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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 36 is finally out.
CHOKEE'S try to apply the principle of co-education to his two pets now intensifies considerably. This method seems to show amazing results so that also the other brothers including Seth and Lars are positively impressed. For our hero this means that his standing in the brotherhood is growing continuously and that his dream to make it to the top and become a real leader is coming closer and closer. But will he finally make it? Therefore, let's have a closer look at Chokee's training methods and their likely success.
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A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 36: The Advantages of Co-Education (Part 2)
Our lunch went as usual. It was around ten of us - among them Seth, Lars, Tom, and myself - who enjoyed chicken with vegetables and rice. Chris-Boy took his seat next to me and tried, understandably, to not stand out and become once again the target of some aggressive reaction by one brother. The kid still had difficulties coping with so much manliness in one place. But fortunately he was eating, which showed me that he seemed to get over his drug addiction and start a regular routine.
"Eat, 'cause you'll need this to grow up and make your day here. Otherwise the brothers will walk over your back and there'll be no one to help you," I said and enjoyed again the short shock in his eyes. I could also see his relief when shortly after this comment he felt my hand on one of his knees for some seconds. It was good to see that this time he did no longer attempt at all to retreat. On the contrary, he wanted the position of my hand to last as long as possible, probably because he perceived this gesture as a kind of protective move and confirmation that I'd help the kid if something got wrong. So with quite some satisfaction I removed my hand after some seconds again.
While we were still eating, Dan came in and behind him Keith. All of the brothers including myself greeted Dan cordially with a hug and wanted him to stay for lunch.
"Well, comrades, I can only stay for some minutes. Classes will start in 40 minutes again and I don't want my shitty mainstream colleagues to become suspicious. I just brought Keith with me who couldn't wait to come here," Dan said, gave Keith a slap on his shoulder and, in his typical self-confident manner, took a seat next to Seth. Phil handed him a plate with chicken that he started eating right away - of course together with a cigarette. Immediately he got into an intensive talk with Seth about plans in the coming days and it was clear that they didn't want to be disturbed.
Keith still stood in the middle of the kitchen looking rather shocked when he saw me with Chris-Boy and not knowing how to react. I liked this situation to last for some minutes, 'cause it was important to show Keith over and over again who was in complete charge here. Then I gave him a sign with my hand to come closer and asked rather cold:
"Have you eaten already?"
He shook his head.
"Can you also talk or have you become completely silent, airhead?" I barked at Keith.
"No, sir. Please, I didn't want to sound rude. I haven't eaten so far, but ..." Keith stuttered and his body language made clear that he was feeling quite uncomfortable.
"Never mind ... as long as at least some human sounds will come out of your mouth. I mean for now I just don't care whether it's bullshit or not," I replied and Phil, who sat next to me burst out laughing. This reaction made little Keith feel even more insecure.
I joined the picking for a bit, but then made another gesture to him to sit down next to Chris-Boy. Then Phil, still laughing, gave him another plate with food and he started eating. It made me happy when I saw that he was wearing the Tor Hammer chain around his neck that I had given him as a present. While Keith finished his meal, I had a coffee and cigarette. I also prepared another shake and my noon supplements and made sure that also Chris-Boy was drinking from my shake, 'cause I wanted him to get used to this taste quickly (and also to other tastes by the way). As expected, I could see from Keith's eyes that all this interacting with Chris-Boy made him quite nervous.
When finally we all were done with lunch, I gave both kids a sign to follow me immediately and went to Seth's room with them. When we got there, I ordered Keith to shut the door. Chris-Boy was standing with his back against the wall waiting for my instructions whereas the other kid hadn't taken a similar position yet. It was good to see that Chris-Boy had meanwhile fully accepted my authority whereas Keith didn't yet appear so familiar with the chain of command in our brotherhood that no one was allowed to question. This needed to change quickly, I thought. So I looked rather sharp at Keith and made an unmistakable sign that he should stand next to Chris-Boy which he finally did. Then I started my lecture. I told Keith pretty much what I had said to Chris-Boy earlier in the morning. The only difference was that this time I made it sound more like the real responsibility was on him.
"Listen, you said that you wanted to become part of us. So don't act childish. The brotherhood doesn't need a typical 13-year old shithead. We're grown-ups so you need to become a man rather sooner than later. And that means for you that you follow my routine and my orders. Otherwise you can leave and the arrangement that Dan made with your folks would be over rather fast. I don't mind sending you back personally to this scum. Then at least shit would go back to shit. Is that clear?" I shouted and got very close to the kid who looked at me quite scared but nodded.
"I told you yesterday already that we wouldn't be alone but that there is another mate who gets the same training. It's clear that I don't want any tension or argument between the two of you. You will cooperate as true brothers, help each other, and learn from each other. If one tries to betray or cheat the other, I will take this as a personal offense and you can ask Chris how I react to personal offenses. It's not nice, believe me," I said and looked at Chris-Boy who nodded and made a face that gave Keith an idea how forceful and violent my reactions could be.
Then I turned to Keith again, looked at him in quite a threatening and intimidating way then and continued:
"So, mate, how do you decide, 'cause this is really a lifetime decision. Do you wanna start your education here with me or do you wanna go back to your old life? Now this wouldn't be a problem yet. We could just go back to Dan and tell him and then it's over. This really is a turning point in your life, 'cause later on there won't be any way back. Hope your little teen brain is getting that."
When saying the last part, I made some steps towards the door which obviously caused some panic with Keith, 'cause he firmly shook his head.
"Please, brother, don't! I heard what you said and of course I'll do what you want me to do," Keith said.
Meanwhile I had placed the only chair in the middle of the room and taken a seat with legs apart so that the two of them had a good view at my crotch. This position also made clear that I was the absolute and only top dog in this room.
"Good to hear your commitment, boy! But I don't know whether you really mean it."
I paused for a while and inhaled deeply from my cigarette before going on:
"Come here now immediately and show Chris what you have learned already from Seth and myself the other day," I said while looking deeply into Keith's eyes with a grin. The kid blushed immediately and didn't know at all how to react.
So I quickly convinced him that all this was damn serious. I looked at him rather aggressive and barked:
"I think we are going outside now. But be sure that this will be the only time where I don't wanna embarrass you in front of others. Believe me I have absolutely no problem with that."
I then grabbed him on his shoulders and pushed him outside. After closing the door I took the bull by his horns and confronted him immediately:
"Who do you think you are? I hate people who are not honest and don't stand to what they are and what they like in front of others. Seems that you're nothing but a small mainstream wimp. You're definitely not of the material to become one of us."
When I said this, the kid started to shake and pleaded almost voiceless:
"Please, brother!"
"What is that supposed to mean? You come here, expect me to take care of you, show you the way to become a true brother, but then, when I try to train you and actually wanna spend the little time I have on your education, you just stand there and don't react. I think it's better if the other brothers go on with you. I'm pretty much done and I definitely don't wanna waste my time here," I shouted and started to turn around.
The reaction came as expected. Even before I had completed my movement, Keith fell on his knees and exclaimed:
"No, please don't! I'm sorry ... I just don't know what to do ... I mean, I didn't expect company, but please believe me that I wanna become like you ..."
While stuttering, some tears started to roll over his face. I knew I had to become only a little softer now, 'cause Seth and the others had told me already many times that there was a very thin line between motivating and breaking someone. And definitely I was not interested in bringing Keith completely down. So I turned to him again, softened my voice a bit and said:
"Stop crying, get up, and come here!"
Then I took my right hand and washed his tears away with a bit of my spit. Immediately after feeling my hand the kid came closer so that our noses were almost touching. I hugged him briefly and whispered into his ear:
"Behave like a man, ok? We'll go in there again and then you pretend in front of Chris as if nothing had happened and start again. This is your last chance. Does this sound like a plan?"
I could see when looking at his head from behind that he was nodding. Then he said:
"Yes, Choke. And please excuse what I just did. I really want you to be proud of me."
"That's the right attitude, mate. You always wanna please your superior. That must be the most important goal in your life. So I hope that from now on you do what I say and be a good example for Chris. I wanna be proud of you. Let's go!"
I opened the door and was quite pleased to see that Chris-Boy was still standing against the wall and corrected his position to saluting style as soon as he saw me coming in again.
"I think we have settled our little dispute," I said and took a seat again getting back to my original position. Then I put some good music on my cell so that all of us would get into the right mood. I went for an album called PRODUCT OF SOCIETY and started with the song CHANGE YOUR WAYS that had a very strong beat and rhythm. I also thought the lyrics would describe best Keith's current situation:
Hey you little rich kid, out to have some fun?
You struggle with your identity, you wanna be someone,
Hooligan, rocker, skinhead, punk, for you it's all the same.
You wanna wear the right clothes,
but you don't want to play the game.
You're just a paper tiger, it's all a pose.
You'll run back straight to mummy,
when they punch you in the nose.
If you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen!
If you don't want the hassle that comes with our fight
You better change your ways, better change your ways.
While singing the song myself, I pointed to my lap and made clear that little Keith was expected to sit down on my legs. He still looked lost, but obeyed without delay.
"Good boy!" I grunted with an acknowledging smile. Then, with a sudden move, I pushed his head towards mine with both of my hands, opened my mouth and tried to push my tongue in his mouth. There was only a very short moment of resistance, `cause he could see from my eyes that I was fucking serious about all this. He just knew that hadn't he opened his mouth pretty much immediately, I would have freaked out. And since deep inside he desired nothing more but being close to his idol as much as possible, the last thing he wanted was pissing me off and risking his relationship with me. To be honest, from my part, I took a lot of joy from exploiting this conflict to my advantage.
I kissed the kid wildly and aggressively and while doing so, my right hand first touched his thighs and then went further to his crotch. Very quickly I could feel that something was moving under his pants and that he was on his way to a full hard-on.
"Very good!" I whispered into Keith's ear. "You like it after all. But don't touch your dick, understand! This is not about you, but only about showing how to make your best friend happy," I said while also looking at Chris-Boy who obviously couldn't believe what he was seeing, but was watching with a deep interest.
I made Keith's left hand touch my crotch, smirked at him, and then ordered him:
"Show me and your new friend what you have learned from me and Seth the other day already. I guess we should start from there. Kneel down between my legs now!"
Keith was just like in a trance now and did as told without any resistance.
"Good kid! And now you open my pants, take my or, better, our best friend in your hand and then start with your special treatment," I went on.
When Keith showed that he had some difficulties to get my tool out, I pushed him away for a while and said half-joking and with a grin on my face:
"Stupid clumsy boy! You still need to improve a lot."
When my cock was finally out, Keith immediately took it and jerked it for some seconds before taking my tool into his youthful mouth. It was good to see that all this happened without any force or threat on my part. I could just feel that by now he was only focusing on proving his skills to me and making me happy.
"That's good, mate! Seems that you have progressed a bit already. Treat my tool as if it was the last time that you'd have a chance to service me! Yeah, that's the way," I moaned.
Suddenly Chris-Boy made a move forward and it was not clear whether he only wanted to have a better look or whether he actually wanted to join. So I looked at him quite sharp and shouted:
"No! You go back to your position and just watch. Remember that I told you that soon you'll creep on your feet so that you would be allowed to join. Be sure that this privilege is going to cost you a lot."
I said this to Chris-Boy with a dirty grin while starting another cigarette and just enjoying my extra desert of the day. Needless to say, Chris-Boy immediately retreated to the place he had taken before.
Even though Keith still had some difficulties to take my entire cock in his mouth without starting to choke, I had to acknowledge that he tried very hard so that he would make my day. Not only did Keith use his hands to stroke my balls, but also during a break when my cock was not in his mouth he went up to my upper body and tried to suck my nipples - one of his favourite games by the way. I gave him a firm but friendly slap in his face and told Keith with a grin:
"You better go down and lick my boots and then my thighs. Your place will always be on the bottom."
Again the kid obeyed immediately and took care of my boots as he had already learned. I was just extremely happy to see that my principles of education seemed to work fully. Keith performed to the highest standards and Chris-Boy's curiosity grew beyond any limits. What better could have happened! I thought to myself.
After some further minutes of joyful play, I decided that it was time to come to a successful end now. I got up from my seat and made sure that the kid remained in kneeling position. Then I grabbed Keith's head, positioned it again in front of my cock, and reentered my cock into his mouth. After that I started with my fierce and forceful mouth-fucking strokes.
"Suck it now until I'm coming, clear! I'll fuck your mouth like never before. And you're going to swallow my load like a grown-up. I don't want any mess around here, understand!" I shouted sharply.
It didn't take long until I had brought myself to the absolute edge and was ready to shoot. When I released my loads, I held Keith's head very tight on my body. While powerful spurts of cum were shooting out of my tool, the kid had no chance to move. That was the exact way I wanted it to be, `cause just like Seth I would have hated to spoil my precious loads. Even when Keith started coughing I waited until I was sure that all my shots had landed deep down in his throat. Only then I released my grip. Keith then fell on his back and for a minute or so was only gasping for air.
Thereafter I gave him a hand to get up again and held a bottle of water under his nose. He started to drink like someone who had just received his death sentence.
How fortunate that Seth had water almost everywhere!,' I thought to myself and started to feel a bit sorry for being so rough on Keith. But of course I didn't show any of these feelings on the surface, cause I knew that this would have been counterproductive for Keith's education. He just needed to be trained the hard way.
"Come on, buddy. Don't make such a big scene out of it! Next time just focus better on the task that is ahead of you! Ok?" I said with a quite decisive voice.
Keith, still coughing, nodded and wanted to position himself next to Chris-Boy who had a slight smile on his face. When looking at him, I really started to appreciate his growing will to make it in the brotherhood and to accept the challenges ahead of him.
With a very satisfied look on my face I closed my pants, took a last puff from my cigarette before finishing it, and then said after a while:
"This was really good! Now let's go downstairs to the center again, `cause I'm going to have my session with Lars. The two of you are going to watch and you, Chris, are taking your barbell with you again. I want you to BE in constant movement, understand? And all of you better don't disturb me and get on my nerves, I need to be focused."
The two nodded and shortly thereafter we were on our way down at the center. At a moment when Chris-Boy thought that Keith couldn't hear it, he whispered:
"Brother, this all looked so incredibly hot. I'm really starting to get interested. So please don't be mad because of all the stupid things I said and did before."
I wasn't sure yet, whether street-smart Chris-Boy only said this only `cause he wanted me to soften on him, or whether a real change was going on already (which would have been extremely fast). In any case, I wanted to slow down things a little and replied rather cold:
"Mate, be happy that I didn't rape you right away the other day, `cause I was really close. But now you have to live with the consequences. First you'll make up for all the shit that you did in the past and only then I will allow you to have some fun yourself. But don't think that I will loosen up on you. Definitely not! I'll make you watch others fooling around many, many times still. As I told you, you will reach a state of horniness that you've never heard of so far, before I'll allow you to get relief. You can bet your ass that you will creep on your legs in front of me," I said with a dirty grin.
My session with Lars really went well. Meanwhile I had achieved quite an advanced level so that Lars could now focus on some fine-tuning. I had developed quite a good natural instinct where a sudden attack could come from and my reaction time had shortened considerably. I could see the pride in Lars' eyes at what kind of wild animal he had already created.
"You really did well the other day when you took care of Chris-Boy's former gang. Seems that you're a natural talent," Lars commented after another successful defense move of mine.
"I can't wait to be set on my next mission. It's fun to beat up scum. I mean you can really feel deep inside that this is right and that you're doing something good. Feels like I can bring at least a little justice to the system," I replied pretty out of breath and I could see Chris-Boy listening carefully, `cause he now fully got the connection. He could now understand why his worst fears of a heavy revenge strike by his former gang didn't come true and who had protected him against this.
"That's exactly the right attitude! And there'll be a chance soon. Seth told you already about our next action plan with Paul, right?" Lars said with a grin.
I just nodded and said:
"Can't wait to make the traitor pay."
Then we continued with the training. Really amazing, I thought to myself, what kind of change I had been going through already.
During my entire training the two kids were sitting on the side and watching everything closely. As instructed, Chris-Boy was also doing his exercises with the barbell. It was good to observe that both of them got more and more intrigued by what they saw and that my original goal that the two would motivate each other obviously started to work.
At the end of our training Lars took me aside and whispered into my ear with a dirty grin:
"Congratulations, comrade! Your two pets seem to behave in your presence like two faithful dogs! How did you do this?"
I smirked back and whispered:
"Well, these are the effects of mutual co-education!"
Thereafter both of us burst out laughing heavily. The two kids looked a little stupid when they saw us and obviously noted that the talk was about them.
It was already past 4pm, when we were on our way back to the main building. I told Keith that Seth was already waiting for his training class that he would have with his other school mates. I didn't say that this time the lesson would also include some ideological training, since Seth and Dan wanted to lay a sound basis not only for the physical, but also for the intellectual conversion. Those classes were really top and helped to straighten out one's head. All forms of senseless discussions and relative thinking got replaced by the teaching of clear values and a lifestyle that served a higher purpose and made you part of an elite troop.
"Make sure that you and your friends seize everything that Seth and the other trainers will say. Listen carefully, understand? I don't wanna hear any complaints," I ordered him strictly before we went separate ways.
Chris-Boy and I continued our way to the fitness bar, where I had my shakes and supplements and where I allowed the kid to have a shake as well. I was making some jokes with Phil who as usual served the customers of the center and was in his typical easy-going mood. He also made some very explicit body gestures expressing what he intended to do with Keith when he would spend the night in his room.
Suddenly, out of nothing, Chris-Boy turned to me and quietly said:
"Thank you!"
I was rather irritated and replied quite rude:
"What`s that? Thank me for what?"
"For helping me with my former gang and for taking care of me," the kid replied, again with an almost silent voice.
"Stop this bootlicking! I know that your street smartness tells you you should be nice to me, right? But that won`t help you. Just like Seth I will only look at results," I barked.
"Why do you think that everything I`m saying is not honest?" Chris-Boy asked a little aggressively.
When he realized however from my immediate reaction in my face that his tone had been completely inappropriate, I could see mere disappointment in his eyes.
"Always watch your mouth and use a tone that is appropriate for you, clear? But since youre asking: youve never lived according to any values and youve always tried to get things done the easiest way possible, right? Youre still lacking any moral compass. That`s it," I noted quite harshly.
Now I could see that Chris-Boy was really down. He no longer was able to look me in the eyes, but just felt embarrassed. I, on the other hand, was a bit sorry that my words might have been too harsh. So, after some minutes of complete silence between us, I took another deep puff from my cigarette, looked at him again and said:
"Ok. Lets see how far youve gotten already. Let`s go upstairs."
The kid of course followed me immediately when I stood up from my seat, but again didn`t know what to expect and therefore appeared insecure. Naturally, I liked it this way and, as soon as we were in the apartment, indicated with my hand that we should go to the bathroom. There I took a seat on the wooden stool, while he (as expected) remained standing. Then I said:
"Listen, airhead! You want me to shave your head? This would be at least a first step to grow up and change your lifestyle. But then all your trendy blond curls would come off. So up to you to decide."
Immediately I could see Chris-Boy`s smart brain working. He was weighing all pros and cons against each other so as not to make any mistake.
"What is it? The decision shouldn't be so difficult after all, even for an airhead like you," I said with a more friendly smile.
"Can I ask you something?" The kid asked
"Maybe. Speak out!"
"If I do it, will the brothers make even more fun of me or do I get a chance and become one of them?" Chris-Boy asked and, typically of him, tried to get the maximum output from his decision.
"Becoming one of us requires WAY more than just getting a haircut, thats for sure. And dont be a smart ass with me and stop bargaining immediately, understand? The only thing I can tell you is that no one will be after you solely because of your haircut. And so tell me your decision now!" I told him firmly.
Again, for a short moment, one could see every fucking brain cell of the kid working. Then Chris-Boy looked at me and said:
"I think I wanna do it. As you said all this here is my last chance anyway. So I wanna get shaved."
"I guess that`s a good decision. Now kneel down between my legs, grab my thighs with both of your hands, and head down, so I can go over your hair with my electric scissors. Clear?" I said with a grin.
Shortly thereafter I started with the shaving process and since Chris-Boy`s hair with his trendy cut was quite long, a lot of hair came off. As Seth did with me when I joined the brotherhood and he had shaved me for the first time, I left a small spot on the top of his head with some hair. The rest of the head got completely shaved. While the process was going on, the kid could see when looking at the crotch area of my combat pants that my tool was half hard. When Chris-Boy tried to move one of his HANDS to my crotch so to feel my dick through my pants, I immediately stopped and shouted:
"No, I told you to remain patient. Stop it!"
Now the kid looked really disappointed. I laughed a bit and then softened my voice:
"Ok. If you want, I only allow you to sniff my dick. But hands on your back. If I feel your hand again, even this small privilege is immediately over."
What I could see then was just amazing. Chris-Boy`s nose virtually fell on my crotch and he now started to deeply inhale my man scent. With his eyes closed, he was moving his head several times so that he would get the taste of as many spots as possible. I granted him this favor and simultaneously checked the status of his own cock with my boots. Fortunately this time I could feel for the first time that a slight erection was moving up.
"You like this, don`t you, airhead?" I said. "Quite a lot of fantasies that you have never thought about are now occupying your brain, huh?"
Chris-Boy just nodded and closed his eyes to enjoy my man scent even more. He seemed to be in his own world for a moment.
"Yeah, inhale deeply into your nose and then remember this taste for a long time. 'Cause you will need to earn every further privilege. Its going to be a lot of hard work before youre allowed to start with the next step."
For the very first time I felt that Chris-Boy really enjoyed what he did. Sure, the kid couldn't deceive me, 'cause I knew that, to some extent, he still did it because he wanted me to give him an easier time and help him in front of the other brothers. Also, he didn't want to stay behind Keith and be part of the game. But looking at the joy in his eyes, it also became clear that he did all this without any force. So after some moments, I looked at him and said with a rather cold smile:
"If you wanna keep this privilege, you better lick my boots clean now. I need to know that there's at least some loyalty in your airhead."
The kid of course looked shocked at the beginning. But when he saw the decisiveness in my face and after shortly getting clear about his position and choices, he lowered his head and started with his tongue on my left boot which was relatively dusty.
"Yeah, that's it. I wanna have them shiny for tonight. Show your appreciation and make them really clean. Here, take this towel and better do a good job!" I said with a grin.
It was good to observe the inner fight that was going on with Chris-Boy now. On the one hand his traditional view told him that all this was quite humiliating. But on the other hand, there was this enormous curiosity and the will to make use of his last chance that the brotherhood had been willing to give him. And the latter part took over more and more, also because he knew that it was me who decided in the end over his further fate in the brotherhood.
His cleaning efforts took some minutes and I was quite pleased with the result. As a kind of reward, I grabbed his right hand and guided it to my crotch so that he could feel my dick through my pants. He obviously enjoyed this experience, since he didn't try to retreat at all. There was not the slightest resistance anymore.
"As I said, this time we won't go any further. But you did not bad ... not bad at all. So there's at least a chance for you that this process will continue. But for now let me finish your shaving so that you look proper tonight," I said with a mysterious grin.
After I was done with my shaving and had also creamed his head a bit so that certain spots wouldn`t get irritated, I got back to my slave driver modus and, with a sudden move, I pushed Chris-Boy away and said:
"Ok. Party time is over now. Lets go to the other mates in the kitchen and see what theyre doing and what their plans are!" and off we went.