A Rapid Change in Lifestyle

Dear Nifty-Readers,

I hope that all of you had a good week and that your interest in Chokee's ongoing development is still strong. Thanks once again for all your positive feedback on my previous chapters. Now Chapter 24 is out.

First, our Chokee, with his new outlook, will be introduced to the mysterious owner of the Martial Arts Training Center. But even more important, he now will have the privilege to spend one entire day with Tom, 'cause Seth and Lars have some outside tasks to do and Tom got the assignment to take care of Chokee. Tom, with his raw fighter mentality, will turn out to be a huge challenge, but also a huge turn-on for Chokee. So let's see whether Chokee will be able to accept the strong personality of another brother as his new temporary leader and whether he can get the maximum out of this.

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And now please enjoy Part XXIV, hopefully still with the same hot feelings of adoration for our hero and for the other skin brothers. Also for this chapter I suggest that you leave your zip open right from the beginning and in thought join the brothers.

A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 24: An Eventful Day with Tom (Part 1)

I slept through without waking up. Shortly after 5am Seth pushed me slightly and brought me coffee and my shakes. Meanwhile I really understood what great symbolic meaning of acceptance and sympathy this daily procedure must have had for Seth - for Seth really knew a lot of things, but not serving other people; rather he was used to the complete opposite. As soon as I opened my eyes, I looked at Seth's beautiful face and wanted to do it all again. But I knew meanwhile that all initiative, especially for something emotional like kissing, had to come from him. It appeared that Seth was again one step ahead and did his mind-reading again. At any rate, he came close to me, made my hand touch his crotch - where I could feel that his tool was half erect as usual - and then gave me an aggressive and passionate kiss.

"Seems that youve gotten pretty much used to your morning ritual, huh? Little Chokee wants to have an easy start into the day. Anyway, you know already that you will do your morning session with Tom, right? Hes a great and very skilled guy. But dont think that youll have an easier time with him regarding your training. Hes one of the toughest and, if attacked, knows very little or nothing about remorse and compassion. I want you to pay extra attention to him, understand? When you come back from running, the three of us will have one coffee, but then I have to leave together with Lars. I told you already that I dont know yet when we`re going to be back tonight."

He took one further sip from his coffee and started to smoke a cigarette. He also offered me one, of course with the clear expectation that I should also have it. Naturally I followed, also because starting the day with a cigarette and smoking in general had meanwhile become something like a ritual which I liked a lot. Seth had told me earlier that as long as I didnt exceed half a certain maximum number a day, which was dependent on my weight and fitness level, and as long as I didnt become mentally addicted to it, smoking was fine. He also said that smoking was not only a symbol for the brotherhood, but also something that our ancestors did. And since he hated any form of modern senseless trend of total abstinence, he just loved even more provoking other people around him by smoking cigarettes. Later I learned that he sometimes used this on purpose to start an argument with someone he considered an asshole right away - of course with serious consequences for the opponent, once the fight started. Seth told me that the trick to avoid any addiction to smoking also was to have longer periods - like two or three days in a row - where you didnt smoke at all. I followed this advice and up to today it has been working perfectly and didnt intervene at all with my body condition.

"Ah, before I forget, I have something for you", Seth said and handed me one brand new cell phone.

"Use only this from now on and throw your old SIM-card and your own phone away immediately. From what I learned, this one is totally safe and any form of spying on your data is technically almost impossible. Learn your number and the functions by heart; it's really a good machine. I need to get a hold of you at any time. And when I`m saying at any time, I really mean at ANY TIME. So always have it with you! Clear?"

I nodded and then stuttered:

"Seth, how can I thank you for everything? I wouldn`t know ... I mean ...life without you and the brotherhood ... it's just impossible to even think now. It's just a great feeling to be part of something bigger."

Seth smiled, paused a little, inhaled deeply, and then said:

"You pay me and the brotherhood back solely by your truthfulness, your loyalty and your absolute readiness to fight for each one of us. I told you you get the same in return. More I don`t expect. And now, stop being a drama queen, finish you shakes and move your lazy ass immediately. Tom is waiting already in the kitchen."

"Brother, just one further thing, `cause I just wanna be sure and on the safe side: am I allowed to fool around with Tom the same way as I can with Lars and Phil?" I asked.

Seth looked at me, this time with quite an amusing smile:

"Oh Chokee, your cock addiction is causing troubles again, huh? I noticed already the other day that youre fascinated by this brother and his defined body, huh? Well, he truly is impressive, you will learn even more today, I guess. And getting back to your question that I had answered already before by the way: yes, if you want, you can fool around. With the usual limitation that you dont come. That`s reserved to me and Tom knows about this too."

After a short pause he continued:

"Hey ... and even though repetitive, I appreciate that you asked again. Indeed I would have been a little irritated if you hadn`t. Shows again that you take your commitments seriously. And by the way: it'll soon be time again that you prove your gratitude and loyalty to me. But that's something that will stay exclusively between me and you, clear? And now out of this fucking bed immediately!"

With a grip that I hadn't known so far, Seth went with his arms under my shoulders and made me stand up. It didn`t hurt, but my body had to respond to the unexpected movement immediately. Amazing!

Quickly I put on my running equipment. This time I decided for a white muscle shirt showing a scene of some scum running away from a group of skins. And below the picture there were the words IN capital letters:

YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN NEVER HIDE FROM US!

Seth fortunately approved my outfit and when we went to the living room, Tom was already waiting and smoked a cigarette. He wore red shorts with the logo of the MARTIAL ARTS TRAINING CENTER and running shoes, nothing more. With his dark eyes, his black hair and his unique body, where every single muscle appeared to be trained, this was just an overwhelming morning view for me.

"Ah, here is our young recruit. So, were having the full day to teach you something. I guess you know already that your afternoon session with Lars will be postponed to tomorrow. So youre under my sole control for the entire day and you will do what I say." Tom smiled, but was also very firm when he said that. I didn`t know immediately how to respond.

"Anyway, we start with our morning run. Only thing is, this time it`s going to be 10 miles, so a little longer. You take off your shirt before we start and put it in your shorts, clear?"

He paused for a moment, looked at my shirt a little closer and then smirked:

"I like your outfit. So leave this thing on and take it off, if it gets too hot for you. Ok? And when we come back, we`ll have breakfast. And thereafter your two killer sessions will start. Clear?," Tom said.

Seth waved us a short good bye and we went to the main door. I hadnt expected that Tom would give me a slightly better time compared to Seth when it came to my training. But I also didnt expect the opposite, which however turned out to be the case. His training method appeared to be different, because at least at the beginning it was not so much about motivation, but about making clear what level I still needed to achieve and how far away I was from that at this very moment. Tom ran like crazy and when I was close to stopping, he came back, put one hand on my shoulder, and shouted:

"You dont wanna be a pussy. Keep on running. All this is not a family trip, you understand. Its about converting you into a fighting machine. And believe me, therell be no mercy. Or do you want me to tell Seth that youre still a wimp?"

I didnt know what to say, I was just completely out of breath. But it also became clear that Tom pushed all buttons. The last thing I wanted was disappointing Seth or giving him any reason to believe that I didnt fit into the brotherhood. So mentally I tried to push myself into a completely different gear where pain and loss of any energy didn`t exist any more. I just focused on breathing properly and tried to follow Tom. This was exactly the attitude that Tom wanted to achieve and when he saw that I was bringing myself into this level, he suddenly became enormously supportive.

"I love to see that. Bring out your whole fucking fighting spirit! Don`t be a sissy or a wimp!"

What he didn`t do was lower the speed. His entire intention and purpose was to bring me to the absolute edge. And I on my part was willing to do this. My time that I had already spent with the brotherhood helped a lot, because my mind was now in a state where I told myself one thing again and again: Giving up or disappointing the brotherhood was never an option. During the last twenty minutes of our run I followed Tom's advice and, even though it was cold outside as usual for this time of the year, I took off my shirt.

More dead than alive I came back to the center. The entire 10 miles had taken 80 minutes, a result that was at least not completely embarassing. Tom, who had run all the time in front of me, was already waiting at the main entrance. When he saw me completely out of breath, he hugged me and said:

"Not too bad, brother! We still need to raise some potential, but really not bad. Come on now, lets have breakfast at the bar. Im proud of you."

While hugging me, I couldn't hold back and smelled his body. And also Tom's man scent was extremely masculine and agreeable. So I closed my eyes for a short while and was taking a deep breath through my nose several times. Tom caught me quickly, smiled, and gave me a friendly slap on my face.

"Pervert! But you'll get more later. Let's go now, the others are waiting!" he said with a dirty grin.

When we were walking to the bar, one thought crossed my mind: the more I stayed with the brothers, the clearer one thing became to me. Each of them seemed to know exactly the thin borderline between motivation and absolute destruction. And dependent on who was in front of them they were crossing this area back and forth. Again I felt proud that each of them tried very hard to get the right fighter spirit and attitude into my brain.

When we came to the bar, I immediately noticed Seth. He was not alone, but talking to a man who was extremely well-dressed and probably in his mid-forties. The striking thing however was that this guy, who obviously did not belong to the brotherhood, still enjoyed Seth's highest respect. One could immediately see that from his body language. And since I have never seen Seth respecting anyone outside the brotherhood, the situation naturally caught my attention. Seth stood in front of the man, but his body language didn't express any form of superiority. He was listening carefully - so the entire scene was something that normally didn`t happen with anyone who was not a brother.

When Seth saw us approaching, he shortly raised his hand and made the man aware of our presence. Then he said,

"Its good, Sir, that you have a chance to get to know our newest member. Hes trying very hard to pass his training program and hes just my new man. Choke, may I introduce Mr. McKeese to you. Hes a truly good, if not the best friend of the brotherhood and also the owner and landlord of this compound."

I got immediately interested, took on my nicest smile (even though I was still out of breath) and while offering my hand said:

"Good morning, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you and I'm very sorry for my appearance. But the comrade and I have just come from running."

The man took my hand and smiled, looking in turn first at me and then at Seth:

"The pleasure is on my side as well meeting you. Seth has told me already quite a lot. He said that you are close to becoming something like a miracle of transformation."

"I truly hope so. I just don't wanna disappoint anybody," I replied.

"Very good so, I like to see this attitude. Seems that the more sadistic training sessions with Tom help to get the right attitude. How did he do by the way?," Seth asked.

Tom briefly looked at me and then said in the brief and concise manner that was so typical of most of the brothers:

"He's trying hard and doesn't give up. A true fighter spirit! That's at least something to start with!"

"I really like to hear that. With Tom you obviously show less resistance," Seth laughed heavily and gave me a dirty look when saying that. Then he continued:

"Well, brothers, Mr. McKeese and I still have some things to discuss. Why don't you grab your breakfast upstairs and after that get down and start with your program. By then we're done. And Choke, I told you that Lars and I'll be back later tonight. But you sleep in our room and wait for me there, clear? And look at your cell, in case I call? Last: I put some reading stuff on our bed. If you want, get through this during lunch break. Ok?"

I shortly nodded and, since this was a hidden order, Tom and I immediately left and went upstairs. I felt happy that Seth in front of other people treated me with so much respect. He referred to me as "Choke" and not any more as "Chokee" and even more was talking about "our room" and "our bed," which showed that his sacred room had also become my territory. He also tried - not always successfully - to control his commander tone, which was something that I knew demanded a lot from him. Seth was just used to giving short orders all the time, which the others had to follow. All that confirmed that he really cared for me, since I had become someone special to him.

Upstairs I had my oatmeal bowl with fruits, eggs-white, my energy shakes and coffee. Tom almost had the same except he went with tea. We sat down for a moment just to recover. Then I started talking:

"This Mr. McKeese seems to be very nice. Do you know him any better?"

"He's our landlord and always keen that we have the latest equipment in the center. He's extremely generous and nice to the brotherhood .... well, he also can be, 'cause he has a shit load of money and most of all also shares our values. But we help him too. For instance when he had problems with his business partner a few months ago," Tom explained.

"How so?" I asked.

"Well, as far as I understood, at one time he had a problem with a co-shareholder or partner who refused to be bought out. After Mr. McKeese contacted Seth and we came in, he changed his mind quickly. And the terms of the arrangement also got better for Mr. McKeese. ... But listen, if you wanna have further details, you really should talk to Seth. After all, I don't wanna be the one who's talking about things you should learn about only later from him."

"I'm sorry, brother. I really didn't want to use you. It's just that everything is still quite new to me. And of course I wanna know a little more when I'm introduced to someone new," I replied and was scared that Tom would report to Seth (which however I knew that he would do anyway).

While listening to Tom, I could well imagine Mr. McKeese's former partner running away like crazy after 'meeting' Seth and the brotherhood. I was sure that thereafter McKeese could have offered any price to buy him out.

"I know, comrade. But you will learn rather sooner than later anyway. Soon you're going to be sent on your first missions. But for that we still need to turn you into a true fighter, right? Pretty similar as it was with me."

When saying that, Tom gave me a hug and, as done before, he paid attention that his fingertips were constantly touching my neck and my face. This felt really good and shortly I closed my eyes. I already felt my dick growing. When Tom noticed how much I enjoyed this treatment, he got up from his chair, got behind me and was hugging me with both of his huge arms from behind. Then he spoke into my ears:

"Many questions, huh? Trust us, you're in good hands and you'll know by the time when you're supposed to know. When I was in your shoes about five years ago, I basically knew nothing."

"How was it, Tom? How did you come here? Did the decision come from you or was the brotherhood actively looking for someone?" I asked.

"The brotherhood is never actively looking. It's an honor to be accepted and it takes really hard efforts. This is an elite troop with an enormous striking power and therefore it's only very very few who make it. I came here five years ago, when I was pretty much the same age like you are now. I was an extremely unhappy kid. My mother remarried when I was five years old, they got another child, my stepsister, and as you can imagine, from that time on there were two classes of kids: my stepsister who was absolute number one, and myself who counted nothing. I hated home and I hated my mother to let all this happen. So I got into real bad company and started taking drugs and also selling this stuff. I had no values and also no daily routine whatsoever. It was around that time when the Martial Arts Center opened and since I lived close by, I had a closer look. I got to know Seth, Lars and Phil, but Seth didnt show any interest in me. He told me straight into my face that I was taking drugs and when I denied, he just grabbed my arm and showed me the spots where I had injected. It was so embarassing and Seth called me a loser and a disgrace in front of everyone. I think it was Lars who suggested that they could at least use me as a towel boy. For that I had to promise to stop all contacts with the drug scene and former friends immediately. I was allowed only to connect with my new environment. Believe me, this was the hardest time in my entire life... and I'm not only talking about my physical withdrawal. The only thing that kept me alive was the will and desire to earn the respect from the brotherhood and that was truly hard work. Seth didnt even look at me at the beginning and only after one month, when the other brothers confirmed several times to him that I kept my promise and was not on drugs any more, he agreed to train me once a week. And believe me, this was ten times harder than what I did with you this morning. I guess you know meanwhile that Seth is completely different with you. I really dont envy you for that, 'cause I like you a lot... all of us do. But its the truth and you know it. In my case, however, it was pure challenge from his side, he only stopped one millimeter before breaking me completely. And even then he didn't motivate me much but just said that I needed to try harder next time."

"Wow. This is an amazing story, I really love to hear it. But you have to admit that also in my case it was not that easy and only pure fun. After all, I was on Seth`s killing list at the beginning."

When I said this, Tom was taking a sip from his coffee and then a deep puff from his cigarette. Thereafter he started laughing heavily.

"True, brother. Im giving you a hard time, huh? Maybe its also that Im a bit jealous. But believe me, I like you a lot, cause youre a really nice guy who can be shaped into the right direction. And Seth did so much for all of us, so he truly deserves someone on his side whom he likes .... I mean, also as a man. And anyway: after this rough initiation, Seth, also in my case, turned out to be the greatest support for me that you can think of. He and the other brothers transformed me into the terror machine I am now. And the same will happen to you. Only difference is that you also have my full support, so youre a bit luckier."

When Tom said that into my ear, all of his upper body was touching mine and finally I could also feel his huge half-erect dick pressing against my back; and of course it was growing quickly. Both of us hadn't taken a shower yet, so his man scent was overwhelming. When Tom noticed that I didn`t retreat and for sure also saw that I was developing a full hard-on under my shorts, he even intensified the body contact and told me into my ear:

"Were going to have some fun today. I know about the rules and limitations that Seth has made for you and well of course stick to them. But first you will move your lazy ass now and we will start with our morning session down at the center. Your constant horniness is no excuse for neglecting your program."

Once again it was amazing to see the self-discipline of all the members of the brotherhood. Obligations and daily routine always came first. And still, even after fulfilling all their tasks, these warrior machines had enough energy left to fool around and live out their masculinity.

The two of us went down to the center. It was 8:30 meanwhile and, since it was Monday, the place would open at 9. When we came downstairs and passed the bar area, Seth and Lars had already left. Instead we met Phil who was preparing the place for the opening. On one stool at the very left side, I also saw Liv, the girl whom he once in A while accepted as his girlfriend... or better as his cunt. Phil had obviously called her to drop by and you could see from her face how happy she was to be close to him. She waved us a short and shy good morning. I have to admit that I didn`t like very much seeing her in the center. Maybe it was that deep in my mind - due to my strong sense for masculinity or, as Seth would call it, my cock addiction - I considered the center as a kind of reserved place for the brotherhood. Still, on the surface, I remained of course friendly and waved back. As if Phil had guessed what I was thinking, he told me after greeting us:

"Liv just dropped by after I called her this morning. Since I didnt have time for her over the weekend, I needed to see how my girl was doing. But just so you know: she wont stay overnight, `cause I have some other stuff to do ... Maybe also with you." He gave me one of his killer smiles and then went on:

"In any case, Tom and you have a good training session now. Come back here after you`re done."

Immediately I sensed that, by saying this, Phil wanted to give me a signal that he was available in case I needed him later on. And I also knew from the way Liv looked that she learned about this only now for the first time. But still she didn`t oppose, but just nodded. Again I thought, how well Phil had his girl under his control. Back in my old life, this would have never worked with Cindy.

Tom and I went to one of the boxing rings and then our training started. And again, Tom turned out to be an even harder instructor than Seth. He was constantly watching my moves and also measured the force of my strikes. Whereas Seth focused more on those strikes that caused maximum pain, but were relatively harmless in their effects, Tom quickly went beyond this level. He told me with a grin:

"Listen, I always give my opponents the option to retreat. If they dont take it, they have to live with the consequences. Then I'm free to do whatever I want. Its as plain and simple as that. Only killing them would require a little more."

And then he showed me the body areas where the strikes could cause real damage, such as chin, kidney, rips and of course the forehead. When demonstrating by which strikes you could hit your opponent best by complete surprise and leave him completely defense-less, Tom said:

"When hitting those parts, the minimum force should be at least 150 kilogram, that is your strike must feel like as if a weight of 150 kilogram hits the body of your opponent. Actually, that`s not so difficult when you think of the magnifying effect of your boots. I heard you already experienced this during your unique reunion with your mother and the cabinet, right?"

Tom laughed heavily when mentioning the incident with my mum, which he learned from Seth. Then he went on:

"You only have to pay attention that youre not hit first. So self-defense and misleading your opponent about where you would hit first are absolute key. What you have to learn is that you never ever look at the body part which you wanna hit before the actual strike. Look somewhere different and leave your opponent completely in the dark. I know its easy in theory, but so hard in practice. But we'll go over these situations again and again. Ill film you and then were going over your mistakes."

Tom took a wooden puppet that was covered with a layer that felt like human skin. The puppet was connected to a computer by which the force and the spot where my hit met the body were measured. It was an extremely hard experience, 'cause Tom made me repeat certain types of strikes and punches up to ten times. I was getting out of breath, but Tom couldn`t care less.

"You`re not a wimp or some other scum, are you? Get your ass up and repeat the strike immediately and this time do it properly, you hear me?" he said.

Of course I followed and tried to correct my mistakes so that Tom would be pleased. The information and background knowledge that Tom provided were extremely valuable. But it was also quite hard to swallow and digest this so quickly. I tried my best, but still of course made mistakes, which Tom almost immediately tried to correct.

"You must be quicker ... Make your moves more targeted ... Dont look at the target area ... Cover your own weak parts and retreat, you dont wanna get hit by the enemy ... Try to keep your body moving!"

The different orders came out as nails and it was hard to follow all of them simultaneously. During the entire training also Toms voice appeared to have changed; it was metal-like and didnt show any emotions, but only devotion to one thing, which was the improvement of my fighting skills. Only when I got completely out of breath and for a moment couldn`t go on anymore did Tom change. He got closer to me, put his arm on my shoulder, and spoke directly into my ear:

"You`re doing great, brother! Much better than I was doing when I was at your stage. But you have to work harder. Eliminate all your mental limitations and doubts. Become a real fighting and terror machine. You can do it!"

This motivation helped a lot. The only thing I wanted was completing my training session successfully and to meet Tom`s standards. So I brought myself over the edge and just continued practicing my strikes and punches without thinking about my own condition. And fortunately the results on the computer showed that I was doing better.

Seths boxing sessions normally took between 45 minutes and one hour. With Tom I was only done after more than 90 minutes. I was exhausted, I felt like my entire body didnt exist anymore, but I was happy ... happy that I made it to the end and that Tom was pleased with me. Tom also showed his pride and congratulated me:

"Really well done brother, you didnt break down. Seems that youre a true fighter!"

At the end of the session, he led me to a big video screen in a separate area and gave me a video to watch where they displayed different fighting scenes from real-time events. It was really good and pleasing to see these skinhead fighting machines and how these guys brought their opponents down who at the end of almost every scene were only pleading to stop. All the scenes were supported by heavy RAC music. One song was called FACE TO FACE by the band AGGRESSIVE FORCE and the song really fit perfectly the content of the video.

In my heart a fire burns

Too strong to ever die

Keep fighting for the order

And a new day shall arise

If I die in battle

On this holy night

Take this sword from my hand

And carry on the fight

Now here I stand

Face to face with the enemy

Everyday is a struggle fighting to succeed

Never give up and never give in

Stick together, fight to win

Never loose faith and never back down

Smash our enemies to the ground

What I didn`t know back at that time was that the video also contained short sequences with hidden messages like FIGHT FOR YOUR HONOR, STOP THE ENEMY, SKINHEAD THE ONLY WAY OF LIFE, or WE HATE SCUM. Later I could learn many times how efficient this method worked also on other people. It's a perfect way to convey certain messages without the receiving person even realizing it. After about 30 minutes the video was done and I could feel that my aggression level was now on the very top. I just felt great. Shortly thereafter Tom got back, smiled, and said while looking at my crotch:

"Well, lets hit the steam room now. After all that heavy training its time to get clean. We didn`t have a shower this morning yet and now we really got a bit stinky."

"It's strange, but after this video I like it this way and most of all I like your man scent. And the video really got me going. I would really love doing the same stuff now! I feel like a boxer or formula 1 driver shortly before his operation starts," I replied with a grin.

"Pervert! But I promise, your time will come soon. But for now move your ass!" Tom ordered and we left to the center`s changing area.

Indeed I was quite stinky after all this physical effort. So the shower we took really had a good effect on us. When we went to the steam room thereafter, there were already other brothers in there. Tom and I greeted them cordially and soon an informal chat started about the center, workout techniques, and the latest events in the skinhead scene. They also briefly talked about Paul, the guy who had betrayed the brotherhood. Tom said he was sure that Seth wouldnt leave it as is and that soon there would be a heavy kickback. More out of instinct I didnt ask for any further details, 'cause back at that time and completely different from nowadays I didn`t want to know about any further actions. We left the steam room after about 20 minutes, had another shower and went upstairs.

"I need to get changed now. Why dont you come to my room? You havent seen it yet, have you?" Tom said with an inviting smile. So naturally I followed him. While walking, we also had to pass Phil`s room, where the door was half open and heavy manly moans were coming out of there which completely drowned out the girlish whispers of pleasure. Immediately I knew that Phil was fucking Liv heavily. Deep inside I got a little annoyed when hearing this. The good thing however was that even from these short sequences one could immediately gather that Phil had the absolute control, 'cause he was saying things like:

"Come on, bitch, turn around. I wanna have you from behind," or "Take the cock of your master deep inside you," or "Focus only on your master. Make me happy, that`s what you were born for. Don't be a selfish bitch!"

All this was not in particular violent, but at least it was clear that it was only about Phil`s pleasure and relief as he got closer and closer to a heavy orgasm. I didn't know why, but for whatever reason that calmed me down a little and I truly hoped that Phil as promised would make Liv leave immediately after he was finished with his thing.

When I entered Tom's room, I noticed that, quite typically of him and different from Seth, his place was in an exceptionally neat condition. There were posters of different fighting scenes on the wall and the books he read were exclusively about sports, physical fitness and martial arts - again different from Seth who also read a lot about history, philosophy and in particular right-wing ideologies. Tom got out of his shorts and put on dark green camouflage combat pants. While he was doing this, I could also get an idea of his observation skills, `cause he suddenly said:

"You don`t like cunts around this place, huh?"

I must have looked quite astonished and embarassed, because he continued:

"Well, one just had to watch your face, when we were passing Phils room. Seems that you get jealous or at least annoyed whenever a cunt gets a brothers cock."

Tom laughed loud, when he saw that my face was blushing a little.

"Come on, brother, its ok. Everyone here knows already about your cock addiction. But that doesnt change a thing about our respect and loyalty for you. We accept how you are as long as you accept our values."

He gave me an affirmative hug and his words indeed felt like honey and also had a strong calming effect. Then I started to explain:

"Tom, I dont know whats going on with me. You know, in my old life I had a girlfriend and I really didnt have a lot of man-to-man fantasies; indeed, only a few once in a while, but I think that is normal. But since I came here, I just enjoy the pure masculinity of the brotherhood. This really gives me an enormous kick and helps a lot to break with my old life completely. But whenever I see a woman, its that I get reminded of my old life, where my mother basically took all the decisions for me. Does this make sense?"

"It does. And dont talk about women, when youre among brothers, talk about cunts, clear? And also accept the fact that all brothers here make a clear difference between the comradeship, loyalty and mutual respect which you can only have among brothers and mere fucking-around. I guess, almost all of us fool around with each other. Therefore you can have this special bond with almost everyone of us. But only a few are as one-sided as you are... or, as Seth would call it, as cock-addicted as you are. But again, no one blames you for that, its perfectly fine. And believe it or not, its maybe also one reason why Seth likes you so much and changed his original idea."

"How so?" I asked and immediately got interested.

"Well, outside the brotherhood, Seth used to be nothing but a fighting, war, and terror machine. For a long time, he just didnt care what would happen to his opponent. When someone crossed his way and didnt pay him the respect that he deserved, I mean this guy was lost. I know that Phil and Lars sometimes suggested to him to show a little more mercy, but mostly it didnt work. He didnt change his mind and for his opponent there was just no way out."

After a short pause he continued:

"Or look at my case. I always showed him the greatest respect you can think of and still it took months until he began to accept me at least a bit. And you can believe me that he gave me quite a lot to swallow before that. Can I ask you something?" Tom asked.

I nodded and then he went on:

"Is it true that right at the beginning he gave you a chance to escape and made this offer sound real? Lars and Phil told me something like that."

I tried to remember that horrible first night and then said:

"I believe so. But I mean even without the others I wouldn`t have had a chance against him anyways. And I was unable to move. You can imagine that he just scared the shit out of me."

"I know. But still with all others he would have never made such an offer. I believe that he liked you right from the beginning and that is because he saw your cock addiction and so excused the fact that you didn`t have control over your cunt. What was her name again?"

"Cindy," I answered. "And please don`t remind me of her. It makes me feel very unmanly how she used to treat me."

"Its ok, brother. You wont see her anymore. By the way, she can be quite happy that Lars was sent on this mission who`s definitely more gentleman compared to me. Had I been there, my hit for sure would have been much harder," he laughed again when saying that.

At one point I joined his laughter, because thinking of Cindy when she got this unexpected slap had meanwhile become a slight turn-on for me and made me forget about what this cunt Liv currently was doing with Phil.

"Oh Chokee, it seems there is still so much fighting going on inside your head between your old and your new life, huh? Let me tell you that with Seth on your side nothing can happen to you. Hes a great guy and sacrificed almost everything for the brotherhood. Theres not a single brother who would not accept his absolute leadership. And this is also because he always produces results. He hates stupid talks or discussions but merely focuses on the necessary action. So youre in safe hands. Just dont disappoint him, cause then he would get outraged. And believe me, you dont wanna experience that."

When saying that, Tom came closer again and put his hands on my shoulders. We looked shortly in each others eyes and from the way Tom looked I could see some desire for lust and pleasure. Then I looked down and saw that his crotch had been growing already. Before I knew what to do, Tom pressed me down on my knees. Now my eyes looked straight away to his crotch and I could also smell his manliness again. I couldnt hold myself back anymore, but shortly closed my eyes and got even closer so that I could sniff the man scent in his crotch area.

"Oh boy! Believe me I know what you need and what youre dreaming about. Open my pants and then show me your appreciation! After all youre receiving a first class training from all of us. So it's time to show some gratitude also to me, don't you think? After all, I'm the last one after the three other brothers anyways who's getting a piece of you. So make it up for this delay!" Tom said with a devilish smile.

I opened the buttons of his combat pants and since he didn`t wear any underwear, his cock sprang out immediately. I took his tool into my right hand and was stroking it for a while.

"Come on, take my dick into your mouth and show me your blowjob qualities. They should be really first-class from all what the others say. So you better be good because my expectations are high. And don't touch yourself, you understand. You know where Seth had set the limits."

I really tried hard to give my best now, also because I was indeed thankful for all the valuable training that I had received. I still couldnt believe that I got this all for free. So I took his entire tool into my mouth and since I had meanwhile gotten used to XXL-sizes, I didnt have any real problems swallowing it.

"Yeah, Chokee, swallow it! Do what your name already tells, and make me happy. Come on!"

Meanwhile, Tom had really gotten into it. He held my head firm in his hands and by his body movements also controlled the speed of my sucking. His natural dominance was overwhelming and came very close to the one of Seth. On the other hand, just as Seth, Tom had himself perfectly under control and did not behave cruel or hurtful to me (even though I just knew that in general he loved doing this to others). He knew that through his dominance he was an enormous turn-on for me and so he was living his dominance in every move. Then Tom also started to moan heavily.

"Fuck, this is great. Youve become the number one cocksucker within no time. Far better than any cunt, if you wanna know. Its really true what the others say. Go on and bring it to an end. Ill shoot in your mouth and youll drink it all just as you're used to. Understand!" Tom screamed.

You may believe it or not, but I was very proud of this kind of compliment by the other brothers. I wanted them to know that I could do a much better job than all the stupid skin girl groupies hanging around.

I thought again how similar Seth and Tom were in their controlling manner. But I didnt have a chance to think quite long about it, because suddenly Toms entire body began to shake, he grabbed my head even firmer, held it so that I couldn't move at all, and then he shot his entire load into my mouth. And of course, like Seth, he made sure that there was no chance for me to escape and not to swallow all of his shots. During his shoots I could also feel the pure strength in his whole body. Fortunately I was able to handle the whole task successfully so that Tom, when gaining control again, looked quite pleased at me.

"Wow, this was amazing. You're a hell of a brother and really know how to provide relief," Tom said, then made me stand up again and gave a very intense and dominating kiss. After a short pause and while putting on his pants again, he went on:

"You don't have a bad conscience, right? We sticked exactly to what Seth explicitly allowed us to do. But it's even different indeed. I'd say that as long as he maintains the absolute control, he very much insists on his closest brothers developing and maintaining a strong bond with each other. And one way to support this is of course also having a blowjob session with each other. It's almost a must!" Tom laughed when he said that.

"No, it's all right. Seth told that also to me several times. And I like you a lot, Tom. The support you provide is so valuable to me," I replied.

Now Tom got even closer, gave me another aggressive kiss and thereafter hugged me.

"You're a good brother. We all trust you. Come on, let's have lunch now."

It was now past 12 o'clock already. When we went to the kitchen, we had to pass Phil's room again. Tom hugged me shortly and whispered into my ears:

"Don't worry! It's only a cunt. I'm sure she'll be gone by tonight. But at one point you will also need to know how to treat a cunt ... I mean at least for reproduction purposes."

I looked at him and must have looked a little disgusted. 'Cause when looking at the expression of my face, he started to laugh. In the kitchen we prepared some chicken with vegetables and rice and we also had some shakes. While preparing the food, Tom gave me some valuable information on food supplementation and told me a lot about the different ingredients like creatine, arginine and various vitamins that I was supposed to take in addition to my regular meals. We then had our lunch, which was again simple, but delicious and healthy. Afterwards we had a coffee and both smoked a cigarette. During all that time one could feel the strong bond between us, even though we didn't talk much.

At the end, I took a deep puff, exhaled and then said:

"Tom, can we start with the second part of my program at around 2pm? I still need to recover a bit and also Seth gave me some stuff that he wanted me to read."

Tom nodded and replied: "I'd say, 2:30pm is also fine. So, go to your room and do your necessary stuff. It's quite good, I also have some things to do. I waved a short good bye, left for Seth's room and, different from the normal rule, closed the door. When smelling Seth's man scent in the room, I started to miss him immediately. I took the blanket from the mattress and then brought it to my nose. I closed my eyes for a short moment and took a deep sniff. Then I repeated this procedure with one of his pants that I found on the ground and where I particularly sniffed the crotch area. Having Seth's body odor around me of course gave me an immediate hard-on. While still day-dreaming, I felt something vibrating in the pocket of my shorts. My new cellphone rang and the display indicated that it was Seth. I answered immediately.

"How is my man doing?" he asked without greeting me formally.

I told him about my training with Tom and also about the action that was going on directly before lunch.

Seth laughed and said: "So after all this, our Chokee is going beyond his limits, huh? You didn't come, right?"

"Of course not. I know the rules and I stick to them. And also Tom would have never allowed it," I replied immediately.

"Very good then. Listen, I'll be back only later in the night. I told you already that I want you to wait for me in our bed and nowhere else, clear? I don't know why, but somehow I miss you already."

The last sentence felt like honey on my tongue and I replied: "I miss you enormously, too. And of course I'll wait for you in your bed. I'm now in your room and, when you called, I was just about to start reading through the material you gave me," I said.

"Good. Because after all, becoming a true fighter also requires at least some brain. It's not only about muscles and fucking around. And by the way: it's our bed from now on. Whatever both of us do during the day, you will stay nowhere else during nighttimes from now on, is that clear?"

"Of course, brother! I can't wait seeing you again. And I'll wait in our bed for you; I can smell you already, when taking the blanket or your cushion under my nose. And to be honest, I was sniffing one of your pants, when you were calling."

"Pervert!" Seth said. he laughed loud and hung up.

I continued to lay down on the mattress, was once more sniffing his man scent and then started to go through the materials that he had prepared for me on the chair, consisting of various book excerpts, magazines, or even single copies. Everything he wanted me to read was marked. A huge part was about the ancient and modern Shaolin Temple and the philosophy behind it. In the materials it was described very vividly that the martial arts training was an integrated part of their daily routine and also of their philosophy. The control these monks had over their bodies and their endurance was just incredible.

Another part of a magazine was about the strength of one's belief and how such belief could actually change the existing fundamentals on which our world is based. One comment, which Seth had written by himself on the margin of one page, struck me immediately. It read as follows:

"Mere belief of only a few people with a strong mindset* will make the world crumble down, if the underlying cause finally brings justice to the masses.*"

When I looked at this remark again, I also started to admire Seth's handwriting, which was very defined with each letter appearing like a nail shot on the paper. His handwriting, I thought, fit very well with his personality.

There was also a huge part of the material dealing with the missing moral compass in our present society, where values and virtues didn't mean a lot and basically everything was only measured in terms of money. It was very vividly and logically described that such a society was not a healthy one and that it was fundamental that values like honor, respect, national pride and the symbols supporting these ideas needed to be restored urgently and that those fundamentals needed to be completely independent of any financial considerations. To support these ideas, they also referred to a new writer named Jack Donovan who had only recently obtained enormous popularity among right-wing groups and who strongly called for an era of new masculinity. I screened his website and got even more fascinated. When holding one of his books in my hand, I could also see on one of the first pages that there was a handwritten note by him for Seth that ended with the words "To one of my best brothers and comrades!". So it seemed that the two men knew each other well.

All of what I read and saw made a lot of sense to me and so my views on our existing society, partially also subconsciously, were more and more changing. I could understand now far better the ideals and values for which Seth and his brotherhood stood and were actively fighting. To me it started to make a lot of sense that really radical changes with a new spirit of togetherness and solidarity were necessary. To be sufficiently prepared, I marked certain parts that I wanted to discuss with Seth in a different color with my own pen. After more than one hour of intense reading, I couldn't help but nature demanded its right. I closed my eyes almost automatically and quickly fell asleep.