keith was ready to cum. When he did, I made sure that he shot his entire load into a used glass that had stood around nearby. Before I entered his life, Keith must have had only some unpleasant and unsatisfactory jerk-off sessions - and even that, I was sure, must have happened only very recently, since cuming was still a relatively new experience for him. So it was clear that this orgasm brought the kid to the absolute edge and he didn't know how to cope with it. The amount of cum was still quite limited, so also from that I knew that there was still a long way to go. Anyways, the feeling to have an orgasm must have been so strong for him that even his prior screaming fell silent and converted into a mere quiet whimpering.
When he was done (but still pretty much out of control), I forced him to kneel down again and watch my own cock shooting its load. For me it was no problem at all to set the right timing for my own climax. In general, both the mental and physical training by Seth and the other brothers had meanwhile brought me into a condition where sex at anytime and anywhere was always an option. I had absolutely no problem getting hard whenever the need came up. In many ways, just like Seth and the others, I had managed to function like a pure sex machine. And the fact that I was really proud of this and had no second thoughts about false moral and stupid conventions supported my sex drive even more. I guess only someone coming from a similar background like myself can really understand what it means, when the point in your life when you feel truly liberated.
And so I wanted Keith who now was in a similar situation than I was some months ago to have the optimal and ultimate learning experience. I moaned quite loudly and couldn't be sure whether outside - in spite of the loud music that was playing - people would be able to hear something. But I also didn't care much; most important was that I managed my entire load landing in the glass and that the kid would learn in what direction he was expected to develop.
I guess Keith knew by mere instinct what would come next, `cause without waiting for my explicit instruction he took the glass from me and drank everything in one sip. When I saw that there was still quite a lot of cum still in it, I said sharply that this was by far not good enough, poured some of the absinthe into the glass, which fortunately you could find everywhere in the backroom, and shook it to make sure that the rest of our cum would mix well with the alcohol and held this precious beverage under Keith's nose.
"Drink this in one sip and don't dare spoil it! Prove to me that you wanna become a true brother!" I ordered him sharply, but still with an encouraging smile.
Without complaining the kid also drank the second course without any resistance in one sip, even though - since he was not (yet) used to alcohol - he started coughing heavily after he was done. The kid's face got completely reddish and I slapped him on the back several times to stop the coughing. When this didn't help and I got afraid that he would throw up everything again, I quickly took a glass and filled it with water. Fortunately the small room had an extra sink. I made him drink the water and finally the coughing got better. Then I made Keith who was completely out of breath sit on my lap again.
"Seems that at least once in a while you can be a good kid who's willing to learn quickly!" I told him with quite some acknowledgement in my voice. "And if you play by the rules, we can turn you into something extra hot. You like all this, don't you?" I asked with a grin.
Keith nodded and, still out of breath, looked at me:
"It's really mind-blowing, brother. I haven't had such a feeling ever before. I really want it to happen again and become part of the brotherhood," he said quietly.
"Don't worry! There will be many more times, I promise. But you must behave and play by the rules. And that means first of all to OBEY me and the other brothers. They must become your only authority from now on. No one else, understand?"
Keith nodded and took another sip from the glass of water. When answering I looked at him and screened him a bit to make sure whether he told me his true feelings. The kid appeared completely overwhelmed and clearly was prepared to do anything that would make him be part of us. So obviously loyalty would not be a problem in this case, I thought. I also knew that this was the perfect basis for going beyond his limits and start with fucking exercises soon.
"Good," I said. "Now we go back to the others and you'll spend the rest of the night with Dan. You'll also stay in his bed and do exactly what he tells you. No buts, understand? And tomorrow afternoon directly after school - no earlier and no later - you come here and we'll start with your real education. And just that you know: you won't be alone with me. You'll be together with another kid who's a bit older and is going through pretty much the same period in his life. Only thing is that he's smarter than you, but in a less fortunate situation, `cause life hasn't treated him nicely so far. His name is Chris and I want the two of you working together, learning from each other, and behaving like true brothers. No fighting or jealousy, clear! Remember, at this stage your only goal must be to keep me happy. And my standards are high. See everything that I'll give you as a privilege that I can take away from you easily at any moment again, when I feel like it. Clear? So your only way from now on is obedience, obedience and once more obedience. If you ever don't do what I say, the whole thing here will be over and I personally will send you back to your old boring life. It'll be a personal pleasure, believe me! So everything depends on you from now on. Do you understand?"
Keith was looking at me quite shocked for a moment, but then nodded slightly.
"That's not good enough. I wanna hear your answer," I said while putting on my pants again and cleaning myself under the sink a bit.
"Yes, brother, I fully understood and accepted these rules," Keith replied with a firm voice.
Now I grabbed the kid's ass with one of my hands and slapped it firmly so to stress the meaning of what we just said. Fortunately I had the feeling that he had understood, `cause - just like myself, when Seth started to train me - he didn't want to waste this unique chance.
After I was done, I made sure that also Keith cleaned himself a bit, since he had looked a bit destroyed with cum spots almost everywhere, even his hair. Then we left the backroom which now smelt even stronger than before when we got in. As instructed, the kid immediately went back to Dan and I could finally start with my shift. Phil of course couldn't hold back and gave me a very dirty smile when I came out from the backroom. Even though he knew of course, he kept asking me for every detail of what happened and also wanted to know about my further plans with the kid. Naturally I answered him as best as I could. At the end he commented rather sarcastically but also with a joyful tone:
"Wow, so you're planning to have two pets simultaneously almost for your sole use. You better discuss this with Seth, I guess."
The night passed without any further incidents. Only Pit and Max - the guys who were sent on their mission to the Anarcho Bar after the last gig - shortly showed up and congratulated me on today's successful assignment against Chris-Boy's former gang. Max also said that he was hoping for some joint missions soon. And finally we agreed to repeat some of the hot action that had been going on between us back in the bathroom rather sooner than later.
Shortly after midnight - since it was a normal weekday - Stealth closed and quite frankly I was more than happy about that. It had been a hell of a day and I was terribly tired. Seth came to the bar, saw my sleepy eyes and asked the other brothers whether it was ok that both of us could leave already to the apartment. Needless to say, no one objected against Seth's proposal - something which never happened anyway.
On our way upstairs I told him about my events with Keith and what I had in mind - in particular that I wanted Keith and Chris-Boy to control each other and to learn together. Seth liked the idea and approved of it quickly.
"Our Chokee is developing fast into some kind of mega-dominant master sex machine. He's already starting his private academy and has his first two students - a little bit like the old Greek philosophers. You don't originate from Socrates by any chance, `cause he's said to have had very intense relationships with some of his students." Seth was laughing heavily when saying this.
As funny as he made it appear, I could also feel that Seth was a little worried that I would get too dominant too quickly and would not accept his leadership anymore. For me this was a thought that didn't even cross my mind. Seth's absolute authority in all things had meanwhile become a sacred rule to me and I saw myself primarily as someone who was assisting him to get his will. And that was also true for Keith and Chris-Boy where he had asked me to help. Sure, the fun part for me was just incredible, but Seth on the other hand has told me many times that as long as I served the brotherhood first and dedicated my full loyalty to the brothers, fun and lust were nothing bad but a necessary part of a real man's life.
During this night Seth was extremely dominant with me. It was clear from the beginning that he wouldn't let me sleep right away, but that he would expect me to serve him. To me this was natural and more than ok. He fucked me harder than ever before both missionary and doggy-style and kept saying:
"Don't get any ideas. You're mine. It's me who created you, you little bastard."
The experience that night was rough, but anyway I liked it again. I just knew that I had to be enormously thankful for what Seth had done for me. He had been nothing less than the liberator of my soul and my previous awful lifestyle. Therefore it was perfectly natural that in return he demanded and wanted constant proof for my full obedience and attention. He came inside me while screaming and roaring into my ear. Thereafter he made me lick his tool clean again and insisted on an intense and long-lasting treatment. Only after I had thoroughly completed my task to his full satisfaction, he turned me around and entered me again with his half-stiff dick. For a while I thought to myself that the whole performance on that night would have been just perfect for any high class porno shoot, and had to smile.
"Do you still trust me, brother?" I asked Seth shortly after he had re-entered me. "Seth, honestly, my relationship with you is most important to me. So please tell me if I did or I'm still doing something wrong."
"No, don't worry. It's just a bit hard to see how quickly my puppy is growing up. Therefore I need to give you a hard time at least once in a while," he replied. He then gave me another hot and totally possessive kiss and, shortly thereafter and almost together with me, fell asleep.