Dear Nifty-Readers,
I hope that in spite of the currently difficult times all of you had a good week and that your curiosity in Chokee's ongoing development is still there. Thanks once again for all your positive feedback on my previous chapters. Now Chapter 28 is finally out. Chokee's transformation into a true fighter skin has become almost complete. Now it will be shortly upon him to train the younger recruits. But Seth of course needs to teach our hero a lesson that he doesn't forget who's on top. Our hero needs to understand that every brother is subjected to a constant testing of his loyalty - a training method that he will soon apply by himself. All this ensures that the brotherhood remains intact.
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And now please enjoy Part XXVIII.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 28: Maintaining Absolute Supremacy
Quite untypical of me, I woke up at around 4am on Wednesday morning and couldnt fall asleep any more. Seth on the contrary still slept deeply. After some further minutes I decided to get up, which took quite an effort since I had to free myself from Seths forceful grip without waking him up. I went to the kitchen, which at that time was still completely empty. I lighted my first morning cigarette, took a deep puff, and then made myself some coffee. In this totally quiet and relaxing atmosphere I was able to reflect a bit on my situation. And Jesus, did I feel happy! I was becoming part of the most exciting brotherhood I could think of. Seth was the best teacher, brother, comrade, and mate I could think of. My hypocritical previous life was fortunately over and the amazing thing was that I didnt miss anything or anyone from my old life at all. I felt like crossing or already having crossed a bridge to a completely new life, which was full of new opportunities and also new challenges; but I couldnt wait to finally get there. And last but not least also my sex life, which, apart from some wanking sessions, had been poor or almost non-existing before, had made a turn to the absolute top level - again thanks to Seth and the other brothers. I had overcome almost all of my former stupid restrictions, 'cause fucking and extended sex sessions were now an integral part of my new lifestyle. And even better, with Seth I could live out both my submissive and my dominant part. He was the creator of both sides and I had full confidence in him when it came to my transformation process, since he just knew which buttons to press.
On this morning I couldn't wait to see Chris-Boy so that I could dominate and treat the poor guy like shit. At the same time, only thinking of being completely in Seth's hand and being fully controlled by him also caused an immediate hard-on with me. Never in my whole life would I have believed before what enormous changes a good sex education can bring. Together with my physical and mental training, doing it six or seven times a day didn't turn out to be a problem at all. So I felt more manly and masculine than ever before; on the contrary, it just felt normal and good. It also didn't bother me at all that so far I had sex with men only. Rather, I thought that the constant presence of the brothers made me develop much quicker. Of course I knew that at one point I had to fuck women, too. But this felt more like an obligation and I told myself that I still had time for this. Since I could count on the help of Seth and the others, this wouldn't turn out as a big problem anyway, I thought. In any case, my cock addiction, as Seth called it, wouldn't suffer from this at all and I really liked it that way. Fortunately I had overcome all stupid bad feelings. So, when sitting in the kitchen on that specific early morning when it was still completely dark, I just felt fully satisfied. I just knew that under no circumstances was I prepared to ever give up anything of this again.
For a short moment I wished that my mother or Cindy could see me now and see how happy I was and how shitty their plans for my life had been. Little did I know that I would be confronted with one of these bitches rather sooner than later. Again I took a deep puff, had another sip on my coffee, and then decided to have an early run on my own. But before I made myself one of my shakes and also took my other supplements which, after being trained heavily by Tom, I meanwhile knew by heart.
When I crossed the hallway to Seths room to get my shorts and running shoes, I passed again Phils room. And it was good to hear that some heavy action seemed to be going on again between him and Keith. This kid was really overwhelmed and also couldn`t wait to be converted into one of us, I thought. What an amazing development! On the other hand I knew that there was still quite a lot of heavy work ahead of me; after all, this kid needed to be converted into a fully committed brother who didn't see all this as an adventure, but as a lifetime choice. For that, I was already thinking of the best and most effective ways to train and educate him. Needless to say, this necessarily also meant violence and the feeling of pain and insecurity.
I put on my running stuff and quickly left the house. I decided to take our usual 7.5 mile trail. The changes of my body and also my entire attitude had meanwhile been quite striking. My body and also my brain were now craving for physical exercise and whenever there was an interval of more than eight hours where I was not active, I got nervous and also developed a bad conscience. All that was the success of the training by Seth and the other brothers and I think, as someone wanting to become a true fighter skin, it's easy to understand how thankful and happy I felt for this. The run itself was no great effort for me any more. I kept an average speed of almost 9 miles per hour and I enjoyed the quiet landscape even though the temperature had become even more freezing. Needless to say, as it was still dark, I was completely alone on my trail and didn`t encounter anyone. Also the area around the little lake, where so much had happened already when I was running with Seth, seemed like completely lost and abandoned.
To push my motivation I had of course my earphones on and was listening to some aggressive RAC music. One song called HAMMER SKIN was one of my absolute FAVORITES, 'cause it provided this feeling of absolute supremacy. I pressed the repeat button several times, while partially singing and running simultaneously. The lyrics went like this:
All eyes are upon you, You're ahead of your time, You're a nation exile,
Hammer Skins on the rise. Fighting for true freedom, The salvation of your kind, Nothing can deter you, Hammer Skin Nation on the rise.
You've made your commitment, Your mission is defined, With your code of honor You're a Hammer Skin on the rise. All points of the compass, "It's the world this time," Europe and the rest, All Hammers combined. I know the secret and we have the key, The answer is clear, it's 'Proud Unity'.
When I got back to the house and opened the door to the apartment, I could see light in the kitchen. I went there and saw Phil preparing some eggs. He had only his shorts on and smiled immediately when he saw me:
"Hey, brother. Already up so early? It`s not even 5am yet."
"Yeah, I couldn`t sleep and went for a run. It really helped to straighten out myself," I replied.
We gave each other a manly hug and then I sat down. Phil handed me some coffee and we both lighted a cigarette. After a short break of silent smoking and enjoying the quietness, I started the conversation again:
"Seems that there was really some hot action going on between you and Keith," I said and pointed to the heavy stains of cum on his shorts. "I mean, when I look at this and remember your heavy moans, you two must have been active basically all night."
I gave Phil a dirty grin and inhaled again.
"You should really be careful, fucking asshole. First you drive out my cunt and then you make stupid jokes about my replacement."
Phil now looked a bit angry, so we got up from our stools and started some show fight by pretending to do some sumo wrestling. At one point, Phil grabbed me between my legs and suddenly the two of us were laying on the floor, myself on the top of Phil. We could now feel both dicks through our sweaty shorts; they were already half hard when I came to the kitchen, but now through the hot action that was going on on the floor, they quickly grew to their full size. This and the feeling of Phil's breath and man scent - he was still not showered - drove me crazy and so I tried to enter my tongue into his mouth and kiss him. Fortunately he responded and we kissed heavily. After a wild dance with our tongues which took some minutes, then, while I was still on top of Phil, I said:
"I'm really happy that you had fun tonight. I must thank you anyways that you took care of Keith yesterday. You know that Seth and I ..."
"... needed to fuck as rabbits," he immediately barked with a sarcastic smile.
"Yeah, I could hear that and I really don't wanna know what kind of things you were doing during the entire time when the bathroom was locked. I mean, it seemed like an eternity that I had to take a leak, but couldn't and had to wait. Have you ever tried to fuck someone's ass or mouth when you have to piss like crazy? It's virtually impossible," Phil went on, but now with a nicer smile on his face.
Suddenly, when looking at each other and feeling our erection, both of us burst out laughing like crazy. We just couldn't stop and gave each other friendly slaps on the face while we continued kissing each other and making the other one feel our tool that had become hard as steal. Already back then Phil's manpower that obviously existed under the surface of being the charming nice guy appeared overwhelming and irresistible to me.
Only when we smelt burned eggs did we stop and get up quickly again. Then we saw the black content in the pan, which smelt extremely bad. Phil started to swear heavily by using the words 'FUCK,' 'SHIT,' 'CUNT,' and 'BITCH' endless times. He ordered me to open the window, which I did. At the same time Phil tried to clean up the mess a bit and prepare a new omelette. I decided to help him and cut the onions. For a moment there was not much talk going on. It was now after 6am already.
Suddenly Seth stood at the door frame and after watching us for a moment waived good morning. I could see that he was a bit annoyed.
"I could hear some heavy noise coming out from the kitchen. What happened?" Seth asked and took a deep puff from his cigarette. And without waiting for the answer, he turned to me:
"And where the fuck have you been?"
I explained to him that I couldn't sleep, that I didn't want to wake him up and that I decided to do my run a little earlier. My commitment impressed Seth and so he seemed to calm down a bit. But after ending his cigarette he suddenly stood very close behind me and whispered into my ears so that even Phil couldn't hear:
"Next time you ask, ok? I hate not having your ass around me when I wake up. It frustrates me and then I have no control over my aggressions, clear?"
I immediately understood that this comment was half complaint, but also half compliment. So I turned round and replied:
"I completely understand. Please forgive me. I will not do that again."
Seth was pleased now and was rubbing his dick a bit against my ass and said:
"That's what I had in mind when I woke up. And you also need my manhood up your ass, don't you?"
He was breathing heavily for a moment, but then suddenly stopped and asked all of us:
"Where is our young hero Keith by the way? Dan is going to pick him up before 7. So he should be ready soon and also have breakfast."
He went to Phil's room to wake him up and only some minutes later a still sleepy Keith came to the kitchen to great us. Phil gave him a bowl of oatmeal with fresh fruits and a coffee so that the boy could revitalize quickly.
"You liked it with us, didn't you?" Seth asked.
"Oh yeah. It was the most amazing time I've ever had. I don't know how to thank you," Keith said. His voice was still more like the one of a kid, but, due to his beginning teenager years, it had already started to change.
'Poor boy', I thought to myself. You wouldn't say that if you knew already what's still ahead of you and all the brutal tricks that I needed to use to turn him into a true brother and real fighter. But I kept quiet of course, since I didn't want to scare him at this point already. It was still too early.
"Good. So you should go on with your training and should also convince your mates, right? How often do you want to do it?," Seth asked and, typically of him, it was more an interrogation.
"I would love to do it everyday, but I don't know how to tell my parents. If I could decide on my own, I'd give up all the extracurricular shit rather sooner than later and come here every afternoon. Wait a minute ... Dan's history class in the afternoon I wouldn't want to miss ... but all the other shit ... just fuck it. And yes of course, I will also tell my mates the same."
This straight-forward answer was to the absolute liking of Seth who put his arm around the kid's shoulder and said:
"We really like to hear that. Let's talk to Dan when he comes. Maybe he can help us one way or the other. But for now go to the bathroom and make yourself ready for school. Dan is going to be here in about 30 minutes only and he wants to see you in your proper outfit. Hurry up!"
Keith of course followed the order and left to the bathroom.
"This kid is amazing. So young, but also so determined to learn," Seth commented while sipping on his coffee and starting another cigarette. "We really must help that he can be with us as often as possible. He's real fun and by the way also a great multiplier for other younger men who want to follow us. The younger they are, the better."
Of course I agreed with Seth. We needed full control over the kid to achieve real progress.
"And he's also incredibly hot. In bed he's also so eager to learn. Never seen anyone who is more committed. I mean the last night with him was just incredible," Phil added. With a dirty grin and with an obvious gesture he tried to imitate Keith's sucking skills, which he had already learned from Seth and me before.
"One could hear that all over the place. I guess this must have been far better than with one of your cunts, huh?," Seth replied while showing Phil his middle finger.
"No comparison, brother, absolutely no fucking comparison!," Phil admitted and we all burst out into heavy laughter.
Then finally we saw Dan coming in. He was dressed in the typical highschool teacher style. 'Cause he wore long-sleeve, one could also not see his tattoos. Only when you looked at his short hair, his defined body and the determined look in his face, you could guess that this was not the typical highschool teacher you would talk to. But never ever would one have thought that a hardcore skin being the lead vocalist in one of the most prominent RAC bands was standing in front of you. Without doubt, the Dan that I got to know at Stealth back at the gig and the Dan who was now coming to our kitchen table looked pretty much different. And it was exactly meant to be this way. As a clear exception to the general rule that political correctness, manners and hiding truth were absolute no-goes in the brotherhood, Dan's professional appearance was perfectly accepted by all comrades and in particular Seth. Seth had already told me several times what a great guy Dan was and how valuable his contributions were for the joint cause - and this not only music-wise.
"Listen, this brother has always helped us enormously. He never betrayed anyone and he was always more prepared to take any blame on himself instead of damaging anyone else. The decision that he should become a teacher was jointly made and it turned out to be a huge success. With history and in particular physical education as his main subjects he is always close to the real trendsetters of almost all the classes. I mean, look at Keith and the others. And Dan has a natural talent, too, to influence - or call it manipulate - someone else's mind. And the best thing of course is that very often those kids become really open-minded to us," Seth had explained to me earlier. And of course I had to agree.
"How is it going, brother?" Seth asked when Dan came in and sat down close at the bar table in the kitchen while giving him a brotherly hug.
"Quite well. I had already some physical exercise this morning. But believe me, it's no fun to go to this school now and facing all this mainstream shit. The dean - she's a woman - keeps telling me again and again in the morning what new rules there are and what I should pay attention to. If you ask me, this bitch is just frustrated and in truth she just needs a real man at home who would really show to her what she's missing. Only problem is that no one dares, 'cause she also behaves like a fucking feminist. So maybe at one point it will be left to me to teach her a special lesson," Dan said and supported this by imitating some fuck strokes.
All of us at the table immediately started laughing heavily. Also as a clear sign that he was now among brothers, Seth lighted a cigarette and handed it to Dan who took it and immediately inhaled heavily.
"Great. That's really what I needed. So how is my favorite student doing?," Dan asked.
"Just incredible. He's so eager to learn and be among the best. And he also inspires his fellow students so much. He's one of the best recruits I've ever seen," Seth commented.
"Not only that. He's also eager to become a real man and absorb the skinhead culture. He's really fucking sexy," Phil said with the cigarette still in his mouth. I guess everyone at the table including Dan knew the true meaning of this comment and also grinned.
"I think he needs to spend more time with us. He really wants that, but he doesn't know because of all this extracurricular shit that's going on in your school. Can we do something about that?" Seth asked, thereby looking straight into Dan's eyes and clearly expecting some creative ideas.
After a short pause and a further deep puff Dan replied: "I would hope so. I mean, let me find a good excuse. I could say that he needs some serious private lessons on certain subjects, which wouldn't be a lie by the way. And the good thing is that Keith would cooperate, right? I mean, he wants that, doesn't he?"
"Like a rabbit wants to bump his female counterpart," Phil said and again everyone was laughing like hell.
"Well, brothers, let me think about something. I agree that there should be a way for all this," Dan continued after a pause.
"We're counting on you, comrade. Keith should be back here by Friday at the latest and maybe he can spend the weekend here or at your house or at both places," Seth suggested and made clear by this that he as usual expected quick results.
"I'll really do my best. But let's avoid suspicions at this stage, ok? Seth, I'll call you either today or tomorrow by noon time at the latest, Ok?," Dan replied.
Then Keith came in. He was freshly showered and wore his school uniform, which was already somewhat wrinkled. To me this was the first sign that he already started his transformation process and deep inside wanted to wear something else. But of course this was still early beginning. Keith was obviously still sleepy, but was happy to see us and Dan. Phil gave him a bowl of oatmeal with fruits and milk and also some coffee. When he heard about our plans, his sleepiness immediately fell off from him. His eyes got very shiny and you could feel his excitement. He couldn't wait for a final decision.
"Please, Mr. Meyers ... I mean, Dan ... I'll do anything to get a good training here. Seth, Choke, Phil, and all the others are just incredible teachers and the brothers have been so nice to me. And I'll tell my folks everything that's necessary for this plan," Keith said while swallowing his breakfast.
'Good that the kid doesn't know yet that this niceness will change when we start with the real program,' I was thinking to myself, but of course didn't say a word.
"Good to see that you liked it. And on the weekend by the way there will be another gig at Stealth downstairs. You wanna go?" Dan asked.
Keith nodded heavily and his eyes became even more glowing.
"Fine. But now let's go and be punctual at school. And get some of your wrinkles on your jacket and pants straightened out! We don't wanna raise suspicions at that point, do we? And this afternoon we're going to have a serious talk between two grown-ups. Because it's time that you'll make a decision about who and what you wanna be. All this requires serious commitment and total honesty from your side. Come on, get your stuff and move your ass!," Dan told Keith with his strict voice and Keith got up from the table and immediately followed.
At that point I also jumped up and went to Keith. In my hand I had a silver chain with a THOR HAMMER symbol as a pendant, which I got from Lawrence the day before.
"Look what I have for you. I know that you're very much after getting a tattoo or piercing yourself. But for the time being this should also do it. Go on the internet to find out about the true meaning of this symbol, but in any case it really stands for this brotherhood. So wear it until you'll see us again. Hopefully this will be very soon anyways."
I walked behind Keith's back and put the chain on. Of course I made sure again that he could feel my dick. Then I turned him round to see how it looked. It was meant to be a nice gesture and at this point I only needed Keith to feel that he could count on me.
When standing face to face, I slightly touched his ass and pulled him a little closer to me so that we could feel each other's dicks. From the glance in his eyes, I could tell that this was what he was waiting for all the time. Then he closed his eyes for a short while just to enjoy the moment more intensely. I knew that for him this was the absolute climax of his day and he wanted to do everything to prolong the moment. When the kid opened his eyes again, I smiled at him. I guess Keith quickly understood what I really wanted to say by my small gesture...
"I really need you," he whispered in my ears.
"You have me already ... more than you know. And now move your ass, Dan is getting nervous."
When saying that, I gave him a friendly slap on his face and also on his ass and shortly thereafter the two were running to Dan's car outside. Only very shortly thereafter Phil - who seemed to be a bit jealous because of Keith being so much focused on me in spite of all his efforts the other night - looked at us and said:
"Well, brothers. Since our smart ass already bitched about the stains on my shorts ... I'll go to the bathroom, have a shower and then you'll find me downstairs at the center."
Then he left and Seth and I were alone. For some minutes we said nothing, smoked and sipped on our coffee. It was now shortly after 7am.
"Brother, can I talk to you for a moment?" I restarted the conversation.
Seth inhaled and then said a little bit annoyed: "What is it?"
"It's actually two things that came to my mind."
"I hope for you that it's not one of your many unsolicited questions," Seth barked half ironical and half serious and took on a light smile in his face.
"I really hope it's not. I was just reading the stuff you gave me and I found again a lot that you wrote in Chinese. And so of course I wanna know how your experience in China was. You were just as old as I am now when you left for China together with Lars and Phil. And you stayed there for five years, right?"
"Almost. We pretty much focused on our physical and mental training and that was it. Nothing else was going on," Seth said and sounded a bit melancholic.
"Wow, so all of you were pretty much living the life of a monk? Amazing!" I replied.
Seth laughed a bit and then went on: "We were young, had no one, but only ourselves, and had experienced hell here. We were happy, believe me. Jeiling was the best comrade one can think of and he took good care of us. He trained us to have all the mental and physical strength that helps us now so much. And it was a hard training, believe me. 10, 11 or even more hours of heavy training. Only short breaks and meals in between. So whenever we went to bed on our wooden mattress, we really felt relieved."
"Did you develop your political thoughts there already? When did you start to transform into a skin?" I asked.
"You're curious like hell, Chokee. No one else normally dares ask me these intimate questions. But you also have guts. Ok, this is it: politics didn't play any role in China. It was just about training, getting over pain, and to develop the true fighter spirit of a Shaolin monk who in general is completely apolitical. Only when I got back and saw this rotten society with completely new eyes, my political thoughts developed. But that happened back then very quickly, 'cause it's obvious to me that this is a sick society that only deserves a revolutionary treatment so to eliminate all the sick parts that exist in it. And looking at my nature, you know that normally I believe in the most radical solutions. Only in some rare cases a milder treatment may be appropriate," Seth looked at me and grinned.
I smiled back and took a very deep puff from my cigarette. Then I said:
"Is it really true that you didn't have any sex life in China? I mean for someone like you this must feel like death, right?"
"Any more personal questions? You also wanna know about the growth of my tool since birth?," Seth said and looked sharply at me. But in the next moment he gave me a friendly slap on my shoulder and then went on:
"As I said, Chokee: when you come from an orphanage - and Lars, Phil, and I just had come from there - you're not so much interested in dick or cunt. You have a lot of issues to resolve and so first you need to focus on yourself so to overcome your pain and other hurtful experiences. That took almost five years in our case. And by the way: I know that you asked the other two brothers already the same question, right? So you also know that Jeiling didn't object when we were fooling around among ourselves. On the contrary, he supported that and said that this would help us staying focused. So we did quite a lot discretely and no one said anything. But our life as we're having it now only started when we came back here. And I don't think that a sick and rotten society like this one should have the right to tell me how, where, when or how often to use my tool. Plain and simple: this is my decision, and my decision alone. Clear?"
I nodded and knew instinctively that his willingness to answer personal questions was now over. So I didn't go on, but turned to the other subject that was bothering me.
"Seth, the other thing is that if you want me to have real authority over Chris-Boy, I need to fuck him and also come inside him." I said.
Seth didn't say a word at first, but kept looking at me with his steel-blue eyes. He then sipped from his coffee and only after at least a minute of complete silence he replied:
"You're asking much. Why should I say 'yes'?"
"Seth, you said that I should train Chris-Boy and either turn him into a good brother or tell you that he's just not worth being trained any further and then we'll find another solution, right? So I need to have authority over him. He must respect me ... no, there needs to be one step more: he must be scared of me. He must be as intimidated as I was when I came here. Please, you must understand this," I tried to explain.
"So you're not scared of me anymore?" Seth asked with a smile.
I knew that everything we talked about was extremely sensitive. One wrong word from my side could have resulted in a catastrophe. So I was extremely careful.
"I respect you, Seth. More than anyone else. You're the absolute authority for me. Whatever you say, I'll do it. You know that," I replied.
"Good answer, boy, good answer! Ok, so train the kid the hard way and try to turn him into a good comrade. And that for god's sake can also include fucking, coming, and all other educational tools you need. But everything only in one way, understand?," Seth said briefly.
I nodded and replied: "Brother, there's only one person who's allowed and really knows how to dominate me. And that's you of course."
"Fine. Now, let's get over this fucking talk and move on with some real action. Chris-Boy is coming at 1 o'clock, right? And you haven't moved your lazy ass since your morning run. It's time to start with your program now. Up and move your ass to the center," Seth commanded still in a half joking way.
We went downstairs and within a minute Seth turned again into my trainer who had absolute authority over me. We did free weights in the first part of our session and boxing in the second part. The only difference this time was that Seth was much harder on me. He almost behaved like Tom. Of course, he was still far away from wanting to destroy or demotivate me. But he did everything during the 2-hour training to show his total superiority. Especially during the boxing class his kickbacks were so intense that I fell several times and also got several bruises over my entire body including my face. Needless to say I was happy when it was over and could go to the bar to get my shakes and further supplements. Having a nice conversation with Phil really brought additional relief. But Seth didn't accept sitting around for too long, but said only after a few minutes:
"Chokee, go to the steam room and thereafter we'll have an early lunch upstairs - alone, understood?"
I nodded and retreated to the steam room immediately. I just felt that Seth was close to an explosion, if I hadn't obeyed completely. And I was not prepared for another volcano. But the fact was also that I still didn't know what to do against his outbreaks.
When we went upstairs, we talked only little. And also in the kitchen Seth's willingness to talk was clearly limited to what I was supposed to do to prepare the chicken salad. At one point I couldn't stand the silence anymore and started to speak out what was on my mind:
"Seth, I don't know what I did wrong. I'll do exactly what you're telling me. When you say to take care of Keith, I'll follow, when you want me to train Chris-Boy, I'll follow, when you tell me what to wear I'll wear it. What's wrong?"
"You're damn right, `cause you only exist because of and through me. I could destroy you within a minute and no one would object," Seth shouted and threw the salad bowl on the floor which broke immediately. Then he grabbed me, threw my entire body over his left shoulder and went with my full body weight on his back to his room. There he threw me on the mattress, turned me round with my face down. With one pull he lowered first my shorts and then his. Thereafter he made me stand up on four legs so that I was in doggy-style position. Then he got his own pants off within a second, kneeled down, and entered me from behind.
"You're mine, you understand. I created you and I control you, I'm your only master and authority. Say it! You better do as I say, otherwise you are dead," Seth screamed while he started fucking me with an intensity I have never seen before. I felt that this time it was only about demonstrating his power. He wanted to make clear that he was the only one for me and of course he wanted to test my obedience and loyalty. His strokes were becoming heavier and heavier each second.
I repeated everything that Seth ordered me to repeat and then moaned:
"Nothing feels like this. I wanna be in your hands only."
"You better follow, bitch. `Cause I'm sure you wanna survive," Seth moaned in a really scary tone.
Seth was now completely out of control. He was holding one of his hands in front of my mouth and ordered me to suck his fingers. Simultaneously, his fucking movements were now so intense that I had difficulties to remain on my four legs. So I used one corner of the bed to stabilize my position. I'm sure that for someone who didn't know Seth the whole situation would have been really frightening, 'cause at times it appeared as if he wanted to hurt or even suffocate me. Of course I trusted that Seth would still know the limits to which he could go damn well. Trusting him without restrictions really gave me confidence, even though for a short time, when I heard him screaming that he would erase my entire existence if I didn't obey, I got frightened myself.
Only a few minutes later Seth's roars became even more outraged and he shouted:
"Oh Chokee, I'm coming. Your ass is going to get filled like never before. Don't spoil one drop, I warn you. And don't dare come yourself. Your sole obligation is my pleasure."
"Please come inside me, brother!" I begged.
"FUCK, I'm coming, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Seth screamed only seconds thereafter so that most likely everyone in the apartment could hear it, since we hadn't closed the door. Seth had stopped his fucking movements, but instead made sure that his cock stayed deep inside my ass. Of course I could feel it when he filled my ass with all his delicious juice. We were both now kneeling on the mattress with our upper bodies in straight upward position. Because the feeling of Seth releasing his manhood inside me was so fucking intense, I closed my eyes and for a short moment it appeared to me that I would lose my consciousness.
"Please give it to me, brother. Please make me your bitch. Please fill me up with your man juice," I whispered almost silently.
When Seth was done after what seemed to have been endless shots, he didn't retreat. Instead, with his tool still inside me, he made us fall down on the mattress, with him and his entire weight on my back. He held me again very tight so that I couldn't move but was completely immobile.
Shortly thereafter, Seth lighted a cigarette and after taking one deep puff, he handed it over to me.
"Wow, Chokee. You really keep me going. I just can't resist your ass. And meanwhile you can also cope with my roughness, huh?," he said and looked into my eyes.
"Nothing and no one can compare to you. I just feel like in heaven," I replied while taking another puff.
After an intense kiss Seth looked at his watch and then said: "It's past twelve already. Let's finish the preparation in the kitchen and have lunch. And you're going to clean up the mess on the floor. After all it was you again who caused my outbreak, right? And then you're going to work on Chris-Boy's conversion into a good brother. I'm hoping for you that you'll be successful. Otherwise ..."
"I know, Seth. Believe me I feel already under pressure."
We both laughed and thereafter enjoyed our lunch.
"By the way, I checked with Lars. Seems that you're having a good influence on the twink already. He didn't sell any drugs since the last time you saw him. And he completely stayed away from his old gang. According to his fellow students, he was always either in school or in his room. The only thing is that we don't know what he did or does with the drugs that he had bunkered already before. But let's see," Seth said and then started another cigarette.
"Is Lars sure about all this? I mean, how is he supposed to know?," I asked quite curiously.
"Don't get offensive! Believe me, Lars is an expert of collecting information. He doesn't make mistakes. Just remember when you were brought here!," Seth said with a dirty and also mysterious grin on his face.
Seth was absolutely right. It was Lars who found out about my whereabouts within no time so that the brothers could kidnap me right away. What an amazing guy, I thought once again!