A Sunday A The Start of Chris Boy's Education (Part 1) (slightly revised)
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I hope that all of you had a good week and that you are still curious about Chokee's adventures. Thanks once again for all your positive feedback on my previous chapters. Now Chapter 20 is out. The introduction into the hot and hard world of RAC rock music and the bands during Chokees first gig really left an everlasting impression on him. In this chapter, under Seth's guidance, Chokee will try out his new personality on the necessary education of Chris-Boy. Different from Keith, the generally smart kid has a more complicated nature and past and thus means a greater challenge for the brotherhood. But Hopefully you will still enjoy Chokees next decisive step on his way to become a true skin fighter.
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A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 20: No Business as Usual for A Sunday: The Start of Chris-Boy's Education (Part 1) (slightly revised)
I had never seen Seth wearing a watch; whenever he needed the exact time, he was using his cell. But in any case, to me his inner clock seemed more accurate than any radio clock that you could buy.
At 8:30 sharp he gave me a light slap on my shoulder and said:
"Chokee, it's time to get started. Here!"
Again he held a cup of coffee and my morning shake under my nose and passed it to me. It just felt marvelous when I had my first sip of coffee which made my ass keep on going again. While I was regaining control over my body again, I made another strange discovery: even though it was rainy and extremely cold outside and even though I was still very tired, meanwhile I was really looking forward to my training. It had already started to become something like an iron routine and my motivation and ambition to pass this unique program successfully had increased significantly over the last weeks.
I sat naked on the mattress and for a moment started to listen to a song called SKIN PRIDE by KOMMANDO SKIN that really described the attitude I meanwhile had towards life:
I hold my head up high for all the scum to see
I am a skinhead and I am so fucking proud to be
A man with principles and pride
No one can change my way of life
I'll never leave the road we ride
Until the day I will have died.
The skinheads come back - the one and only rock'n roll attack
Real rebels on the rise with honor and pride
Yes we're back and get the support worldwide
We won't give up to kick the ass of scum
Until they are completely done.
I just loved these lines, 'cause they expressed like nothing else the rebellious and sound atmosphere in which I was growing up now.
After a moment of silence and inhaling deeply from a new cigarette, Seth handed me fresh and very tight shorts, as usual with the center`s logo on it. While I was putting the shorts on I noticed that they were tailored in such a way that they would emphasize sharply the area around my crotch and my half-hard tool. Seth, who had insisted that I should follow his example and not wear any underwear, was screening my body with some acknowledgement in his eyes. He then gave me a very dirty look and said quite amused:
„Originally I just wanted to rape you right away this morning and fuck the shit out of you. But after the intensity of last night, I decided to give you and your hole a break. I hope you appreciate this and give me some credits for this later on."
Both of us started to laugh heavily about this, before Seth went on:
"Today we will do our run only with these shorts on and sports shoes. But nothing else. I want you to become really resistant against temperature. Be prepared by the way that on one of the hottest summer days we will do the opposite and go in really thick clothes. You'll sweat like shit. But this is part of the fighter mentality that you need to have and that if necessary we're going to beat into you."
I looked at him and did my best not to shake when I was thinking about the weather outside. Then I took one further sip from my coffee.
"But before we leave, Chokee, isn't it time for you to look after your new pet?," Seth asked, again with a grin on his face.
First I didn't understand, but then I remembered that Chris-Boy was still locked in his room.
"If you want," Seth went on, "I can also take care of it. But as you know, my way of handling things is a little different from yours, brother. Could well be that I will break your toy, before you have a chance to play with it." He was laughing out loud, when saying this.
I also laughed, but knew that Seth considered all this as an experiment and he wanted me to take care of the guy so that he could see how useful I was for the brotherhood and whether I could achieve some progress with this guy even though for some reason Seth was still skeptical about it.
"By the way," Seth went on, "do you wanna know about the boy's past? We thought at the beginning that he would come from some wealthy family, 'cause we had a look at the expensive stuff that he was wearing, right?"
I nodded.
"Well, this is actually not true. The guy is an orphan and is now living in a public institution."
"Reminds me a little bit of the bad luck that you had when you were young," I said.
Seth looked at me a little weird when I said that, and then replied: "Maybe. Only difference is that I didn't earn my money with stealing, blackmailing and drug dealing. 'Cause that's what he and his friends had been doing for quite some time now. Stealing from older people, blackmailing students so that they would hand them their cells or other valuable stuff, or shoplifting in electronic or fashion stores. And recently, your pet started also as a pimp for some of his classmates and as a drug dealer. Great story, isn't it?"
My mouth was half-open and I had another sip on my coffee: "Seth, where do you know all that from?"
He looked at me quite amused, but also a bit angry: "What do you think, stupid? I must know everything about my opponents. And also about my friends by the way. And for that I need to have all information available. And believe me, the brotherhood and especially Lars, Phil and myself are really, really good at that. We know how to do our jobs. Anyway: it's not a nice story that you're hearing here. Your boy by nature has no values and is not a good person. Therefore I was so convinced that he would talk. But he didn't - but not because he's become a nice guy, but because he's a coward and pretty much afraid of all my threats. As you can see, my terror regime works." He laughed again.
"Please, Seth," I said. "Give it a shot and, as you said, let me handle this thing. I'll report to you everything. But I think this kid could be fun." I gave him a smile with a devilish look.
"You're developing into some kind of cock-addicted maniac. But anyway, as I said, have a try! Educate him! He needs a firm hand now anyways. You can do with him what you want. Iron rule that you know already about: You don't come unless we agree otherwise, understand?"
I nodded and was happy about Seth's formal approval. I knew meanwhile that without him nothing was possible in the brotherhood. And of course Seth was again right: I was hot for Chris-Boy. In spite of his past, I liked the intelligent look of his slim face with the dark brown eyes and his blond hair. Also, the somehow lost look in his eyes gave the kid something mysterious. And I knew - even though I was not aware of his full potential yet - I could make him focus solely on me for a change. It was indeed a similar feeling I had for Keith the day before even though Keith appeared much younger and much more innocent. The two were completely different types, but I was hot for both of them. I went to the kitchen, got one further cup of coffee and some flakes, went into the direction of Chris-Boy's room, unlocked the door and got in.
I saw the boy sitting on his mattress. He looked better than the day before, but still quite awful. Also his smell was not good, since he hadn't showered now for quite some time and wasn't yet used to the hygiene routine of a true mate. All in all he looked pretty much destroyed. And already at that time, with his clothes still on, I noticed how thin he was. When I came in, he of course didn't know what I wanted. He saw me in my tight running shorts with the clearly readable logo ‚Martial Arts Training Center' on them and of course assumed the worst. He jumped up from the mattress and again started breathing heavily, a clear sign for growing panic. Seth was right, meanwhile I really enjoyed the situation of having power quite much. Even without realising it all the time, I had started to do everything to get rid of my nice guy image and change into a jock-like personality whom one naturally respected. And so the fact that Chris-Boy was obviously scared of me was something I liked. Not because necessarily I wanted to hurt him, but because this made it so much easier that things would be done my way.
In order to increase the tension, I meanwhile followed Seth's and Phil's manner and said nothing for quite a while. This, I believe, made the boy think that I would rape him right away, 'cause I was getting closer to him quickly while looking straight into his eyes. And the shape of the shorts that Seth had given me before made it also pretty visible that I was half-erect.
Shortly before I stood face to face in front of him, he could no longer withstand my look, also because on purpose I flexed my jaw muscles, which supported my warrior look. Instead, he almost started crying and whispered only:
"Please don't ..."
He really appeared to be broken. Very good, I thought and congratulated myself silently. This was exactly the right basis for a fruitful talk.
Chris-Boy couldn't believe the only thing I did when I stood directly in front of him was pass the cup of coffee. It took some seconds until he realised the unexpected and one could see the first signs of relief on his face.
"Drink it and shut up immediately!," I said harshly.
I also handed him the bowl of flakes. He took a sip from the coffee and that obviously gave him some new energy.
I sat down on the only chair in the room and watched him closely. After a further pause, I started the conversation:
"Listen, you're a piece of shit and your whole life is a piece of shit. That's obvious and don't even think that we don't know every detail about what you and your bastard friends have been doing for a living. It's disgusting and it shows that you have no values."
"I don't ... I'm really .. It's because ...", he stuttered.
"Are you stupid or have you forgotten to talk in full understandable phrases? Anyway, at this stage, you're not supposed to talk at all. Just listen. Clear?"
I was really impressed about how cold my voice could be. The training here fortunately was showing some real effect.
"Listen, just assume we know everything and be sure you will take full responsibility for all the bad things you have done in your life so far. Let's see whether we can make you a better person here. I don't know and honestly, I'm also not very hopeful. But now I don't have the time to have a long talk with you, 'cause - obviously different from you - I have a rigid training schedule that I have to keep. So, I'm only telling you about what you will do over the next two to three hours. Whether you will be alive thereafter completely depends on you. And you will follow my instructions rigidly, clear?"
Chris-Boy nodded.
"I cannot hear you. Is that clear?"
"Yes," the boy said.
"Address me correctly, you stupid asshole."
I now got even more aggressive in my voice and got closer to him again.
Chris-Boy's fear rose again and he screamed: "Yes, sir."
"Listen, you worthless piece of shit, you always address me either as 'brother' or 'comrade'. Is that too difficult for an airhead like you?"
In his panic Chris-Boy didn't realize that in truth it was an honor and privilege that he was allowed to call me 'brother' or 'comrade', since this showed a certain closeness to the brotherhood that normal scum was not allowed to have.
"Yes, comrade. Everything is clear to me," Chris-Boy finally said and again was close to crying.
"Ok. While I am gone you will clean yourself, understood? I'll show you the shower room and when I come back I wanna see you and the entire fucking room here super clean. You will wear the sweatsuit that I'll give you. And I warn you: should you try to escape, scream or do anything which may make others believe that you need help, your special friend will come and what you experience then will be nothing compared to your suffering in the past."
I said the last things because I knew and had seen already that Seth was standing behind the door and had observed the situation intensively.
So I took it to the next step and shouted loudly:
"Brother, I believe our boy doesn't comply. Can you please come?"
When Seth entered the room, the old panic started with Chris-Boy again immediately. Just seeing him caused shock.
"What's this all about, comrade? Shall I take over?" Seth asked with a sarcastic and threatening smile.
The boy kneeled down and pleaded now:
"Please, I will do everything you want me to. I don't talk and I did not talk before. I will clean myself and I wait until the brother comes back. But please, don't hurt me again! I can't stand it any more."
While Chris-Boy was looking at the floor, Seth and I were laughing silently at each other. Then I took the initiative again and went on:
"Ok, let's give you one last time the benefit of the doubt. As I said, when we come back in about two hours, I wanna see this room and yourself super clean. And you will sit on this fucking mattress only waiting for me. Understood?"
"Yes, sir ... I meant of course: yes, comrade!"
"I warn you one last time: all doors to the outside are locked here. But even if you make it and can escape, we're going to find you and do you wanna know what would happen then to you?"
Chris-Boy shook his head decisively.
"Good, then let's give it a try!" I said.
When we left the room, it was already past 8 o'clock. Seth looked at me and then whispered into my ear:
"I'm proud of you. You'll make it here, I'm sure."
After that we went outside and started our run. For me it was amazing to discover all the new power my body and also my mind suddenly had. The temperature was below minus 4 and still with all the motivation inside me I didn't feel it. And even though Seth's speed was still far too high for me, my will not to be left behind was somehow stronger. Seth saw my inner fight and supported me and the development of my new mental power by all means.
"Come on. You're going to make it. You don't wanna be a pussy-boy or cunt, you wanna be a man. I know you, the only thing you want is recognition from the big mates with big tools, right? Stick through this then!," Seth screamed at me, but still in a joking and supportive manner.
We made the 7.5 miles in less than one hour and then directly went back to the center, which on Sundays only opened at 12 noon time. So we still had more than two hours.
When we got there, the first thing Seth did was prepare my shake and my energy drink. When I looked through the center, I saw that a professional cleaning service had just started with its work already at the bar and concert area. It was really quite a mess that the brothers had left there. The staff appeared to be very busy. It was also good to see how friendly these guys were treated by all the brothers. This was very much different from my own family background, where especially my mother was very keen to keep a strong social distance towards people from the working class even though she always claimed that she wanted to help them. Seth and the others however just treated these people from the very beginning cordially, friendly, and with great respect; and the people also felt it. And even though the entire brotherhood did not consist of the most orderly people, everyone tried to help the cleaning staff wherever possible. It showed that Seth's constant reminder that "WE`RE THE TRUE PROTECTOR OF THE WORKING CLASS" was much more than a mere phrase.
"Yeah, it's Sunday. On Sundays the whole place gets cleaned up, also the apartment upstairs. Otherwise we would end up as pigs in total chaos," Seth joked.
"Wow, so the brotherhood doesn't need to take care of that? I hope they don't clean up your room too much because I like it there as it is. And I like the smell of you," I replied with a somehow dirty grin.
"You're a little pervert!," Seth laughed out loudly. "But be sure, they know not to touch any of the stuff in my room. And the good thing by the way is also that the service is also taking care of the fridge. They're filling it up regularly with the stuff we need. They`re really nice."
"Wow, that's really awesome," I said. I was close to asking who paid for all this, but meanwhile I knew that those questions could bring Seth quickly into an outrageous mood and myself into a lot of trouble. It was always Seth's decision whether he wanted to tell me something or not. Back then already I had learned to accept this.
"Let's go into the boxing ring now and start with your real training. Come on!," Seth instructed me. Before we started, Seth turned on some good RAC music that brought us into the right mood. One song was called RUNNING DOWN THE ROAD FOR FREEDOM, which soon became one of my favorites. One part of the lines which got stuck in my mind and expressed my own feelings back at the time better than anything else went as follows:
Don't stand in our way.
Hear our words and you better believe `em
`Cause we're here to stay.
Well if you throw enough shit, some of it sticks,
Some people got sucked in by lies.
Don't take us for fools we know your tricks,
Can see through your disguise.
Been through the mill we have survived,
This bond just makes us stronger.
Makes me glad that I'm alive
Now tell me do you have the hunger!
In my mind I repeated these lines during my heavy training again and again, also to overcome any remaining restrictions and limitations that I possibly still had due to my stupid and worthless education. All I wanted was to get away from any senseless political correctness, be truthful, and develop into a true skin fighter. And it was amazing to see how normyl my new routine and daily rhythm had become since I had joined the brotherhood. There was absolutely nothing and no one that felt better.
When my session with Seth started, I had brought myself into the right outraged mood. And it was good that this time the kickboxing class was much harder than ever before. Seth started his lecture by saying:
"Listen, in our training there are basically four types of strikes that you need to learn by heart: category 1 is the strike that everyone knows and that basically is a punch with no real effect except for a slight shock on your opponent's part. It's more or less a mere show-off. Category 2 is much more interesting, 'cause they are the strikes that cause severe pain, but in reality do not harm your body. So your mind perceives the punch different from what it really is. Category 2 is extremely valuable, because it means sheer terror. And as you should have learned meanwhile, terror ...," Seth was looking at me a little amused and waited for the answer.
"... always works. I know, brother, I learned my lesson. Were these the kind of strikes you used with Chris-Boy and myself?" I asked.
Seth nodded and then added with a grin:
"Well, in your case I was close to switching to category 3, but your innocent baby face somehow kept me from doing it. Anyway, category 3 stands for strikes that can, but do not necessarily, cause pain. Their primary goal is to harm your body with a long-term effect. And to be complete, category 4 are the absolutely lethal strikes. You will learn your punches in every category by heart, I'll make sure of this personally, believe me."
That said, Seth started with the training. He used a puppet made out of special wood with a layer on top that reacted like human skin. That puppet was connected to a computer that measured exactly the force and intensity of my punch. And he went through every category with me, except category 4. Even though it was hurting like hell and Seth gave me one of the hardest times in my life, I loved the training. Again, all this appeared so powerful and also so masculine. And what was even more astonishing about myself: the more I grew into the brotherhood and the more my looks changed into the picture of a real jock and skin brother, the less I had any feeling for female company and the less I felt attracted to women at all.
I seized every word of Seth's explanations and the tips he gave me to make my punches more targeted and powerful. After some further 30 minutes of training, I stopped for a bit and asked Seth:
"When do you teach me category 4? I also wanna know about this."
"Brother, what's happening to you? Only days ago you acted like a wimp and now you wanna know already about lethal strikes. That's a little early, don't you think?" Seth was laughing at me.
"Anyway, Chokee. Knowing the technique of these strikes also means responsibility. You may be surprised to hear this from me. But I can control myself."
"Brother, of course I know that. You really seem to have everything under control. But don't you trust me?," I replied.
"Trust is good, control is even better," Seth said and laughed out loud.
"But anyway. One step at a time, brother. Be sure, the brothers and myself will show you everything at the right time. But this of course also goes along with your mental training. Next session with Lars by the way will be tomorrow afternoon. And now practice your punches again and I measure the striking power. Come on, do your absolute best!"
I did further punches and Seth at least was not completely unsatisfied.
"Your left-hand strike has a power of almost 150 kilogram. That's not too bad. Of course we need to double this in our further training effort. But at least you don't start from a cunt`s level," Seth told me and laughed again.
The training went on and Seth continued explaining every detail of a punch and telling me when I had to move and when my fist or foot had to meet the target part of my opponent. I really admired Seth, because I couldn't have had a better teacher and motivator. This brother can provide either heaven or hell to you, I thought to myself. And I was lucky enough that Seth had put me into the first category.
When the training was over, it was already past 11 o'clock. Seth told me that we should go to the sauna to recover. We went in and sat next to each other.
Suddenly Seth looked at me, put my hand on his tool, and said:
"Come between my legs and play with my tool. You know exactly what I like. And I need relief. NOW."
Immediately I did as told. And even though I knew meanwhile pretty well what Seth expected from me, every time it was a fascinating experience again and I felt that I got better and better at it. Being possessed by a complete alpha like him is a really unique experience already. But this combined with the feeling that you're protected by him and that he cared for you, was just mind-blowing and immediately brought me to the edge. It made me realise once again how lucky I was.
Seth had closed his eyes and, typical of him as an alpha, was completely focused on himself. He held my head firmly, but not with violence.
"Chokee, you've become a real beast. You just know how to treat my tool," Seth moaned.
When I started stroking his balls with one hand, Seth got even wilder and began to move his lower body up and down. Simultaneously he was twisting my nipples with his hands.
"You've become a true cocksucker. You're now totally into it. You're my boy. Only I know what you really need and where your place is!," Seth screamed. I just loved to hear what he said and how he said it.
It didn't take long anymore when I could sense that the cock in my mouth was ready to explode. Seth started moaning heavily and used a lot of dirty talk to prepare for his shoots. And as usual his grip got tighter. When he came, he made sure as always that I swallowed and drank everything until the very last drop. For some reason, this was an absolute must for him and he would have gotten really outraged, had I spoiled his cum. But fortunately I could keep everything. After that and some additional recovery he gave me a sign to come closer to his mouth and then he gave me one of his unique, very intense and possessive kisses. Again I felt like in heaven.
"Youre really a quick learner. Youve become an absolute pro now and really make me crazy. It`s not many people who can do that,", Seth said to me with acknowledgement and gave me a thumbs-up.
He looked at me quite amused and then said:
„Should you ever be in need, you could work as the perfect whore."
When Seth saw my shocked reaction to his comment, he kissed me aggressively again and was happy to see that my cock had meanwhile grown to its full size. He touched it with one hand, which sent waves of pleasure through my body.
"Good that you like this, mate. Youre a real man now. But you know that this is not the right time for you to come. You have to stay aggressive and on alert. Well take care of you later!"
We left the sauna, took a quick shower and went to the bar. Lars and Phil were there already since the center would open in only 15 minutes. I had my energy drinks again and one fruit bowl with oatmeal. We joked a lot and as usual I just felt unbelievably good in this masculine atmosphere. After another five minutes Seth looked at Lars and Phil and said:
"Well, time for us to open and start with our shifts. And you, Chokee, will take care of your pet. Understood! Believe me, there's a lot of education to be done. This guy is a natural liar and has no values whatsoever. At least not yet! Selling drugs and someone else`s body makes him a moral pig. His greed for money and his style of making money are one of the most disgusting things. So be strict with him and educate him! If at all, there's a long way for him to go."
Lars intervened:
"Well, at least, he was not so stupid and tried to escape. He's sitting on his mattress and is waiting quietly. But of course you're right, brother. This guy needs heavy education."
I laughed at both, gave them a thumbs-up, and then left to go upstairs to continue my education of Chris-Boy. At this point I was still convinced that I would achieve quick and substantial progress. Only later I had to learn my lesson.