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 35 is finally out.
Chokee seemed to have fully arrived in the skin world. He's now living the life of a hardcore fighter brother and is also taking his responsibilities in the brotherhood very seriously. Therefore, he's also aware that Seth is expecting results when it comes to educating Chris-Boy and Keith, both of whom his brothers refer to as 'Chokee's pets'. Our hero wants to apply a new method so that his proteges will achieve faster and more lasting progress by making them learn from each other. But will this principle of co-education finally work or will it fail because of the undeniable differences between the two pets? Chokee knows that if he fails, the blame will be put on him. So again he will be eager to deliver results (as he did already all the time before).
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A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 35: The Advantages of Co-Education (Part 1)
When I woke up at around 4am, I started immediately to think about the challenges of the coming day. How could I best achieve a fruitful relationship between Chris-Boy and Keith, I wondered. Sure, some tension was always good so that I would get from both of them the necessary competitiveness and commitment to grow beyond their existing limits. But what I wanted to avoid under any circumstances were constant fights or even disloyalties between the two. If that happened, I would lash out against both of them in a way that they had never seen before, I thought. It was clear to me that the two, when I looked at their personalities, could learn from each other if they were willing to do so. Chris-Boy was, for instance, quite street-smart and had more valuable life experience. Keith on the other hand had the better character and stood more for moral values and truthfulness. So what I had to do was to create a situation where they knew that it was better to join forces instead of fighting. I decided to talk about this issue right away and make clear that any wrong-doing of one of the two would always also count against the other. With this trick of joint responsibility, I thought, it would best ensure that any internal fights were kept to a sound level, `cause no one would get a benefit out of that.
I must have been deep in my thoughts for quite a while, `cause suddenly I felt Seth waking up. As usual he had his usual morning hard-on and, before opening his eyes and as a kind of starter into the day, he wanted to enter me. So he spit on his hand, used a bit of saliva to moisture his tool and, while holding me firm in spoon-position, stuck his sword into my ass. I didn't know at first whether he expected full relief or whether he just wanted some morning relaxation. But very soon it became clear that Seth was up for a complete new session. He fucked me heavily from behind while screaming and moaning like crazy and doing the heaviest dirty-talk one could think of. Shortly before he came he took his tool out and pushed my head down under his sheet so that I would suck him off while his legs were still covered with the blanket. Since my head was fully covered, I could smell Seth's man scent all over and that turned me on like a wild cat. I used all my blowjob talents which I had acquired through hard work and obviously I did this to his whole satisfaction. He shouted and moaned even louder now and called me his favorite names like 'first class cock sucker', 'cock addict', 'fuck brother', or 'fuck mate'. When he came, he shot masses of his load directly into my mouth and by fixing the position of my head without any flexibility, he made sure as always that his dick stayed in my mouth the entire time. After he was done, he seemed very happy, stretched his arms and legs, and gave me a long deep kiss. Then he said to me with a smile:
"Let's have a coffee in the kitchen and plan our day! Come on, mate!"
He gave me a hand and helped me to get up from the mattress and then we both walked to the kitchen. Since it was only before 5am on this Friday morning and still dark outside, all the other brothers were still sleeping. We were alone in the kitchen and so there was this intimacy and openness between us, as by nature it can only exist among true brothers who totally trust each other. I enjoyed this moment enormously, `cause for me my relationship with Seth stood beyond everything and I wanted to assure Seth of my feelings all the time when he allowed me to be with him.
Seth handed me over a cup with fresh coffee and then sat down next to me on one of the bar stools. Once in a while when talking to me, he was grabbing my crotch probably also to make clear that he was entitled to me and my body whenever he felt like it. For me, on the other hand, just knowing that I enjoyed the continuous interest and protection by such a dominant superior brother was overwhelming and let me stay half hard almost all the time. Both of us started our morning cigarette almost simultaneously and enjoyed the complete silence for some minutes. Then Seth put one of his legs on my lap and allowed me to massage his foot a bit.
Finally, Seth broke the silence and started the conversation:
"Ok, mate, what are your plans for today and this weekend?"
As I had done already the day before, I told him about my intentions with Keith and Chris-Boy and the principle of complete co-education in which I believed so much and that I wanted to apply to the two kids. I wanted both to spend most of the day together and to create an atmosphere where they were forced to learn from me and from each other fast. Both were expected to start from the complete bottom line as mere towel boys and personal servants and it was entirely up to them to work their way up in the brotherhood. Sure, Keith was a little ahead, since he was crazy about fooling around with me, while Chris-Boy, at least once in a while, still acted like a maniac when guys came around him. On the other hand, Chris-Boy was much more street-wise and had more life experience. I just knew that once he got over his original limits and accepted the idea of true and total masculinity as the brotherhood lived it, he would go up like a rocket and develop fast, most likely even faster than 13-year old Keith who knew nothing about life but only thought of me like a hardcore groupie who adored his favorite rock star.
Seth immediately liked the idea and gave his approval.
"You're really helping the brotherhood. Let's see whether one or even both of them are of the material that is necessary to become a good brother and mate. As I said, the responsibility is on you and no one else. Clear?"
I nodded and was happy that my plan was approved.
"But, Chokee, there are also some things that relate to you and that we should discuss now," Seth continued and took a deep puff and then went on:
"Let me start with the easiest or maybe even hardest thing. Next week will be a complete off-period for us when it comes to smoking. Clear? I told you at the beginning that smoking is part of our way of life and I can see that meanwhile you also enjoy it pretty much. But there should be no mental addiction at any time. Therefore both of us need regular off-sessions and next week is one of them. So enjoy today and this weekend, `cause Monday can become a little ugly. And just to give you a warning: Most likely I'll get even more difficult during this period and will try to replace my frustration with fucking. So your ass should be prepared and always ready. Any questions?" he asked with a dirty smirk.
Even enjoying the idea of increased activity between Seth and myself, I shook my head and that was obviously the reaction which was expected from me, `cause Seth after inhaling again continued right away thereafter:
"Good. Second thing is that you need to fuck a cunt soon."
I must have looked very disturbed or even shocked at first and I also knew that Seth's character just enjoyed seeing the fear in my eyes. To have a little more time I wanted to sound funny and replied:
"But hopefully you don't want me to marry and lead the life of a father staying at home with many kids."
The answer came straight away: "If I have the right of the first night with the groom maybe."
He looked at me sharply while exhaling and then started to laugh out like crazy. He slapped me on my knee several times and then said:
"Chokee, don't worry. I don't wanna keep you from your cock addiction. Would be a lost cause anyway and after all I also profit from it. But for the brotherhood it's important that you prove your masculinity. That's all what it is about. And of course that doesn't mean that you can't have your fun with the brothers anymore. On the contrary, after satisfying a cunt's needs, your performance on your brothers will become even better. And I know that in your case this means that after your first cunt experience you will need even more real relaxation for your tool ... which for you of course means men ... many men. Does this make sense to you?"
I nodded and asked:
"Do you have someone specific in mind already?" I asked.
"Well, I will introduce you to some opportunities over the next few days, maybe even on the weekend down at Stealth. You'll see. In that case you could do it right away in the bathroom and the whole thing would be quicker ... if that's what you want. But you can also bring any sweetheart here - of course only those that I have approved before - and go to one of the empty rooms with her. The room here of course is off-limit, clear?"
"Thanks, brother," I replied. "Please let me think about it for some time and then I'll let you know. Can we please do it this way?" I was asking in a pleading voice. Little did I know that very soon an opportunity would arise where also myself had a deep interest that a cunt would get familiar with my new personality and get a first hand experience of what true masculinity really meant.
"Wish granted,"Seth said and smiled. "Let's get to the third point then. You remember Paul, right? And I'm sure you meanwhile also found out what happened to him on the day when I was out with Lars and Tom took over? Be honest!"
"Yes, Seth, I know what happened."
"Good. So since you really seem to have enjoyed your yesterday's assignment concerning the kid, the brotherhood decided that you will also participate in our next little action plan against Paul. `Cause we believe that a traitor like him shouldn't walk around at all. So we have planned for some nice kind of rendezvous. I'll explain to you all the details when things are set. So, you're in?" Seth asked sharply and clearly expecting only one answer.
After exhaling the last puff from my cigarette I replied:
"Of course, brother. Whatever you and the brotherhood demand from me."
Seth screened my eyes heavily when he heard my answer which really came from the bottom of my heart, 'cause meanwhile I had fully accepted Seth as my ultimate authority and it just felt great. So fortunately Seth could really see and feel that I meant what I said and that I had learned my lesson. He then took on an acknowledging smile and said:
"You really believe in all this here, huh? You've become a really good brother and mate and I told you already that with this attitude you'll make it to the absolute top. But just to round it up and also give you a better feeling about all this: There will also be an event where we support children that are raised by single mums. We're helping them with food, toys and other stuff. And we'll also spend a day with the kids. You will also want to take part in this, clear?"
I nodded again and could see that also the week ahead of me started to become pretty busy already. I was not sure yet whether I should like this or not, but in any case I was in.
"Ok, seems that we're all set then. All your other obligations, your training and also your sessions with Lawrence will of course go in parallel with all this. There won't be much time to sit on your lazy ass," Seth said ironically and laughed again.
"And now let's start with our routine. We'll do our morning run first and thereafter we'll have a shower. You also need a complete new shave. That should make you look sufficiently powerful for your pet number 1. Come on, move!"
Our run went as usual. Fortunately I was now already in a phase of total routine and the efforts appeared manageable. Seth of course increased the speed and when he saw that I was able to keep up with the new challenges quite easily, he congratulated me on my improved body condition. We got back from the run shortly after 6:30 in the morning and both sweated like shit. We went to the bathroom, where we had our normal routine and it was amazing to see that Seth, while he was shaving my head and in return I was playing with his tool and balls, quickly got a full hard-on again. My master, I thought to myself, was just insatiable and seemed to be ready at any time. But all that did no longer come as a total surprise. After all, my own libido had become pretty much similar: I felt ready to shoot almost at any time and normally I was able to recover for a next session within less than an hour. Seth as usual did a great job; everywhere on my head I was completely bald. I decided however not to shave my face, `cause I thought that my three-day stubble together with my totally shaved head made me look even more aggressive. Seth fortunately agreed.
We went back to Seth's room and there I put on my light blue bleachers (as mostly the case without underwear), my boots, and a red muscle shirt showing a tank on THE back and on the front an MG 42 automatic machine gun and the words SKIN KILLER COMMANDO (again in Gothic style letters).
"Wow," Seth said. "Your pet for sure will be impressed. Let's start the day now. You still need to have your morning free weight session. That you can do pretty much alone without me now. But don't forget that in the afternoon you'll have your mental power training with Lars. That's of course crucial. And tonight you'll have your longer shifts at Stealth. The weekend is coming, don't forget. I'll be around basically all day, so we'll see each other."
I nodded and went to Tom's room. It was now shortly after 8 am. Since I had seen Tom in the living room already doing exercises on one of the benches, I didn't knock at his door, but opened it right away. Tom's bed had not yet been made and so the entire room looked and smelled like total manliness. A really good place to straighten out your head, I thought. Chris-Boy was still sleeping on his mattress. I got closer and shook his shoulder rather roughly and ordered him with a loud voice:
"Come on, airhead, time to get up! You're late already on your first day. You don't want me to beat you out of your bed, do you?"
It was really amazing to see the kid's reaction, which quite naturally was driven by fear and respect. As soon as he opened his eyes, he jumped up from his mattress and said almost automatically and with a robot-like voice:
"Good morning, brother. I'm really sorry that I woke up so late. Please excuse my mistakes!"
"You can be happy that I had quite a good start into the day," I barked. "Thanks to comrade Seth first of all. Normally you should go right away and kiss his feet and ass for that. But we don't have time and so for once I'll give you a break. But you have exactly 15 minutes to get your ass to the bathroom, get cleaned up and dressed and then I'll see you in the kitchen. You'll wear your Martial Arts sweatsuit; there's a fresh one on your chair. Hope I made myself clear enough. See yourself there!" I said and left the room.
Exactly 13 minutes later Chris-Boy came to the kitchen where Seth and I still sat on our bar stools. Phil was standing behind the bar table and preparing our regular breakfast.
"There he is, our little airhead!" I said, when Chris-Boy came in. The others were laughing right away and the kid blushed a bit, but didn't dare object. I felt sorry for him a little, 'cause Chris-Boy still was very much down and was now lacking any self-esteem. So I stopped the picking and got a bit friendlier:
"It's ok. Come here, airhead, and have your oatmeal fruit bowl. And drink at least one cup of coffee, the day and myself are gonna be hard on you," I said with a slight smile.
He still was not sure whether this offer was serious or whether one of the three of us would start freaking out and hit on him. When he saw that we behaved peacefully, he started to relax. His face got even more surprised, when Seth stood up, grabbed into his pocket and said a bit sarcastically:
"I heard that Choke yesterday went after your old cell and that it couldn't hold against his boots, right? And he also made a promise, even though he didn't talk to me about that before, huh?"
"Yes, that's right. But Choke ... I mean the brother didn't have any bad intentions. He wanted to protect me and the brotherhood from any unwanted spy attacks," the kid replied rather helplessly and was keen not to provoke me.
"That doesn't answer the second part of my question, stupid!" Seth barked.
"Well, the brother said that I'd get a new one from you some time in the future. But of course, if you don't think that's right, I'm fine with this, really ... I know that I'm not entitled to anything here ... please don't get mad, brother!" Chris-Boy stuttered and couldn't hold back but showed his enormous fear of Seth.
"Well, remember I told you that the brotherhood always keeps its promises, always - for good and for bad! So, there you go!" Seth said and handed him over his new cell. Chris-Boy couldn't believe what just happened and just stared - still not believing his luck - at the device.
"It's super safe and Choke will show you all the functions. Goes without saying that from now on you'll be available 24/7 for each and everyone in the brotherhood. Is that clear?" Seth asked.
The slightly threatening tone in his voice was enough and the kid stood up from his stool almost mechanically, looked at Seth and replied:
"Of course, brother. Fully understood! Thank you very much for being so generous with me!"
"Perhaps it's not just shit in his head, but only air that we can fill with some productive thoughts after all," Seth commented with a smile and all of us burst out laughing again. Chris-Boy meanwhile understood that this was not meant to be aggressive, but that it was more a joking way of laughter. So the kid joined IN so he wouldn't look stupid.
"Anyway, I have to go now and start my shit. You'll follow Choke and will do everything - I repeat EVERYTHING - he wants from you. Understand? Otherwise your life can become pretty uncomfortable here. You can also call it hell."
The kid confirmed again and after Seth and Phil had left, I started telling him about his day. I told him that he would spend the morning with me but that later another guy would join.
"His name is Keith and as I said last night, the two of you will cooperate smoothly. 'Cause if not, hell will break out for you, I'll promise. He's much younger than you, 13 years old only indeed. So it's clear that you take a greater responsibility than him. If something goes wrong, I'll blame you more than Keith, be sure of that! I want the two of you to learn from each other. And as I said your joint goal is to keep me happy. And you know already that I can freak out easily. Do you understand this? I'll apply the principle of co-education and co-responsibility to the both of you all the time. And as I said, the elder one will have the greater burden."
Again the kid just nodded and confirmed, but while doing so was staring at my cigarette all the time. I understood and replied quite angry:
"Instead of listening carefully to what I just said you would sell your own mother for a cigarette, huh? But listen, from next week onwards there'll be a one week off-period for me with smoking. So you better not start smoking until this is over. I'll be in an extremely bad mood, and of course I can't have a loser around me who inhales while I'm on withdrawal. Got it?"
Chris-Boy nodded, but of course looked sad.
"But I'd know a way how you could inhale at least one time," I said while giving him a dirty smile. Now I touched his back with my empty hand and went down to his ass. When my fingers got below his sweatsuit pants, he got tense right away. And when my middle finger went slightly over his ass crack, his breathing became uncontrolled. But he didn't dare retreat, 'cause - even though Chris-Boy after his physical withdrawal was still in the shittiest condition one could think of - he wanted to avoid by all means that I would feel offended and thereafter would freak out and beat the shit out of him. Deep inside I acknowledged this approach which proved his growing obedience. But still it was funny to watch his helpless reaction.
"What is it? Are you afraid that I'll rape you right away?" I asked cynically.
"No, of course not. The only thing is ... I mean ... I don't know how to say ..."
"For god's sake, fuck! Speak out and stop stuttering!" I shouted at him and immediately he got afraid again.
"I told you that for a long time I hadn't had any sexual feelings and before that I was straight. So it's hard to adjust," Chris-Boy tried to explain and was close to crying.
I retreated with my hand, took another deep puff, and told him half aggressive and half joking:
"Listen, airhead. At the beginning I really thought about fucking the shit out of you - no matter whether you like it or not. A forceful fuck can sometimes be real fun and a good piece of education for the fuckee. But with you I have decided otherwise meanwhile. I know what you want and I know what's going on in your bird brain which is still sick. It won't take long and you'll be on your knees, 'cause you want me to fuck you. You hear me, every fucking cell in your body and brain will scream for it. You understand? And I will say no to you until you're going to creep on your feet in front of me. And that's exactly how it should be between us. So, unless you betray me or mess it up otherwise, I won't use force. And so will the other brothers act. You can be happy about that, don't you think?" I blew some cigarette smoke on his face to emphasize what I just said and smiled.
With a great relief in his face Chris-Boy nodded. What I had just said to the kid really was the absolute truth. Even the other night before I liked the idea of using mere force against him. Meanwhile, however, the emotional bond had already started to grow a bit. Even though the kid had no attractive body at all because of his drug addiction, and even though he didn't show any interest in any form of man action yet, I started to like him. His cute face, his street smartness and his hard tries to obey had a turn-on effect on me. I knew that even if he had enjoyed a thorough rape in the end, it was by far more intriguing to wait and create an atmosphere around him where he would soon start begging me to fuck him. So I was sure by then that I should use the growingly aggressive part of my character on someone else. And I knew that such an opportunity would come sooner or later. Little did I have a clue that this would anyway be sooner than expected.
"Thank you, brother," he whispered.
"Airhead, your whole idea of masculinity and true satisfaction will change in no time. And with the right set of values that I will blow into your brain by force if necessary, you'll go up like a rocket. Believe me! This is a promise and be sure I'll remind you of this one day. And now let's go. But before, you go and get the curl that I brought you yesterday and I wanna see you using it all the time without interruption - whether you're around me or not. Either with your arms or with your legs. And apart from that your job is pretty simple - bringing me towels, drying me up, bringing me my shakes - in other words you're going to be nothing but my towel boy and you're going to fulfill all my needs. For now that's the only purpose why you exist. Understand?"
The kid looked at me a bit insecure but then nodded again. I put the rest of my cigarette into his mouth and he inhaled with such an expression of joy in his face that I went with my hand over his face, smirked at him, and said in quite an amicable tone to him:
"Come on, airhead! Let's go now!"
In the center downstairs I started with my free weight session. I told Chris-Boy to go into one corner, work with his barbell and be at my disposal whenever I needed him. When he watched me training, I could see that while looking at my body in action his interest started little by little. He didn't show it openly yet, but with his eyes looking at all my tattoos and obviously enjoying the exceptional definition of my body, I could tell right away.
"You like what you see, huh?" I asked during one break and then ordered him to go to the bar and bring me another power drink. When he got back, I had already turned on some hard RAC music to get the kid and myself into the right mood for my training. I chose a song which had the title WARDOG and that consisted of a very hard and dark soundbeat. The lyrics suited perfectly to the fighter spirit that was necessary for a real gym session and went like this:
Battle dress black, you're out to attack.
Taste of hunger, you just never turn back,
know no defeat, never kiss feet.
Slay your prey to live another day.
Eyes of rage, off your leash
No choke chain, to suffocate your brain
The hunt for justice, never will end
The taste of blood, traitors meet their end.
Your resistance, spirit to kill
Might of might, just for the thrill
Terror never known, shriek and a moan
Body in half, just like a bone
Wardog won't rest, until all is done
He's on a mission, to fight for his son
So watch out, you false ones, he's got an eye on you
No one will hear your cry, when wardog comes for you.
I was totally into the song and my movements, when Chris-Boy suddenly said:
"The control that you have over your body is just amazing."
"Where do you know that from? I'm only doing weights here. Maybe you'll get a better idea of body control after my boxing session. Be careful that I won't try out my punches on you, airhead!" I barked at him, but in a way that also Chris-Boy understood that this was more a joke. I grabbed his head with my sweaty hand and gave him a friendly slap and made sure that his nose was close to my armpit for a moment. It was good to see that he didn't try to retreat or hold his breath. This time he took it more like a typical mate's gesture.
"I think there is still a long way for me to go to get only a little closer to where you are, and I can't see an end to all this yet," Chris-Boy said, a little sad and frustrated after another period of silence.
During my kickboxing class with Seth, I could see that Chris-Boy's interest grew again enormously. He couldn't get enough watching the seemingly easy and perfect moves of Seth when hitting his opponent. He quickly got the idea that martial arts were not so much about using the maximum force but rather to use one's resources efficiently and only going to such effort that was really necessary to strike down your enemy. Seeing the two of us being in total harmony with our bodies, while encouraging and challenging each other simultaneously, was something that must have left a huge impression on him.
At the fitness bar he positioned himself at the sideway and did everything not to get in our ways. But he kept watching and looked thankful when I said that he should also have one power drink, even though the taste was still uncommon for him. During the entire session Seth acted as if Chris-Boy didn't exist for him. I could now better understand how Tom must have felt during his first time with the brotherhood. When I saw that, it crossed my mind again how lucky I was. Seth had really acted differently to me the whole time. I told myself repeatedly that I wanted to keep the situation like this under any circumstances. In other words, I would do anything to deliver any demanded proof for my full loyalty and obedience to Seth.
On our way upstairs to the apartment, I grabbed Chris-Boy's shoulder at one point, and then made him feel again the warmth of my sweaty body. I got closer to his ear and whispered:
"Look at it this way! You're right when you said before that there's a long way for you to go. But on the other hand it's a one-way and either you make it or you'll have a lethal crash. So at least you have full certainty."
When the kid looked rather shocked , I burst out laughing and gave him another friendly slap in his face. The quick relaxation in his face also told me that he had started to like this kind of manly talk and that soon he would be eager to try out the next level. So I was in rather high spirits when we arrived in the apartment to have our lunch.