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A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 2: My Life at Risk
When I regained my consciousness for the first time, it was completely dark. My head was hurting, but my hands couldn't reach my eyes, because they were completely tied. The same happened to my legs, and they were tied in such way that I could not straighten them out. And only after some further minutes I realized that I was also blindfolded and my ears were also covered. From the movements under my belly it became clear to me that I was in the cargo space of a truck. I couldn't scream or even talk because my mouth had been taped so that I was only able to breathe through my nose. Despite my ears being covered I could hear talks of people in the background coming both from inside the cargo area and the driver's cabin. I couldn't get any coherent conversation, since for that I was still too intoxicated and also too much in pain.
But one remark that came from a most likely younger male person in the cargo space was like:
"Do you really wanna do this, Seth? If so, it will be again on me to get rid of him, when you are done. For that shall we use the concrete pillars again?"
And the very strong other voice from the front area replied: "Maybe, at least it has worked all the other times before. Never ever did any questions come up. But for fun's sake we could also be a little more creative. What about for instance with the swamps close to the woods? Some famous scientist in the far future could then find the body relatively well-preserved."
After that, some kind of laughter came from all the three men who I could hear in the trunk. All this didn't take longer than a few minutes. In any case, I lost my consciousness again.
I woke up on the bare floor of a tiny room that had concrete walls without a window. There was only one neon light installed in the middle of the ceiling. The floor was concrete as well, no further cover, nothing. And there was also no furniture in the room except for one old wooden chair with a black jacket over the backrest and a small plastic table - like the ones you buy for a tiny terrace. The room had a rectangular shape and was not bigger than five to seven square meters in total. It looked like an interrogation room of the secret police in some third world country and the whole purpose of it was, as I later learned, to provide a threatening atmosphere. I had been placed in one corner of the room, no mattress, no blanket, nothing. All my ties had been taken off, but there was still a tape on my mouth. My dry tongue still tasted this chemical substance. The first thought that came to my mind after opening my eyes and re-adjusting a bit, was water. I needed to have some liquid, but there was nothing. So with the feeling of total thirst the first phase of panic came: "Where was I? Who brought me here? Why am I here? How can I get help? And please, I need water."
But it was only a few minutes that I could have these thoughts. Because the room was video-taped, the door opened shortly after I made my first movements, and in came with the most devil-like expression in his face ... the leader of the skinhead group with whom Cindy and I had this unpleasant encounter in front of the movie theater. He closed the door again and sat down, spread his muscular legs broadly so that I who was sitting on the concrete floor could directly see into his crotch. He obviously didn't care.
Now that he didn't wear his jacket and also no t-shirt, his naked upper body appeared even more frightening. It was fully covered with tattoos. I couldn't figure out all the details, but there were plenty of old germanic symbols and also a swastika was placed visibly on his left chest. On the whole length of his right arm there was an inscription again in old Germanic letters saying:
*DEATH WITH HONOR IS MORE THAN LIFE WITHOUT HONOR *
There was no single part of his body that didn't consist of muscle. It appeared that this guy had been trained since he was a kid and this on a daily basis.
His blue eyes with the coldest look that one can think of were fixing me for quite a while without any word coming from his mouth. This tension alone increased my panic to a level where no logical thought was possible any more.
The skin sensed this and I could feel that he took enormous joy out of this situation. He came to me in a sudden move and took off the tape from my mouth and that in a way which was most painful to me. I screamed and tried to cover the mouth with my hands so to provide some warmth to it.
Finally he started to talk in short and precise sentences - a way which I later found out was so typical of him:
"Well, you wouldn't have thought that we will see each other so quickly again, right? But never mind. Do you remember, what I told you at the movie theater?"
I shook my head, since all my body functions appeared to have stopped working at that moment.
He went on:
"Well, smart ass. It appears that despite all your valuable education you have a short memory. And actually, it wasn't a real talk we had at the movies, I just told you something in three simple words. Do you now remember?"
Again I shook my head.
"Then I will resolve this puzzle, I said after your smart ass offense "YOU ARE DEAD", right? And since death is a certain condition and I keep my promises, it is tonight that you will die. So, the only thing that's left now and what we should talk about is how you are going to die. Because normally I like it when it takes longer, but maybe I'm also willing to consider your preferences."
At that point my whole body was shaking and the words that came out of my mouth were no longer a controlled way of speaking. I said something like "sorry", "did not mean what I said", "will give you money", "my parents ...". As I said before, there were no coherent sentences any more and the warrior machine whose name I still did not know just replied with a sadistic smile.
"Why is it that I cannot understand you any more? You appeared so self-confident some hours ago, and now ... And as I said before, the question is not whether you will die - that has been set already -, the only question is how. It is not so difficult to comprehend, especially for someone with your background. Or do you want me to repeat this again? It's you who triggered the cause of action here after your ruthless and unprovoked offense. Be at least a man now and accept your fate!"
And then suddenly, without any pre-warning, he stood up, came to my corner, grabbed my neck with his left hand and forced me to stand up. With the other hand he gave me two fierce hits on my face. These slaps were not only painful, but first of all they were meant to be the most humiliating treatment I have ever received. His goal right from the beginning was to deprive me completely of any remaining dignity.
He left his enormously muscular hand on my neck and pulled me to the place where the chair was. Then he made me kneel down and continued:
"You worthless piece of shit! Why don't you say something. Is it so difficult or what? Do I have to slap it into your stupid brain?"
My speech now shut down completely. The only thing I could do was whimpering.
"I tell you something, you stupid asshole. I'm actually in a good mood today. Therefore, let's play a little bit. You can leave this room freely and I give you a lead of 5 minutes to find your way outside. If you make it, you are free. If not, then it's up to me to find the right death method, which could be suffocating or some other nice way to death or ..."
Again I wanted to say something, but no words came out because of the panic that was now in every bone of my body.
"You are so fucked up, I cannot understand you ... are you frightened that my two comrades will help me finding you? Is that it? Wait!".
He opened the door and called after Phil and Lars. The two came within seconds and asked: "Brother, what is it? Can we help you?"
Seth replied: "Listen, this motherfucker is frightened that he will not get a fair chance to escape. So, I am telling you here that I'm playing this game with the little wimp alone. You will not help me finding him. Understood?" Phil and Lars nodded their heads. After that they were released and left the room again.
Seth came to me, grabbed me with both hands by my shoulders and said: "You see, we have fair play rules here - pretty much different from your fucked-up little world in which you live and where honor, truth and respect have no place at all. Now leave, and I am waiting here for 5 minutes before I will try to catch you. Or wait, I want to be generous: why not giving you 10 or even 15 minutes? So, it's really a good chance. Go!" To demonstrate that he really meant what he sad, he opened the door.
I didn't respond, I couldn't think and I definitely had no energy to try to escape. At this very moment, I also started to get acquainted with the thought that this was going to be my last night on earth.
My lacking will to defend myself and to participate in his game made Seth even angrier. Now he pressed me with his two hands down to the floor so that I had to kneel down again and then pressed my upper body between his legs. He used such a power that I was not able to move my arms. And in addition, his two hands were still around my neck so that also breathing became more and more difficult.
"Ok, I see you are not interested in hide and seek. So I have another idea. You try to open my zip with your mouth only and give me some special treatment. If you can do that, then you will get the privilege of a quick death. So you better be good."
I did not know what to do. The force he used made it impossible for me to move my head only slightly. My arms were also captured, so I couldn't do anything. When my attempts to open Seth's zip failed, his reaction was even more violent. Suddenly, he grabbed me by my arms, slapped me again in my face and then threw me to the other corner of the room. All my bones hurt and the fact that he increased his violence little by little made me break down completely.
After some seconds of silence he said: "You worthless piece of shit are a true disgrace for everyone. You only talk and offend other fine people who live up to their standards. But when it comes to action you behave like a wimp."
He hit me again on my face and then with his right boot into my stomach. As I later learned these were very precise strikes, because they inflicted maximum pain without any sign of injury on the outside. After that he took iron brace knuckles out of his pant pocket and put it on the table. Then he went on and screamed at me:
"You see this tool, asshole. These are not normal brass knuckles, but very special ones. They are covered with little needles. Believe me, when you use them nicely, you only need a maximum of three beats on the human head and the task is done. Do you believe I know how to use them properly in your case? Or do you think I will not be that straight-forward or may even make a mistake so that more hits will be necessary until you are dead?"
He now put the brass knuckles on his right fist and simultaneously pushed me against the wall of the room and forced me to stand. He now brought his right fist into the right position for a beat against my face holding my head firm with the other arm so that any independent movement was impossible.
I tried to focus more now so that at least some words would come out of my mouth. At least in that I was finally successful and I said:
"Please don't kill me. I will do anything to undo my mistakes. Please, I will improve I promise, I will ... but I don't wanna die, please ..."
For Seth my reaction, which was pleading for my life, must have been contrary to all his beliefs and moral standards. That was most likely the reason why his right arm with the armed fist already started to execute the body movement for the final beat against my face. During all that time Seth screamed violently so to bring him into the right mood. He seemed to be in another world.
I guess only a few people have experienced a situation which was so close to death. I did not know what to say any more and there was this very short moment when I finally accepted the fact that I will die. The only wish I had left was that the hit would be strong enough so that I would lose my consciousness right away.
So I shut my eyes and was waiting for the inevitable. When I opened my eyes after a few seconds again, I noticed that I didn't get hit and that Seth's grip on me has loosened up significantly. Virtually not more then a few centimeters before his armed fist would have met my head he suddenly stopped his movement. He screamed a loud "FUCK" and then hit the walls with his palms. He stared at me intensively. As soon as his grip loosened up, I fell with my back on the floor so that I could still see him. I tried to breathe, but couldn't. Any attempt to get some more oxygen into my body failed. I raised my right hand in front of my head and started to shake all over; even crying was not possible although I felt like it. And then something happened, which was even more embarassing to me than the prior hit in my face. Indeed, it was the most embarassing moment in my entire life. I couldn't control my body functions any more and so I started to pee into my pants.
When Seth saw that, I feared that the situation would heat up again. Instead Seth was taking a deep breath, said that "all this was disgusting" and left the room for a short while.
When he came back after five minutes or so, he held a towel in his hands. He sat down again on the chair, started to smoke a cigarette and stared at me with his steel-blue eyes long and intensively. Seth's way to look at people is truly unique and frightening, in particular when you make this experience it for the first time. So, after at least 20 minutes of almost constant action in this small room, there was now a time of complete silence. Then still focussing me with his eyes he said, more to himself than towards me: "What the fuck shall I do with you? I just don't know." I felt that I was not supposed to say anything.
The door opened and Phil and Lars came in. For a short moment, panic came up again, because I thought that the three of them would now continue with my 'treatment'. Instead, they just brought a medium-sized bowl with hot water, some clothing and two large bottles of water. I must have looked at the bottles with an enormous desire. Seth noticed it immediately and with a calmer, but still very cold voice went on:
"Get out of your pissed clothes immediately and then dry yourself with the towel. I guess your parents don't know that you still have problems with your bladder." I was so relieved that the beating had stopped that I followed the order immediately. Besides, the feeling of my wet clothes really started to become uncomfortable. Within a minute I stood completely naked against the wall.
"Ok. Now you come to me and kneel down just like we had it some moments ago." Seth noted that just the thought of what went on in this room shortly before made me shake on my whole body. So he went on: "Stupid motherfucker, nothing will happen. Would I still want to kill you, I would have done so before. So come here and do the fuck as I'm telling you. Or shall I ..." Immediately I moved towards him and knelt down between his legs. He tightened his legs around my neck and body again, but not with the same force he used before so that I was still able to breathe and use my arms a little bit. He then opened the bottle of water and put the bottleneck into my mouth. Immediately I started drinking the liquid avariciously and like crazy and all this felt like coming back to the real world. I guess for Seth, since he was holding the bottle all the time while I was drinking, the most important part was to demonstrate that in this situation I was solely dependent on him. I also felt this, but I couldn't care less, because for me the only thing that mattered was the end of the beating, the water, and that my life would not be taken away from me immediately.
While drinking I also looked at Phil and Lars who were standing next to Seth. The two wore white muscle shirts. They had also changed their pants and now had put on classic bleachers in light and dark blue. And of course they wore heavy combat steel boots. Phil was smaller than Seth, but equally muscled and trained. Lars was slightly taller than Seth and had an extremely well-defined muscular body. The heads of both were completely shaved except for one small part on the top of the head and this part, in Phil's case, was bleached. In Lars' case it was dark blond. The eyes of the two also had this determined look, but one could also see from their behavior that they had completely accepted Seth as their only source of authority. Tattoos were spread over the whole body and of course, as I could already see at the movie theater, they had their SS sign on the exact same position of their neck - perfectly visible even when they wore jackets.
Phil finally said: "Listen, Seth, of course we will stay if you want us to. But it's Friday and there is for sure some late night action going on at Stealth Bar. Pit and his comrades will be there too, so there could be at least some fun. And since things have developed slightly different here, you don't need us for some immediate action, right, brother?" Seth, after shortly thinking about it, agreed, then the two finished their cigarette and left. I think it was Phil who before leaving whispered in my ear: "You are quite lucky. Original plan was that you shouldn't have lived by now any more."
The door shut and Seth and I were alone again. He had a slight ironic expression on his face, but back at that time I wasn't able to detect yet what went on in his mind.
"Still thirsty?"
"No, not for the moment. Thank you very much.", was my reply.
"Ok, then take the water from the bowl and wash your face a bit. You've become very sweaty because you obviously cannot control yourself. Seems that you wimp always panic in difficult moments." Of course I followed this instruction and the warm water indeed did well.
Then Seth showed me his left middle finger. I saw that on each front part of the four fingers except for the thumb a letter was written. In case of the left hand this made up the word "skin" and so I assumed with the right hand it was the word "head". When I looked at his fingers, I saw that even these were exceptionally well-trained, because you could see every small muscle there. This effect was supported by the tattoos which ended only on the back of the hand.
"So, you will swallow my middle finger now and suck on it. Breathe through your nose, ok. And only focus on not choking. It's difficult at the beginning, but maybe at least this is something you can manage better than other difficulties. And only one thing as a warning: if you try to bite or hurt me, we immediately go back to the first part of the program. Understood?"
I nodded.
He started with the treatment and put his middle finger on my tongue pushing it in and out. The taste of it was strange, a mixture between cigarette, soap, sweat, and a certain body odor. Altogether much more agreeable than I would ever have thought it would be. Seth went on and added his index finger for my mouth. This was already harder to manage. In the end he made me suck all four fingers except thumb.
After a few minutes of this training, Seth told me: "Place your forearms and your hands on my thighs. And then open my zip with your mouth. Don't worry, this time you will have sufficient flexibility. And for once, don't fuck it up this time!"
I realized that I didn't have a real choice anyway. So I approached the zip of his combat pants with my mouth and tried to open it. This time Seth supported my efforts by giving me more space to move and also by moving his own body accordingly. During the whole time I was between Seth's legs, I could already smell this typical man scent. I started to like it quickly. When I opened Seth's zip, the smell became even more intense, also because he didn't wear any underwear on that day. I was already familiar with my own body smell during the different phases of the day. But what I experienced now, was something far more masculine. It was a mixture of sweat, pee, cigarette and a little soap combined with Seth's very individual body odor. To be open, I loved this immediately and started to breathe with my nose heavily so to get familiar with the taste.
Seth let me play with his pants a little, the only thing he was watching out fiercely, was that I didn't touch myself at all. He always paid attention that both my hands were on his thighs.
"Seems that you found something interesting here, you little pervert. You have never done that before, also not with a pussy, right?" I shook my head.
"Ok. This is enough of play. Start now sucking my cock as you did with my fingers. And again, do it well in your own interest."
Before I started, I investigated his best piece a little. It was huge and also looked like being under constant training as you could see every vein also in this half-erect position. But then I discovered something even more weird, because also his dick had a tattoo with a NAZI sun emblem.
I started sucking and swallowing his dick as best as I could by using the technique that he had shown me with his fingers before, since I didn't have much other experience. To be frank: between Cindy and myself not much had happened so far, since this liaison was more a unity of interests and not so much of mutual attraction.
Seth's grip around my neck and head became firmer the more he got into it. But even though he now focused completely on his desires, he still kept attention not to hurt me. The modus indeed had changed, from the will of total destruction at the beginning to now maximum joy for himself. Seth gave me very specific orders what to do with my hands and where to use my tongue.
He was very explicit with what he wanted and moaned: "You little cocksucker, you are indeed craving for dick. I wouldn't have known. How did you live all the time before?"
After some further minutes he stood up from his chair again positioned me between his legs and increased the speed of his mouth-fucking enormously.
"You are going to do this until the very end, because you want to make your comrade very happy. Right?" I nodded as good as I good, but was more occupied with the dick staying completely in my mouth.
Finally Seth looked into my face and moaned: "I will cum know and you will take all my cum into your mouth by swallowing it. I don't want anything to be spilled or spoiled, you got me. This seed is far too precious to be spoiled, stupid cocksucker". Again I tried to nod as best as I could, but at that point Seth already exploded. He was screaming heavily, calling me his favorite cocksucker at all times and thereby released shoot after shoot. I was scared that I would not be able to keep all the masses of cum in my mouth, but I finally succeeded. And that in turn left Seth being completely at ease with himself and also satisfied with my service.
Seth let himself fall into the chair again and for a minute closed his eyes. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but when he opened his eyes again, he ordered me to position myself again between his legs.
"Lick my cock clean and then shut my pants and all with your mouth. And don't dare play with yourself. Hands again on my thighs!" I did as told, but had difficulties to close the heavy combat pants solely with my teeth; this is much more difficult than opening it. I was scared that Seth would become angry again, but instead he helped me with my task. What I then felt, was again enormous thirst. I looked at the other bottle of water which was still on the plastic table, and when Seth noticed this, he just nodded and said: "Go ahead and take it!". I took this as a sign that any beating or other special treatment would not start again and drank the whole bottle empty in one sip. I cannot tell how good this felt, to me it was like all my senses coming back to life again.
Seth lighted a cigarette, took a deep puff and looked at me, this time with amusement: "You really need a lot of liquid. Anyway, at least you tried this time to stick to your obligations and make the best out of it. Maybe you still have some undiscovered potentials."
After all that happened in the last hours, I was not able to have any coherent thoughts. The only thing I knew was that even though I did not have any control over what Seth did with me and what I had to do to him, I already started liking it. And most of all, already back then at this very moment, I started to like Seth and his way to look at things. I liked his enormous physical and mental strength, his clear and simple straight-forward language, his body, his steel-blue eyes, his sharp face and voice ...
Seth again ordered me to him and this time he made me sit completely naked on his laps. He took a deep puff and with his left hand he grabbed my head firmly but not violently and positioned it in front of his own face. Then his lips touched mine and so he made himself clear that I was supposed to open my mouth which I did. He placed his lips in a way that there was no open space left and then blew the whole cigarette smoke from his lungs to my mouth. And for a very short moment his tongue touched mine which felt fantastic. But since I was not used to inhaling at that time, I had to start coughing and therefore turned away. Seth didn't keep me back, but instead put his left arm around my neck and asked with a laugh:
"You don't smoke, little wimp, right?"
I shook my head trying stop coughing which was not easy, but slowly this feeling to suffocate passed.
"What's your name by the way?"
"Daniel, but all people I know call me Dan."
At that point, Seth started to laugh loudly. Because I didn't know him at that time, pure fear came up in me again that he would now change his behavior again and go on with his games. But instead, after he had calmed down, he just said:
"Dan or Daniel is no fucking good name for you. Not the least. Doesn't fit at all."
The he paused for a while and went on: "We are going to call you Choke. And as long as you are still a beginner you will be Chokee. Ok?"
What was I supposed to say? And by the way it was true that my name - at least how it was pronounced by my parents, Cindy and my teachers - was not something which I particularly liked. So I just nodded.
Seth went on:
"Listen, Chokee, this has been a hell of a night so far. You probably don't know how close you were to death. It was only a matter of seconds or even milli seconds."
"So what kept you from doing it?", I almost whispered.
"I don't know, I really can't tell. The only thing I know is that this has been a real exception. Normally I always do, what I said before, especially when I said it to other people. So no idea how it came. But anyway, it hadn't been too bad, don't you think?" Seth smiled when he said that.
I nodded and also tried to smile, but I was still so scared when I only thought about how things started in this room.
"Chokee, just to make that clear upfront: when you are with me, there are certain rules you will follow. Should you breach them, it is for sure that everything between us will stop immediately. And most likely, we would also need to get back to square 1, if you know what I mean. Do you understand?"
Of course I did and so I nodded. And Seth's threat was so intense that it triggered su much fear with me that breathing became a problem again.
"Don't worry, the rules are simple to understand:
Rule No. 1: You never ever lie to me. You always tell me the truth and you don't hide things from me. In other words, you are open as a book to me, you get it.
Rule No. 2: You follow my orders and the code of conduct of the brotherhood. You don't ever question any of those rules.
Rule No. 3: You only cum and you only fuck around with my permission. Of course you can masturbate, but you don't cum, unless I'm giving you my explicit permission.
And Rule No. 4: Don't ask too many questions. I will always let you know what you need to know and when the time is ready.
Are these rules clear to you?"
I had the feeling that pure nodding wouldn't have been sufficient, so I said in addition: "Yes, totally clear."
"Fine", Seth said. He took his cellphone out of his jacket that still hung over the chair and looked at the time: "Wow, it's already almost 3am in the morning. So I will give you a ride home now. But before you need to have a shower, because when your folks will see their little wimp like this, they would have some questions. And we want to avoid that."
That was indeed true. I was full of sweat, dirt, and pee and my whole appearance looked more like the one of a homeless street kid. And besides I was also feeling very cold in this empty room where I had to spend the last hours.
"Ok. I will take you to the shower facilities. But since I don't know you that well already, I need to blindfold you. But don't worry. I will guide you to the shower room with my hands. And since you pissed in your pants a little time ago, wear this."
He handed me over a sweat suit consisting of a black T-shirt and and pants that were black on one leg and red on the other. When I got dressed, I saw that on both pieces of clothing the following was written in Gothic letters:
THE MARTIAL ARTS TRAINING CENTER - GET FINAL CONTROL OVER YOUR BODY AND MIND!
On the T-shirt there was also a telephone number engraved.
As soon as I got dressed, Seth put the blindfold over my eyes and we started to walk long hallways. Since I was bare foot, I felt the cold floor all the time, but still I couldn't get a clue in what kind of compound I was. During all the walking, I felt Seth's hands on my shoulder and partially also on my butt. And again, the way he did this now was agreeable. I could truly feel the dominance of his whole personality, but also the protection he provided. We stopped suddenly. Seth opened a door and made me go through it, then shut the door again. Then he took off my blindfold, and what I saw were showering facilities like you can find them in gyms, schools and other sports facilities. There were around 15 to 20 cabins.
"Get naked again and jump in one of the cabins. Soap is in the soap dispenser. And here you have a towel."
I did as told and Seth was looking at me intensively all the time. Only later did I find out what he was checking on already at that time. He wanted to make sure that my body would be strong enough for the individual training program he had in mind. But anyway, I already began to feel comfortable in Seth's company. The hot water over my body felt amazing and I could sense that little by little I became a human being again. Seth suddenly looked into my face and touched my cheeks firmly.
"Seems that you got some bruises from my earlier treatment of you. Here, take this cooling gel and put it over the irritated parts, this will help. We don't wanna keep you from showing your pretty face and your folks shouldn't become nervous. By the way: everything, and I mean absolutely everything that happened tonight, stays between us. Should you open your mouth to anyone, we will be back to square one ... and I think you know what this means. You would destroy once and for all all the potentials that are developing right now. And even more important, you don't wanna become a traitor or backstabber, right? Are we clear on that?"
I nodded and took the towel to dry myself.
Seth with his huge left hand suddenly grabbed my head and forced me to look into his eyes straight away: "I couldn't hear you."
"Yes of course, sir. I will keep everything a secret. Please trust me on this one."
"Don't call me sir. I am either a brother or a comrade. So, once again." His grab on my head got even stronger.
"Yes of course, brother. Everything will stay a secret between us. I won't report and I won't tell. I really promise."
He kept staring at me for a further few seconds, smiled a little ironically and then said: "Ok, I need to trust you on this one. Let's go on. Now, get into your sweat suit again and also get the rest of your stuff. And one piece of advice from my side: wash your pissed clothes immediately. Not that your folks will think that their son became an incontinent again again." He started this ironic laugh again that made me a bit nervous even though I got more used to it.
"And now: blindfold yourself again. We are going to the car."
I did as told and again I felt the firm hand of Seth on my body - partially on my back and by forced coincidence more and more on my ass - and we were walking through seemingly endless gangways. I heard a massive door being opened by a loud engine, we stepped forward around ten meters more and only then Seth told me to take off the blindfold. We stood in a ground area of one floor building that was used as a parking area for about ten different cars. One was a white van that on both sides had the same logo which was on my sweat suit:
MARTIAL ARTS TRAINING CENTER
We got into the front of the car, where I sat down on the passenger seat. The car was a little dirty and inside smelt like cigarettes. When we closed the door, Seth first took a cigarette, enlightened it and took a deep puff. I could meanwhile see that it was a Gauloise brand without filter. Then he offered the cigarette also to me and since already back then it had become important for me not to disappoint Seth I took a deep drag and this time it went better than before, but by far it was not an agreeable feeling yet. At least there was no more severe coughing on my side.
We drove direction to my home and suddenly it became very quiet. Seth was having his cigarette and obviously reflected on these strange events."
I took this opportunity and asked: "Can I speak up, brother?"
"What is it?", Seth asked.
"Listen, I wanted to say I am sorry ... no, I am very sorry for what I said at the movie theater. It was stupid and happened only, because I was pushed so much by Cindy. I really didn't want to hurt anyone and even more I don't want to be judgmental. Fact is, I even adore you to some extent."
Seth cut me off and said: "Listen, what happened, happened. Neither you nor any other person can change it. Each of us is responsible for what he does and the consequences of his acts. I guess you felt that pretty hard today. That's the way it is. Doesn't make sense to loose a lot of words about it."
He said that pretty harshly and I couldn't understand myself why it has become so important to me why my almost-murderer would accept my apology. But I went on and quite emotionally replied:
"I really take full responsibility for what happened tonight. Please believe me. But because I do so, it is so important to me that you're no longer mad at me or have any bad feelings about me. I think this friendship that we're building needs to have a solid fundament. So please, forgive me only this time. I promise nothing like that will happen ever again."
Seth looked at me strangely, smiled a bit and then, while driving with his left hand, took his right arm around my shoulder: "Brother, if it's so important to you, I'll accept your apology. This is a true exception from how I normally react. So take this as a special honor. And by the way: should this ever happen again, you know the consequences anyway, right?"
I didn't know what to say anymore and I didn't want to appear as a crying wimp to Seth. But the look in my face must have been so pleading that Seth hugged me tighter and became for a moment soft in his voice: "Hey, it's ok. No more worries, ok. The future will be on our side." And then he switched the topic:
"Hey, I am hungry after all that happened. Let's grab a burger and some fries at the Burger King over there. After that I drive you home, ok."
Seth drove the car to the part of the Burger King, where they accepted orders directly from the car and ordered two burgers, french fries, and a beer. It didn't take long until we got the stuff and in the car the typical fast food smell came up. Seth drove to the parking place on the backside of the Burger King place which was completely empty. He stopped the engine and opened the paper bag with the food.
"Normally I don't eat this stuff because of my hard training routine. But I luv' it and there are of course exceptions. And tonight with you there is such an exception. You wanna join me?"
Since I was not a big fast food fan, I shook my head.
"You don't wanna be impolite, right?", he said with a big smile. And then, with a huge grin on his face, he took one french fry in his hand and said: "You eat this now and then you also lick my finger sober, ok?"
I immediately understood and moved my mouth towards his hand. I swallowed the french fry and then was licking with my tongue over his left pointer and middle finger which tasted very salty.
"Good boy! The same you do now with the burger, ok. And again, your hands stay on my lap. No playing with yourself, is that clear, you little perv?" The procedure went on with the burger and also that one I swallowed.
Seth looked at me with a smile and went on: "Didn't you overlook something? Look into my eyes and then on the lower part of my body. What do you see?"
I looked at Seth and even with this shabby indoor light in his car I could immediately see that inside his combat pants there was huge erection. This all looked extremely exciting to me.
"You're really impolite. Isn't it your duty now to take care of my needs. So, if you don't want to be beaten up, you come here quickly with your mouth." He smiled when he said that. And I knew meanwhile that he made fun. But at that time I was already so attracted by this man that no force whatsoever was necessary. Again I opened the buttons of his pants and this time his beautiful man scent was even stronger. I licked his balls, his thighs, and part of his belly and the taste to me had meanwhile become just magnificent.
"Oh, I see, the little wimp has made some progress. So we can increase the speed."
Seth took my head with his right hand and placed it over his cock. "Take my dick into your mouth and show me what you learned in your swallowing lessons."
I did so and Seth started moving his hips and his upper body up and down in a regular rhythm. Again, as the dominant person he was he focused first of all on his pleasure, but he didn't forget me. When my swallowing was in line with his movements, he took his right hand, got into my pants and grabbed my ass. Then with his middle finger he tried to get into my anus. This would have almost brought me out of my concept, since the finger fucking triggered the most intense feeling I've ever had.
Seth was now screaming: "You are a cock-addicted bitch. For you cock needs to be everywhere, huh? No matter that you couldn't control your cunt the other night. Watch out that my dick stays in your mouth. Suck it, bitch. Don't forget: you're only here to make me happy." The whole situation was so hot I couldn't tell: the smell of food, Seth's extreme masculinity and dominance, and finally myself who was just trying to improve his sucking skills and satisfying Seth. I had never ever experienced anything close to this. And Seth, as a natural leader, knew exactly how far he could go. When for one short moment he saw that the speed got too much for me, he slowed down and said: "Don't worry, I am here, you won't get hurt. You're now under my special protection." This made me enormously proud and feel safe.
"Chokee, stop immediately touching yourself. Both hands back on my thighs NOW!". His mood changed again, but I had understood meanwhile that he made the rules. "You will have a chance to cum, but only when I say. And you're cock-addicted. So we have to train some discipline with you and watch out that you won't become a sissy faggot."
I stopped immediately and focused again solely on Seth's cock. And Seth in turn was busy with moving his body synchronically to my sucking efforts and to continue simultaneously his finger-fucking, meanwhile with three fingers.
When he finally came, he came fiercely and with the same power as before in the compound. Every muscle of his enormously developed body seemed to contract. He screamed and the grip of his one hand round my head intensified. And again, even though he solely focussed on himself, he knew exactly how far he could go so that it would remain manageable for me. His sperm was again dripping directly into my throat and tried hard to swallow everything.
When he was done, he shouted a final "FUCK" and then took his cock out of my mouth. He opened the beer can thereafter and made me have some sips first. That indeed made me feel much better, since my body must have lost a lot of liquid. After that, Seth had the rest of the beer. Watching him swallowing it and seeing his throat in action was again a turn-on.
"Wow, Chokee, that was great. But look how the place looks here now" Indeed, in the front area of the car there were fries almost everywhere and also the rest of the burger was on the two seats. I helped cleaning up the place quickly and also came back with some paper tissues. When I wanted to clean Seth's right hand, he said however: "No, first you clean my fingers with your mouth since these were the fingers that treated your pussy. And as part of your training and to cope with your cock addiction you should know the taste. So, suck my fingers clean!" I did and the taste indeed didn't feel too bad at all. When I was done, he dried his hands with the paper tissues.
"Wow, what a night, Chokee. You really learned quite some things and I believe you truly have potentials. A lot will change in the next weeks and months and I'm sure you're going to like it. We are only at the very beginning. But for now, I will drive you back to your place. You wait there and live your life until I call you or contact you otherwise."
"When will you call me?", I asked.
"Brother, what are the rules that you will follow from now on? Follow my orders and don't ask questions."
"I know, it's only that tonight had brought out such intense feelings with me and I just want to be sure that all this is not a one-timer."
Seth put his right arm around me in this typical masculine and comrade-like manner and replied:
"Don't worry! If you follow and don't betray me, you're in. And you should know that someone like me keeps his promises. Even though in your case I didn't finally do what I said earlier to you and your stupid cunt in front of the movie theater. But that's most likely for the better. Also, I didn't know at that time that you are cock-addicted and cannot control your cunt as a normal man would be expected."
He was laughing ironically again. But when he saw the fear in my eyes, he smiled brightly to me, touched my face with his hands a little and continued:
"Chokee, your cock addiction is not the end of the world. It's not that you fucked some nigger or something. You just need to learn how to cope with it and not become a sissy faggot. But I'm here and will help you with that."
This guy was truly amazing and I started to miss him before I even left. He drove me to my place, which was around 10 miles away from the Burger King place. Meanwhile it was already 4.30 in the morning and I prayed that my folks wouldn't notice my late arrival. But I was wrong on that as it later turned out.
When Seth stopped the car, he gave me a brother-like hug and said again: "Follow the rules and don't dare cumming. Understood?" I nodded, got my stuff and opened the passenger door to get out. Before I shut the door, I said: "How will you get a hold of me? Do you have my cellphone number?"
"Chokee, what did we just say about the rules you need to follow?", he reminded me. "And by the way, Phil and Lars of course checked all your details in your pockets, when you were brought to our place. Don't think that we're stupid." He laughed and drove away.