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 37 is finally out.
Chokee's changed personality is coming more and more to the surface. Now he has perfect leadership qualities and the brotherhood of course is making use of this. His wild and seemingly uncontrolled manner produces quick results, both with regard to his pets, but also to punish those who stand in the way of the comrades. As demanded by Seth, our hero will be sent on a mission against Paul the traitor and for Chokee, being part of an elite group that is willing to take action (good and bad) is becoming more and more the rule in his life. And of course Chokee also conveys this message to his pets whom he expects to develop quickly. So it's quite a challenge for everyone to keep up with his speed. So let's see what changes the following weeks have brought to Chokee's life!
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And now please enjoy Ch. XXXVII.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 37: Wild and Uncontrolled
Several weeks passed and my pets really developed better than I had expected. Chris-Boy remained Mr. Smart Guy and knew by far how better to take me and avoid any aggressive outbreaks on my side. Keith, on the other hand, was the more committed and more inspired one among my pets. Don't get the wrong idea: also Chris-Boy had reached a stage where I could rely on him 100 percent and where he would not have dared betray me or the brotherhood - also because he knew of course that this would have meant his final end. It's just that Keith retained his groupie attitude towards me and kept seeing in me his ever-lasting idol.
Physically my two pets developed quite nicely. Of course, Chris-Boy had to start from the lowest level possible. But he was catching up and after two or three weeks strictly following my training and diet orders, the used look of his body had finally vanished and we were able to go on and build a solid body on this basis. Together with the change of his looks, Chris-Boy's whole attitude towards life became different. True, his DNA was and will always be programmed to find the easiest way around a problem. That's part of his personality and I have to accept it; but I was also sure it would work in favor of the brotherhood. 'Cause in the kid's mind our core values like comradeship, loyalty, and absolute truthfulness towards the brotherhood started to develop and took on a more and more important role in his way of thinking. Also the idea of masculinity and manly behavior were becoming normal for him and that in turn meant that he got growingly hot for me. Cruel as I was, I let him fool around only a little with me, but apart from that kept the distance. As I had told him many times before, I wanted his horniness to get to the absolute top before I would allow him to become part of the manly action that was constantly going on in the brotherhood.
With Keith, it was a bit different again. He was craving for me almost all the time and he would have lost his focus hadn't I taken care of him and his desires on a regular basis - and that meant of course to dominate him. The other brother he was really hot for was of course Phil in whose room he had to spend the nights. At the beginning the mutual attraction was really on both sides, but Phil, who regularly also needed cunts and didn't have any problem to fuck them openly in front of Keith, naturally lost his interest at one point.
"He's really cute and always wants to give everything. But sorry, brother, apart from my cunts, I need something more developed, someone who I can play my favorite games with and doesn't require so much attention - if you know what I mean," Phil used to tell me with a deep grin.
Still, 'cause Phil was a good brother and mate, he kept looking after Keith and also gave him the sexual attention that he wished so much. But just like myself, he did so, more out of obligation to the brotherhood than out of lust. Keith - also due to his youth - was someone who still needed a lot of guidance on his way to become a brother.
Finally, after not only two weeks of intense training, a rigid lifestyle and constant slave-driving by me, the looks of Chris-Boy and Keith had changed much to the better. Both of them were shaved and started wearing with pride the classical skin gear. Mentally, Keith, too, had become strong enough not to get bothered anymore by any shitty mainstream talk and for the first time also showed his new looks openly at school. Dan couldn't be more proud of him and did everything to protect him - even though, on the surface of course, he had to play the role of a troubled highschool teacher. At first, Keith got into quite a number of fights with some of his classmates and whenever this happened, his martial arts classes turned out to be quite useful, 'cause there was no single event where - mostly due to the intense training he received from us - he didn't leave the place as the clear winner. One of his early opponents even lost one of his front teeth - even though the scum of course attacked as a pack; but for the kid this has become an easy win. All of that earned him a lot of respect and brought him the reputation of a lonely fighter with whom you should better not mess up - exactly the way as Keith wanted to be seen by the mainstream shit.
Dan, at that time, had quite a lot to do so that Keith's transformation wouldn't get disturbed during this critical stage. First, whenever the fights happened, he had to pretend not to have observed properly who started the beating - 'cause in almost all cases, as you can imagine, it was of course Keith who, dependent on his rage, started with the first punch - and to protect the kid in this transitional phasefrom any stupid sanctions by the principal. Quite often, Dan, in a very subtle, manipulative, and smart way, also urged Keith's victims not to dig further into the incident and leave things as they were. This mostly worked out, since Dan's standing and authority among all students was unquestioned. Second, Dan was quite busy blocking the more and more urging attempt of Keith's parents to see their son and he got really creative with that. First, he claimed that Keith needed to stay focused and shouldn't get distracted. When this didn't help anymore, he scheduled meetings that he cancelled only on a very short notice. He insisted on Keith having several phone calls with his folks, but for obvious reasons he avoided any form of video transmission. At that time, of course it helped that Keith had no real interest in his folks anymore, but only had eyes for his life in the brotherhood and of course for Phil and me. I was sure that only a few more weeks were needed and then, similar to my own case, the conversion would become irreversible.
To emphasize this and make a real statement, we also booked a new session with Lawrence, where both Chris-Boy and Keith, of course with Seth's prior approval, got their brotherhood tattoo on the neck. From the glance in their eyes, one could see that this symbol of being admitted at least to the front portal of the brotherhood meant a lot for both of the two recruits who have now reached a status where they were accepted by the other brothers. Both pets really felt proud about their new ink and were ready to show it openly without any embarrassment. Especially in Keith's case this showed that he was far more developed than just a regular kid of his age and that he really wanted to advance quickly.
As I told all of you already, during all these intense changes of my two pets, I kept sleeping in Seth's room and this of course was kind of sacred to me. One night however Seth was out for some business and so I said to Keith that he was allowed to spend the night with me. He couldn't believe his luck and it was pure joy seeing the fire in his eyes that this news caused with him. We went to a separate empty bedroom in the apartment, 'cause I wouldn't have felt comfortable to see him sleep on my and Seth's mattress. And I also wanted to make a statement that this privilege was limited to just one night and that it would cost him something. The kid needed to learn the basic truth that only through hard work one could achieve something. So as soon as we had said good night to the other brothers and had come to the room shortly before midnight, I put out a red thong with a black sun wheel on the front and an iron cross on the back.
"I got this for you, Wear it!" I said in my commanding voice while taking care of the sound system so that some good music for a hot night would be playing.
When I saw the hesitance in Keith's eyes, I became quite sharp immediately:
"We can stop all this immediately if you want. After all, it's you who's running after me like a dog. So you better do what I say and fulfill my orders."
"Of course I'll do it. It's only, if someone sees me like this, no one will pay me respect anymore," Keith whispered as a form of excuse with an almost silent voice.
"Listen, being part of the brotherhood means that you put more than 100% trust in your brothers and vise versa. Understand? You just do what your superior demands from you and you trust that he will not turn against you, 'cause he never will if you play by the rules, even though he could. That's our codex and it should be yours as well if you wanna be part of us. Clear?" I asked.
Keith nodded and gave me a shy smile.
"Good! And now get into this thing quickly, 'cause I'm hot as shit," I replied.
Keith looked awesome in his thong. His body had really developed well and his new ink - he meanwhile had his brotherhood tattoo on his neck and a BLACK sun wheel on his chest - really supported his tasty looks. All this made him look like an obedient and submissive jock brother. To get into the right mood and to support the feeling that the brotherhood accepted his new looks, I had put on some really hard fuck beat and one of my FAVORITE songs called SKIN ILLUSTRATIONS was now playing that couldn't describe the kid's current situation better:
Proudly put your politics on your body.
When people look, there won't be any question
The ink on your skin will be everlasting,
just like your beliefs, they will never be leaving.
Keith, himself being turned on heavily by the music, started to dance a bit and was moving his ass according to the hard beat sound. This view made me hot as hell and caused an immediate hardon, but on the surface I remained dominant and made sure that I had everything under control:
"Stop acting like a sissy faggot!" I shouted at him, then grabbed his head and made him kneel down so that his face landed directly between my legs and my crotch.
The kid started to inhale my man scent as if he was in A trance and couldn't live without it.
"Yeah, that's what my obedient boy likes. Take a deep breath, mate!" I moaned.
Than I opened my pants and began mouth-fucking him fiercely. Of course, because I liked the kid and really wanted him to make it, I didn't use plain force but also did all the things and movements that I knew little Keith was so hot for. This kid adored me like no one else and so I needed to give him sufficient time to worship my body and make true all the fantasies that had developed in his brain. Keith was moaning almost all the time, but meanwhile he had also become an excellent first class cocksucker so that both of us got the maximum joy out of all this.
Some time passed and then in a sudden move I lifted up his body and threw it carefully on the mattress. I gave him a sign that I expected him immediately to be on four legs in doggy-style position and the kid fortunately understood quickly. When he wanted to get out of the thong, I intervened and shouted:
"No one told you to take this off, fuckhead! This has been specially designed for hot games like we're playing now, 'cause it has holes everywhere you need them."
And indeed, the thong had a huge hole on the back so that it was no problem to enter the kid forcefully. And so I started to fuck Keith right away at maximum speed, 'cause I needed him to feel my absolute domination over him right away.
"That's it, kiddo. Your ass is driving me crazy. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," I screamed in his ear and seemed completely out of control, since the only thing I had in mind was to give him the hardest fuck strokes that he had ever experienced and to make him love it. Both worked, 'cause Keith was moaning heavily all the time.
"Your ass has become top standard for every brother fucker. With that thing on, no one can resist your ass cheeks," I grunted and then shot all my load into the kid. As with Seth, also for me it had meanwhile become extremely important that nothing got spoiled - especially when I cared about the fuckee.
While I was still cumming and moaning, Keith got up from his four legs and now both of us were kneeling on the mattress back to back. Then he was pleading to me in his most serving manner:
"Please, master, let me also cum. I need it. Please."
How could I have turned down such a request? His tool was fully erect and I freed it sticking his cock through the front hole of his thong. Then I also started playing with his balls and it didn't take long before young Keith couldn't stand it anymore. During all that time he was of course not allowed to touch himself. When he tried only once, I gave him a hard slap in his face and shouted at him to stop this immediately. Of course he followed without any further try. Now it was only my movements that kept him going. Suddenly, spurts of cum were leaving his cock and landed on the mattress. This feeling must have been so intense for him that I had to make sure that he wouldn't fall down.
"Yeah, brother. Get the relief you need. Do it! Liberate yourself!" I whispered into his ears.
When we were done, I gave the kid one of the used towels that were lying around and made him dry the both of us from the cum and sweat on our bodies. I could see that Keith, at a moment when he thought that I wouldn't pay attention, stuck his nose into the towel and was inhaling deeply. I had to smile at myself, but didn't further comment. Then I had one final cigarette, let Keith also have a deep puff, and then fell asleep almost instantly.
The other thing that also happened in the last few weeks was a strong retaliation mission against Paul, the traitor. I guess you remember that all this as usual had already been planned long in advance by Seth and Lars, but that they had chosen me as their executer. The whole action took place on an early evening. Seth, Lars, Phil, and I sat in our van and Phil was driving us to Paul's place, which had already been quite protected against a break in. But that of course only triggered Seth's ambition even more. He decided that we should get in through the roof of the neighboring building and indeed this turned out to be quite an easy exercise, 'cause no one had counted on this. After smashing Paul's roof window, the other mates had decided that only I should jump in through the broken window while the others were waiting outside but of course watching closely. We all agreed that this would be the better option, 'cause most likely Paul wouldn't remember me at first and so I could better use the moment of surprise than if Seth and the others also stood around and scared the shit out of little Paul right from the beginning. Seth said that we should also stay connected through our mobiles and that I should switch to surveillance and recording modus as soon as I had gotten in.
This plan indeed worked out very well. When I jumped in, Paul was scared like hell as expected. He sat in his wheelchair, 'cause one of his knees had already been broken in one of the prior retaliation sessions. Even though he didn't know me, he of course could see from my looks that I belonged to Seth and so he was about to start screaming. Immediately I ran closer to him, slapped him hard on his face and forced him on his knees. His original intention to shout now switched to a mere whimpering - most likely due to the fact that his broken knee on the hard floor must have hurt quite a bit.
"If you don't shut your mouth, I'll make you silent right away," I told him in a very cold but obviously also very credible voice.
Then I opened my pants, got my swollen dick out and shouted:
"Suck it immediately or I'll smash you like never before. If you do well, you might have a chance."
Paul was of course caught in complete surprise. For him, who wasn't prepared for another fight at all, the whole thing went much too quick. Now I pressed my right hand with full force against his lower jaw and the sudden pain made Paul open his mouth immediately with a loud scream. I stuck in my tool at once and started with one of my favorites - a fierce mouthfucking.
"If you try to bite, you're dead. If you choke, you're dead. And if I don't cum, you're also dead. Understand, traitor?" I screamed and behaved even more violent than before.
Paul didn't have a chance to react. He was the pure object who lost every bit of control and whose fate was lying completely in the hands of others. Every single move of my body was designed to show my distaste and also my disgust against Paul who, from my view, should have never been allowed to be close to Seth. In my mind, I thought of all my sessions with Keith, Chris-Boy, and all the others where I played the dominant part, and now avoided intentionally all the acts and gestures which made the others have their fun, too, and made them feel respected. I wanted to make him feel that I was behaving mechanically like the fuck machine that I could also be and that the only goal of our exercise was to demonstrate my absolute power over Paul and my complete indifference for him. Typical of a traitor, Paul was of the belief that if he performed well, I would let him go. So he tried hard not to do any of the things that I said would be lethal for him - in particular not to bite or to choke. Instead, he did everything to make me cum - and I have to say that, from an objective perspective, he did so quite well. His blowjob skills were really top. Of course, the scum couldn't know about the degree of self-control that I had meanwhile developed. He didn't understand that - completely different from Chris-Boy, Keith, and the other brothers - Paul had become completely irrelevant to me. He just counted as nothing and whether I would shoot a load or not was entirely beyond his control. When, during my power mouth fuck, I shortly had a look at my cell, I saw a message from Seth that I only had five minutes left. So I brought myself quickly to the level where I was ready to shoot. When I came, I fixed Paul's head in the most uncomfortable position possible and made sure that there was no way for him that my cock would leave his mouth by accident. When he started to choke and cough, I put my hand again on his jaw to make sure that he wouldn't bite.
And then, immediately after I was done, I became the executor that the brotherhood expected me to be. I pushed Paul hard so that he fell on his back and was now lying on the floor still coughing and trying to breathe. Immediately thereafter I took my left foot and with the tip of my steel-capped boot I targeted strongly against Paul's other still healthy knee. There was this meanwhile familiar sound of breaking bone again accompanied by a loud scream by Paul who hadn't expected my little attack at all. He fell down on the floor with drawn-in knees and, most likely because of the pain, couldn't hold back and started peeing into his pants. I guess our two positions made it pretty clear where the real power was, and so four lines of the song WE ARE THE LAW were occupying my brain again and again:
We are ... The master breed!
Skinheads... We're the elite
We are the law and you know why
Real Power Skins will never die!
Watching Paul lying in his piss caused both joy and disgust. The fact that a traitor was getting his reward felt good. On the other hand, however, watching this awfully smelling piece of shit lying on the ground who behaved so unmanly and obviously also enjoyed his degrading situation was also a complete turnoff.
"How disgusting! The pure little backstabber now psses in his pants like a baby. But if it's like this, I feel I should add something," I exclaimed.
Then I had to concentrate a bit so that my dick would soften and afterwards I was taking an extended leak over Paul who was still lying on the floor and whimpering. Since I had drunk on purpose quite a lot before I was sent on my mission, a huge and almost endless yellow stream left my dick that smelt very intensively. I made sure that my power stream hit, alternately, both Paul's face and entire body. In the end, the little scum was covered all over with my piss and the whole room smelt like a real war room, too. Since, meanwhile, I had gotten used to some nice yellow games once in a while, having the smell of my own piss in my nose made me hot and helped that my dick would become half-hard rapidly again. For a short moment I was thinking whether I should perform a final jerkoff over Paul's face which really could have worked as the ultimate turn-on. I knew, however, that I had no time left and so I had to put my tool back into my pants and dress up again.
Before I left, I kneeled down over Paul one last lime and whispered quietly into his ear, again in my classical cold-sweet voice:
"Listen, scum, we'll see each other again. ThatÄ's for sure."
Then I left through the same window through which I had come in. Of course, the brothers who were waiting outside and had watched the whole thing on their cell congratulated me on my performance. All of us then got back to the van and drove home quickly. Thereafter we all went to Stealth. Seth, by way of his connections with Mr. McKeese and the local police, had made sure again that in the police report a time for the incident would be filed for which all of us again would have an alibi. He was just way too clever for the mainstream scum, I was thinking.
My adrenaline was on its absolute peak when I got home again. I told myself that I had to be careful and get back to my normal level. 'Cause, what I wanted to avoid under any circumstances, was that my treatment of Paul would become my standard preference. Even though I enjoyed more and more to behave wild, rough, and uncontrolled, I forbid myself over and over again to ever apply this to Keith and Chris-Boy or to any other true mate, 'cause this would have resulted in their complete break-down and would have been completely unfair. On the other hand, I understood now better when Seth had told me that once in a while this kind of action was real fun and could bring great relief to oneself. It seemed that I just had to accept that I had developed into a really wild beast that needed some distraction once in a while.
For my personal development, it also helped a lot that the brotherhood under the guidance of Seth and Lars quite often also organized social events which Seth always referred to as 'positive actions'. Shortly after Paul's punishment was done, Seth told me that we would spend the following afternoon with kids who were partially orphans and partially raised only by their mums and who didn't have a lot of money to live from. The brotherhood organized a huge playground in the center and the kids together with us had a lot of fun and really seemed happy. Seth showed himself from his most charming side and you could see and feel that he really cared about the well-being of the kids. For a short moment the threatening part of Seth's and Lars' characters seemed to have completely vanished. They were just genuinely friendly and did everything so that the kids had a good time, too. Of course I was following their example and only shortly thereafter it started to feel incredibly good that I did something useful, productive, and positive. That sharpened my character and personality and helped to keep under control my aggression that the brotherhood had previously brought to the surface. Just as Seth was saying: positive and negative actions needed to compliment and balance each other. I just knew that I had to follow this principle for the rest of my life, 'cause otherwise my wild and uncontrolled manner would gain ultimate and total control over myself and could destroy everything around me.
When I was sent on my retaliation mission against Paul, it might also be that my aggressive attitude was pushed by the additional fact that during the entire week I was on withdrawal and was not allowed to smoke (as Seth had demanded from me earlier on). In retrospect I believe that Seth had made active use of this additional level of aggression so that Paul would suffer even more.
"Smoking is part of our lifestyle, but we need to stay healthy and your body condition stands beyond anything else. So there need to be regular off-periods," Seth told me and you may imagine how pissed we were when this critical week finally started.
Both of us became pretty much unbearable and also my two pets had to suffer a lot. I was not particularly nice to them during the entire week and my patience - something that I wouldn't have called my greatest strength anyways - was even more limited. Also my training methods for the two kids became a lot rougher and at one point I had the impression that I saw tears in Keith's eyes. With Chris-Boy something similar happened, when I had a training session with him down at the center and I was pushing him harder and harder. At one point I could see in his eyes that he was shortly before giving up entirely. In spite of my bad mood and my chronical impatience, I could see immediately in his eyes that this could have ended in a total crack-down of him combined with his ultimate overwhelming desire to give himself one further (maybe lethal) shot. Fortunately, I still had enough self-control that in both cases I left the scene quite in a hurry and went to a separate room of the center where I could find a punching bag, which I used immediately to let out all my bad energies. That indeed helped not to cause any major accident - except for the one of Paul which was an intentional retaliatory action anyway.
After the one-week withdrawal period was over, I really started to feel a bit sorry for my two pets and what they had to go through over the last days. Of course I couldn't apologize, 'cause you just didn't do that in front of young recruits. But I really tried to make up for all my aggressive outbreaks on the following days. With Keith, this was not a problem at all, I just needed to give him the kind of special treatment that he was craving for all the time. And believe me, he really loved the special attention that he received as a kind of reward. As I told you already, the fact that he was allowed to spend one entire night with me gave him the ultimate kick.
With Chris-Boy, however, it was a bit more difficult; but, as a reward for his obedience and credible attempt to keep me happy, I decided to allow him to come one step closer to the brotherhood and enjoy life a little more. For that, I prepared in detail for a kind of joint extra session with my two pets, where also Chris-Boy was supposed to play a major role.