Dear Nifty-Readers,
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 21 is out. Chokee is more and more turning into a real dominant beast. Seth is watching this development with quite some pride, but also must make sure that his absolute leadership is never at risk. This is quite a challenge, but Seth makes sure that Chokee, under his guidance, continues to try out his new personality on the necessary education of Chris-Boy. Chokee originally assumed that this would be an easy task and is more and more confronted with the fact that the kid is a much more complex case to be educated. But with his ultimate goal in mind that he wants to become a true skin fighter, giving up is never an option.
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A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 21: No Business as Usual for A Sunday: The Start of Chris-Boy's Education (Part 2)
When I came to the room, where Chris-Boy was, I saw him still sitting on his mattress. As told he had cleaned himself and now looked a bit better, at least on the outside. When I entered the room, he looked at me, but didn't get up. That made me angry right away and I could feel how different my way of thinking had already become. I didn't want to appear nice anymore, first of all I wanted to have respect, especially from a fucked up person like Chris-Boy. Also, with all my training, diet, and lifestyle, my general aggression level was up now. And also, I hated the idea that the kid was treating me in any way different from Seth whom he obviously feared like shit. Had Seth entered the room, the boy would have jumped up right away, So I was waiting for the next chance to demonstrate to Chris-Boy the hierarchy that from now on he had to accept.
I looked sharply into his eyes and then took a seat on the only chair in the room and spread my legs. Only after some minutes of silence, and after inhaling deeply from my cigarette, I started with the conversation: "Tell me about you! Where are you from? Where do you live? How old are you? Are you still going to school?"
Chris-Boy obviously couldn't believe what I was saying, 'cause he expected something completely different. Then I discovered a great relief on his face, 'cause he expected that the conversation would go much nastier. He tried to give me an innocent smile and then started to talk:
"Well, thank you for asking. My parents are doctors and for sure they're waiting for me already and worry a lot. I also have a brother and a sister. Maybe you remember them from the time when we first met. I will start university shortly, down in London. And then ..."
Completely unexpected for him I had jumped out of my chair, then gave him a heavy slap on his face, turned him around so that he fell on the mattress in face-down position. After that I held my right knee on his back so that he couldn't get up anymore and took both of his arms in my hands. Then I pressed his arms upwards. As a reaction he screamed like an animal. Seth taught me this technique and said that this was one of the most efficient ones with the least necessary effort. With my mouth I got very close to Chris-Boy's ear. HE was now whimpering like a baby:
"Listen, you stupid fuck hole. Stop telling lies to me. I know everything anyway and every comrade here does. And I know that shit like you has problems telling even one true word. But believe me: should you ever lie to me again, the other brothers will take over. And do you know what this means? Believe me, you won't get out of this without me any more. I'm really your last resort and your only friend now. So, do you want me to leave?" I shouted to him.
My complete conduct was quite strange. Not only did I like my new aggressive style, but it also made me quite hot. While I was sitting on Chris-Boy's back, I got a huge erection. And not only this, but I also made Chris-Boy feel it, because I had changed my position and was lying on him with my full body weight. And knowing that the boy could feel my full-size tool made me even hotter.
After getting over the first shock, Chris-Boy started talking again: "Please let me go. I'm sorry. I did not want to hurt you. It's just that I feel embarassed. Please, it hurts, get off me ... I'm doing everything you want me to."
I now pushed his left arm even a little further upwards which made him scream like a cat. Then I spoke into his ears:
"Listen, stupid cunt. You called me sissy-boy when we first met at the lake, right? ... Well, your sissy-boy will tell you something about rule now: Rule 1: When I or a brother comes to the room, the first thing you do automatically without even thinking is get up and salute us properly. Rule 2: You address us as brother or comrade. That's an honor for you, you stupid cunt. Rule 3: You never lie. Just assume we know anyway. And when we find out, your punishment will be ten times harder than you can imagine. These are three simple rules. Did you understand them, asshole?"
"Please. Why do you hate me so much?" Chris-Boy was crying now.
"I'm not interested in your girlish outbreak. Did you understand and will you obey those rules?" I shouted.
"Yes, of course. I'll do anything ..."
"Stupid. That's not the right answer. Think before you open your stupid mouth!" I got even more aggressive now.
"Yes, brother. I will comply with the rules and I'll do everything the brother will ask me to do."
"Then repeat them!" I screamed.
"I will get up and salute whenever a brother comes in. I will address everyone of you as brother or comrade. And I wont't lie to you anymore."
"Liar! You don't really mean what you were saying. Shit like you has no honor. Again you're promising things that you do not wanna keep," I barked at him. Chris-Boy, as a reaction, was now only whimpering, 'cause he didn't know what to do anymore to make his pain stop. Then, suddenly and for him completely unexpected, I let his arms free and said:
"But ok, for now relief is granted." Chris-Boy was still lying face-down on the mattress breathing and crying heavily.
"Stop now! Get up and be the fuck quiet! Or do you want me to start again?" I asked.
Once more I made his ass feel my semi hard-on and then I got up and helped Chris-Boy a bit, but only as much as it was necessary so that he could move his ass. First, he wanted to sit down on the mattress again, 'cause he was pretty weak. But when he saw that I remained standing and after giving him only a slightly sharp look, he immediately followed me.
How right Seth was, I thought to myself. What amazing results sheer terror can produce, just phenomenal results. I handed him the fruit bowl, from which he ate a little and waited some further minutes so to increase the tension even more.
"I will ask you now the same questions again. If I get only one little lie as an answer, the other brothers will take over. Clear?"
Chris-Boy nodded and one could see the fear in his face.
"Where are you from? Where do you live? How old are you? Are you still going to school? And last: where do you have the money from to wear such expensive clothing?" I asked. The questions to him came like nails in a police interrogation.
I knew that Chris-Boy wouldn't dare any more tell me lies. So he started with the orphanage, that his parents were missing, but that they never showed real interest in him. He told me that he was 15 years old and that the orphanage had an integrated school but that he didn't go there regularly.
"Be very careful now with what you say, mate. Who are the guys that you were with at the lake? And how can you make a living with all the expensive stuff you're wearing?" I continued the inquiry and looked sharply into his eyes.
Now the panic with Chris-Boy started again, maybe because he thought that we were hired by some of his victims. His fear to get beaten up more, if he told the truth, and not knowing what we would do with him brought him to the edge. So I could see tears in his face. And the short breath started again.
"Listen. I'm not interested in your girlish behavior. I'm only interested in hearing the truth. You want me to call the other brothers?" I went on and got louder again.
"No, please don't! I did a lot of bad things, I know. But I just wanted a better life. There is no other way for me to get money," he said.
"Stop telling shit. Again, what kind of bad things are you doing? That's your absolutely last chance. I will call the other brothers now." I couldn't believe listening to myself when all the words came out from my mouth.
"I'm stealing things. I'm dealing with dope too. And we're also blackmailing others so that we get some income." HE mumbled and started crying again.
"That's not all. What else is it that you started doing lately?" I asked.
Chris-Boy looked at me and couldn't believe how well-informed I obviously was.
"I'm also selling sex now. We have some girls at the orphanage and they are offering those services. But they're doing this voluntarily." Hr tried to scream these words out, but couldn't because of his short breath.
I gave him another slap in his face, still hard, but a little softer compared to earlier on, 'cause I didn't want him to lose his consciousness again:
"Bullshit. Don't give me this crap. You're an awful person and not interested whether someone is doing something voluntarily. You're scum! You only want the money. Right?"
He was completely broken now and just nodded.
"Kneel down!" I ordered him. He followed immediately.
"I want you to repeat now the following words: I am an awful person and a worthless piece of shit. I'm nothing but scum. I hurt a lot of other innocent people. Repeat this!" I shouted.
Chris-Boy looked at me, but any form of resistance had completely left him. The only two things you could see in his face were fear and hopelessness.
When he didn't respond, I pulled his hair - which was still far too long - and then the ordered words came out like nothing: "I am an awful person and a worthless piece of shit. I'm nothing but scum. I hurt a lot of innocent people!"
"You will say this three times in a row now. And loud and clearly."
Chris-Boy obeyed immediately and then there was complete silence in the room.
"Get up again. I will leave this room now and talk to the other brothers about what to do with you. And you stay here and keep completely quiet. Clear?" I said.
"Will you kill me?" he asked.
"Depends on what the brotherhood decides. Plain and simple." I replied, left the room and locked the door again. The whole thing had taken about 20 minutes ... 20 minutes of constant stress for Chris-Boy.
I went back to Seth's room and was quite proud of myself. When I came in, I was surprised to see that Seth - now in full gear - and Lars were already waiting there. They had a big smile on their face.
"Well done, comrade. You really seem to learn quickly. This guy seems to be completely broken now. That's a good basis to start," Seth started the conversation.
"Yes, for a beginner you have already developed strong mental powers. Congrats on that one!" Lars supported and gave me a brotherly hug.
I was still surprised, but then had an idea and asked: "The whole room is bugged and taped, right?"
The two nodded and Lars said with a smile on his face: "Trust is good, but control is even better. You did a perfect job. So, don't worry!" Lars gave me a huge hug.
After a short pause Lars added: "Listen, comrades, I need to be back to the center pretty much immediately. Let's have lunch in half an hour or so. Ok?"
Seth nodded and Lars left again. Thereafter Seth turned his eyes to me again, gave me an acknowledging smile and then after a short pause said to me:
"Chokee, it's true that you did a great job. You're really turning into a super-aggressive fighter brother! But there is something that you need to prove as well and from what we discussed over the last few days I'm not entirely sure."
"What is it? Did I do something wrong?" I asked and looked a little shocked, 'cause ultimately I never really knew completely what to expect from Seth.
"Well, it depends on how you gonna behave in the next minutes. What did I tell you about the brotherhood?" Seth asked with a smile in his face and puffing deeply on a cigarette.
I started to get a better idea about what Seth meant and instinctively kneeled down between his legs: "Brother, I really have accepted meanwhile the law and order of the brotherhood. You are THE absolute top. You're the absolute leader and my only authority. Whatever you say, I will do. I'm your faithful follower."
Seth liked what he saw and led my head to his crotch. Again I could smell his beautiful man scent and got excited immediately.
"Well, Chokee. Before you go after my cock, show me that you accept my dominance and absolute authority! It shouldn't be mere words. You should know meanwhile how to do it."
Of course I understood and went down to his boots to lick them clean. In addition I used a towel to make them shiny again. While I was doing this, Seth had already opened his jeans and was jerking off a bit. When I was done and Seth was satisfied with the result, he grabbed my head firmly with his hands, and led my mouth to his cock. Immediately I took his tool into my mouth and started with my blowjob treatment. After only some minutes, he started to moan:
"Oh Chokee. You're just a dream sucker. You know how to give pleasure. You better accept your place and my control once and for all. I'll always own you, you're mine, understand?"
I looked at him and, while keeping his tool in my mouth, I nodded immediately. Seth looked satisfied and, after making sure that I didn't touch myself, closed his eyes again. Being the alpha that he was, he now fully focused on himself. He of course controlled as usual the speed of my sucking by keeping both of his hands firmly behind my head. His mouth-fucking of me became now rough and raw and Seth used a lot of dirty words.
"You're just born for my tool. That's what you're determined to do. No matter what happens, you'll always remain my sucker boy. I'm on the top, and you're the bottom. Is that clear?"
Again I tried to nod, but when I felt that Seth wanted an answer, I shortly took his cock out and replied obediently:
"Yes, of course, master. You're my leader. My only task is to obey you."
Seth smiled when hearing this, but kept his eyes closed. Without looking he grabbed my head again and pushed me back to his tool to continue my blowjob.
It didn't take long anymore. I just knew that Seth was about to come any second. And when he did, he was again screaming and moaning like a maniac. He left a huge load in my throat and was satisfied that again nothing got spoiled.
"Good that my boy knows how to take everything. You're better than any cunt," Seth said and laughed.
Thereafter Seth made both of us lie down on the mattress. He hugged me intensively and gave me a kiss that was as always breathtaking. He smiled at me and said:
"Seems that you have understood what all this is about. You'll make it to the top level of the brotherhood."
Then we had a short recovery nap.
"So what are your plans for your new pet?" Seth asked me while having a deep puff from his cigarette, which he thereafter shared with me so that I also inhaled before answering to him. We were still lying on the mattress and Seth had one arm around my shoulder.
"Well, one thing's for sure: after today's performance, I scared the shit out of him," I said, while taking another deep puff. "But to avoid cops and extensive search, I say we send him back to the orphanage by tonight and order him to come back sometime next week. And then he can start as a towel boy at the center. As you said he will start his career here on the very low end and then he has to work his way up. He will have to prove that he's willing to change. Either he'll make it or you take over. And I think he has an idea of what the latter means." I started laughing heavily as well.
"You seem to have become quite familiar with the way we normally handle things here. So you also know that you're quite an exception," Seth replied and gave me a kiss on my head. "Anyway, I agree with your proposal for now. Let's tell him before we go back downstairs. Remember, you still have your afternoon program and thereafter we will go to Lawrence, the ink man. Your transformation must continue."
When Seth said that, he had an admiring look at my SS-tattoo at my neck. The tape had been off for quite some time now and it really was great. I was proud that now I had the official stamp of the brotherhood.
"Lawrence as usual did an excellent job," Seth commented and gave me a friendly slap on my neck. "But now let's move our asses and go. Chokee, you're going to wear your running shorts only. YOU'RE going to be topless again. But before you do let's pay your pet a visit."
We went to Chris-Boy's room, unlocked the door again and went in. It was good to see that when he saw us, he immediately got up. IT was now the form of a military salute and that's exactly what I expected. When he saw that Seth and I were coming in, you could see from his face that he was expecting the worst. I waited again for some moments to increase the tension and then started to talk:
"So we came to a decision. What part do you wanna hear first, the good or the bad one?"
"I ... I don't know. But please don't hurt me anymore," Chris-Boy whispered.
"Well, the good news is that you don't have to die ... at least not for now. You should be thankful to the brotherhood for this gratitude. But on the other hand, after all the awful things you did - the stealing, the blackmailing, and the selling of sex - we have to change your character COMPLETELY 'cause you're a worthless piece of shit and mere scum. You know that meanwhile, don't you?"
While I was talking, I went closer to him so that he could hear and also smell my breath. Simultaneously, Seth also approached him.
"Answer me! Do you know that you're scum?"
The panic in Chris-Boy again led to the expected reaction. He again kneeled down - even though he was not asked to do so - and then started crying: "Please, brothers, I know this was not right. But what should I do? I'm completely on my own and no one's helping me. Can you understand that I'm pressured by everyone around me?"
"That's no fucking excuse. The brother wants to hear what you told me before. So I won't wait for long," I said with a threatening voice. Chris-Boy had his face directed at the floor now and said quietly but still in a way that we could hear it:
"I'm a worthless piece of shit. I'm scum."
"Good that you know your place and value," I said after a short pause. "But anyway. There will be a long way of redemption for you, believe me. But if you make it, you'll have a clean and straight-forward character again. And if not, then there will be no you any more, understand? You're starting here with us as a towel and cleaning boy. If you do your things well, then let's see whether there can be a positive turn in your life. You start on Wednesday at 2 pm sharp. The afternoons and the weekends are fully reserved for your tasks here. We will completely reeducate you," I said in my commander voice.
"But I don't know how to get here and how to get away on the weekends," Chris-Boy intervened.
As a reaction I grabbed his head with both of my hands, pulled on his hair, and made him stand up. He screamed a little out of pain. But then he listened when I spoke quietly into his ear: "That's alone your fucking problem, asshole. In the brotherhood we are only interested in results, nothing more. So find out by yourself. ... Of course we can handle this case also differently. The alternative would be that comrade Seth will take over. He'd be happy to do so." I had a devilish smile on my face when I said that and also Seth stood now directly in front of Chris-Boy.
"I'd love to handle this thing differently," Seth said with a devilish smile and a threatening tone in his voice. "Would be quicker and more efficient." Then Seth started laughing.
"No, please no. I ... I'll take care of it, really, believe me. Trust me, but no more beatings, please."
"Ok, good to hear," I said. "And finally you repeat again your proper self-description. And this time I wanna hear every word loud and clear. I want you to say 'I'm a worthless piece of shit and I will be fully committed to my reeducation program to become a better person.' Say it now and while you say it, you don't look at the floor, but straight into my eyes. I must see whether you're honest with me."
The fear in Chris-Boy was just too strong to show any more resistance. After a very short pause he repeated every word that we wanted to hear looking at me and Seth with broken eyes.
"Good," I said with a sharp tone. "Now let's do the following: we need to go out for a while. You don't fucking move from here. When I come back, the two of us will talk about all the details of our arrangement, understand?"
Chris-Boy nodded and said almost automatically: "Yes, brother!"
Seth and I then left the room again and locked the door. Shortly thereafter Seth gave me a huge hug and whispered into my ear words that felt like honey:
"I'm really proud of you. You'll make it to the absolute top here, I'm sure of that."
We went to the kitchen, where we prepared a quick lunch, a chicken burger with salad. I also prepared a third plate. When I was done, I went to Chris-Boy's room, unlocked the door again and put the plate on the ground. Chris-Boy again stood up immediately. You could also see the desire and appetite in Chris-Boy's face. He hadn't eaten real stuff for more then 24 hours. So he must have been starving.
I came again very close to him so that he could feel my breath. "Honestly. When I look at your character, you wouldn't deserve one spoon of food. But we're generous here. If you don't cooperate, also this privilege will be gone. Clear?"
Chris-Boy nodded. I walked around him and positioned myself again so that his back could feel my crotch and my half-erect dick.
"Didn't we agree already how you will address me and how you answer questions? Does your stupid brain forget so quickly? So don't move, only turn your head to my eyes and then address me properly," I said with quite some anger in my voice.
Chris-Boy did immediately as instructed. He turned, looked at me and said: "Brother, I have fully understood. Thank you for everything."
I put one hand on his shoulder and with the other one I shortly touched his crotch making it look like an accidental move. But I could feel that he had no erection whatsoever. He was just too scared and too exhausted, I thought to myself back at that time.
"You have a very long way to go!" I said and with this comment I left the room again.
Seth and I then finished our lunch and after a further 20 minute break and my usual shakes and energy drinks turned to our afternoon program. It was meanwhile shortly after 2pm. We went down to the center. Lars, Phil, Tom and most of the brothers had already been there. The center was well attended around that time and also the beat of the heavy RAC music was just awesome. It really kept me going and I felt empty meanwhile when I couldn't listen to it. They were playing a song of STEELCAPPED STRENGTH called Wake-up Call - a song that later became one of my many favorites - and the refrain went like this:
THIS IS A WAKE UP CALL FOR YOU WHO STAND IN SILENCE!
IT'S TIME TO GET UP ON YOUR FEET!
WE'LL FIGHT THE TERRORISTS THAT EMBRACE OUR LAND.
WE STAND UNITED AGAINST THE SCUM, WE PLAY THE WINNING HAND.
I got immediately excited and motivated for my training.
First, Seth made me run on the running machine for 40 minutes. He had put on the interval program consisting of different intensity periods which made it necessary for my body to adjust to any given speed quickly. Thereafter, he continued with his kickboxing class. When I had to repeat what I had learned before, Seth obviously was satisfied.
"You seem to be a quick learner. Your strikes have become more focused and intense. Give it another month and I wouldn't want to get hit by you, especially not when you're wearing your boots. Also seems that your aggression level is picking up considerably. All good," Seth told me.
I followed a lot of different new exercises, this time targeting the proper use of my legs. Seth showed me how to perform different kicks which for the opponent would come as a total surprise. It was fascinating to see that it was doable to strike out your opponent with only one proper kick. So if done properly, the effort really could be kept to a minimum.
During all my training Seth was the perfect motivator and mentor. He inspired me by the words he spoke into my ears, by his body language and last but not least by making me feel his half-erect tool AT regular intervals. I meanwhile just loved these kind of turn-ons and Seth of course knew about it. When we were done with the training and he could see the desire in my eyes to feel his cock once more, he came close to me, made my hand touch his crotch and then laughed heavily. He looked at me and said:
"You're a developing into a real whore. That's not too bad, but you must also control your sex drive. Use it in the first place to strengthen our cause. Ok? Fucking is good, but also combine it with other things. And now let's prepare your last shake for today at the bar, then you'll jump to the steam room. Thereafter we'll need to go to Lawrence and continue with your treatment. He's already waiting for us."
"Will you join me in the steam room?" I asked with a shy smile.
Seth laughed again heavily, gave me another firm hug and said: "You're just impossible, brother. Let's see about that after you had your drink at the bar!" Then he gave me a firm slap on my ass and also made my hand touch his crotch again. it was good to see that Seth was still hot for me.