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I hope you still enjoy Chokee's ongoing development which has made enormous progress over the last few chapters. Thanks once again for all your positive feedback on my previous chapters. Now Chapter 30 is finally out.
Big question in this part is how Seth and the brotherhood will react to Chris-Boy's ongoing drug addiction. Now that Seth with his killer instinct found out, there needs to be a reaction. The only question is whether the kid will get a last chance or whether he has gambled away all his options.
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A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 30: The Real Start of Chris-Boy`s Training (Part 2)
It took some seconds until Seth regained control over the situation. He made Chris-Boy stand up again while he was closing his pants and dressing up. He lighted another cigarette, inhaled deeply, and then passed it to me.
"As I said, youll stay here 24/7 from now on. Should I ever see you with drugs or other shit again - no matter whether you deal with them or whether you give yourself a shot - it's over and youre dead. The same is true should you ever lie to me, Choke or another brother. Were the truth and we only deserve the truth. Therefore lying is like a capital sin, remember that all the time! We need to change your whole character and your entire attitude towards life and it's totally up to you whether youll make it or not. You wont be alone at any time during your critical phase, even not during night time or when you have to take a leak or shit - there'll be always at least one brother watching you. And of course you're also going to eat with us. Any privacy is past. Any secrets are past. Any lying is past. Youll be open like a book to us. Understand?" Seth said in his typically commanding and cold voice.
The kid nodded. He knew that he had no other choice. Seth continued:
"As I told you, Choke will be your instructor and your absolute authority from now on. What he says is like law for you - no, it's more, it'll be like a sacred obligation for you. Therefore youll never question, youll just do what he says. And whenever necessary, the three of us will have a talk about the progress you made or that you didnt make. In the latter case, be sure that it wont be a nice conversation. If you cooperate, there could be some light at the end of a very long tunnel and once youre done with your drug addiction and also have changed your character, you may become some valuable part of our brotherhood. But believe me, theres a long way to go and its up to you whether youll make it or they find your body on some rotten street downtown. There`s no in between, be sure of that. And ask Choke, I really stick to my word. Any questions?"
Chris-Boy shook his head. His body was shaking again. Then he looked at Seth and asked with an almost silent voice:
"Can I please have a cigarette, Sir?"
Seth smirked shortly and then replied:
"Not now. Cause first we have to get away with your addictions and change your entire lifestyle. Smoking, just like alcohol by the way, should never be an addiction, but an expression for your way of life, if you know what I mean. Only once we have achieved this goal, we may think about you inhaling again. And now Ill have to leave. Choke, please follow me for a minute outside. And I'll see you for dinner. Call it a business dinner, cause well talk again about all the changes you need to go through."
Seth turned his head and left the room with me following him. Outside the room, after closing the door, he looked at me with a grin and asked:
"What do you think, Chokee?"
I said: "Well, you made Chris-Boy scared like shit. He cannot think straight anymore."
"That`s exactly how it needs to be. Only total fear and terror, together with a strict routine and the life here in the brotherhood, will offer the chance that his drug addiction will pass. Remember, this guy has been on the needle for quite some time now."
"But he told us that only very recently his gang forced him to inject himself. Was that a lie again?" I replied and was shocked to learn about another lie.
"Chokee, didn't you have a look at his injection sites? They were partially fresh and partially old. Of course this kid is lying. Hes only thinking in terms of the next shot. Therefore you have to watch him closely. Make sure that therell be no chance for him to escape. If he does in the middle of our treatment, you can be quite sure that he wont make it. Hell give himself, be it on purpose or by accident, an overdose and die. That`s a simple fact."
I was again amazed about Seth`s analytical and investigational skills. It was just impossible to lie TO him. He was able to absorb every detail of a given situation in a minute and to assess it properly. Once more it became clear to me how happy I was to have Seth as my absolute authority.
"So what shall I do?" I asked.
Seth gave me a friendly hug and then said:
"Chokee, I told you that this boy like Keith is solely your responsibility. Whether he makes it or not will also be part of your success or failure. And I guess you know what I think of failure, don`t you?"
When he saw the shock in my eyes, he laughed out loud and continued:
"Dont be a pussy, Chokee! Behave like a man! I know that meanwhile you have all the skills to turn this boy to the better. Otherwise I wouldnt have given you this assignment. So watch the kid carefully, be strict to him, and face him with any lie that you find out about. But also encourage positive change and make him see and appreciate what better life he could have. Think a little bit of your own training! And one other thing can help you further."
I had to smile at myself when comparing my own situation with the one of Chris-Boy. Then I asked:
"What is it, brother?"
"Well, youve been hot for this kid since we met him at the park for the very first time. Just like you cant control your tool when you see Keith, right?"
When saying that, Seth carefully checked the look of my eyes and, because I felt trapped somehow by Seth`s investigational style, I couldn't help but started blushing a bit.
This made Seth laugh again. Then he replied:
"For gods sake, thats totally fine. I dont criticize this, Im just watching. Youve changed into a real man and have all the right to live out your phantasies. Thats part of our philosophy or call it way of life. The only thing Im saying is that you should make use of this attraction and make him feel your superiority and his inferiority. Understand? So maybe you want to use the kid as your special towel boy for your afternoon training. This time you have to do it on your own by the way, cause I have some other business to do. Well see each other at dinner. And by the way, just in case its not clear: Yes, you may fuck the kid and you also may cum. I understand that - just like with Keith - you need to demonstrate your absolute supremacy. But have some discipline! For all your further tasks I need you to be under constant pressure. And I want you to continue your hard training. Clear?"
I nodded.
„Just one more thing, brother! Do you still have a minute?" I asked, when I saw that Seth made himself ready to leave.
"What is it? Speak up, but make it quick! And dont be a drama queen for gods sake!" Seth said half-annoyed.
"Im always amazed how you can analyze any situation and find out about the true motives. I still need to learn from you. And its true that Im very hot for Keith and Chris-Boy. But more than that - and thats really the truth - I enjoy being with you and also being dominated by you. Yes, I have a dominating side myself and it's developing fast, but this doesnt change a thing about the fact that I enjoy the sessions with you much more. And especially during nighttime I dont wanna be with someone else. That`s really the absolute truth!" I once more emphasized.
Seth looked at me for a second and then suddenly, with a quick and unexpected turn, came back to me and gave me one of his very aggressive and dominating kisses. While doing so, he firmly grabbed my ass. Immediately my tool gained in size and within no time I had a full hard-on under my shorts, which Seth immediately noticed.
Thats my boy!" he whispered into my ear. "Dont worry, I will still fuck the shit out of you so that you will cry. You belong to me only and not only during nighttimes Im going to show you what your true place here is. Of course well continue with our sessions. No question about that!"
When I heard that, I felt an enormous relief and looked in Seth's lustful eyes. Only after a few seconds Seth again changed his expression and was the commander-in-chief again:
"Tom is going to stay with the kid during night times as long as he is in this critical condition. This slave driver is exactly what this kid needs right now. Chokee, you will see things now that are not nice, `cause first there will be the physical withdrawal, where the body must learn to live without drugs again. And then there is an even longer period of mental withdrawal, where the kid's mind will only turn around at the thought of how to get another shot. But anyway, it's a good learning experience for you."
After some seconds of thinking, Seth`s voice got even sharper and he told me:
"Now youll go back to the room and start training the kid. Your hard-on will make him realize even more whos the boss. Well see each other for dinner and there by the way were going to talk also about your other new assignments. You're going to need very soon all your fighting skills that you have meanwhile developed. And don`t forget: as always I wanna see results. Failure is no option!"
When Seth said that, he gave me a sarcastic smile and a friendly slap in my face, then turned round and off he went.
After he was gone, I went back to the room. I could feel an enormous anger and rage against Chris-Boy. I took it personal that again he had lied at me about his drug addiction and even worse, without Seth`s analytical skills, I would have believed him. When Chris-Boy saw me, he immediately saw and felt my rage. I still underestimated the effect that my changed looks had on other people; for sure it had nothing to do anymore with the Mr. Nice Guy image in my previous life. My bald head, my ink, and of course my defined body composition, where more or less each muscle has become visible, were something that triggered immediate fear IN any opponent. I still needed to learn how to make proper use of this. And of course, my visible hard-on, which was still there, supported this impression even more. The kid for sure thought that I would rape him right away, when he saw me entering the room again, and was prepared for the worst. I put one hand around his neck and strangled him slightly, but the look of my eyes made clear to him that at any time I was ready to tighten my grip. My eyes were fixing him and he must have felt all my rage and contempt for him.
"Why are you lying any time you're opening your fucking mouth? Youve been injecting yourself for much longer than you said. Why do you think that were so stupid not to find out?" I screamed at him out of control and with the mere force of my one hand made him kneel down.
From the look in his eyes I noticed that the kid again like last time had no energy left. He was ready to accept anything that would come and he did not have the will anymore to oppose or to resist. Had I suffocated him right there and then, Im sure he wouldnt have done anything against it. In front of me I could see a human creature without any self-esteem, not being able to talk and with his whole body shaking constantly. When I saw that, I started to feel sorry a bit for the kid. And also: it`s no fun to fight with someone who is completely finished. Except for cases where we were fighting against a real enemy or a traitor, none of the brothers - also as a question of honor - took any joy out of this.
"Stand up again! We walk to the showers now and then you clean yourself, cause you look like shit. And then you jump into this sweat suit and put on these sports shoes. And thats what you`re wearing from now on here in the center area, unless I tell you otherwise. Understand?" I instructed him with the coldest and harshest voice that I could possibly take on.
When Chris-Boy finally stood under the shower, I could have a closer look at him. He was incredibly thin; there wasnt hardly any developed muscle area. And also his skin was striking, cause it was completely pale and didn`t have any sound color. When I saw his body, it became clear to me that the drugs had already taken their toll on the kid. And on a personal level - different from when I was looking at his really beautiful face - it was difficult or almost impossible to get hot for him when seeing his used body. This was very much different from Keith where you could see the beauty of youth in almost each bone and whom I therefore wanted to fuck right away. So it became also my personal interest that Chris-Boy had to change as quickly as possible.
While he was dressing, I continued with my instructions.
"You`re my towel boy from now on. Nothing more and nothing less. You will accompany me during all my training sessions and will take care of my needs - be it a fresh towel, water, or anything else that I'm saying. Clear?"
Chris-Boy nodded as usual.
"And just one more thing: the brotherhood and our leader Seth decided that I should take care of you and try to make a better person out of you. If it doesnt work, we must get rid of you. Believe me, I didn't choose this task, but now that I have it, I must fulfill my assignment, cause what the brotherhood says is an absolute obligation for me. Even though to me it seems that making a better person out of you little shit is an impossible task. But anyway, lets give it a try! You, little pussy, should not even think that you can make use of any argument or create any disharmony between us brothers. Youre completely exposed to me. I decide everything for you from now on - when you eat, when you sleep... even when youre allowed to piss and shit. And if you have a hard time with me, no one is going to help you. As Seth said, its me alone who is your only authority from now on. Did I make myself clear?" I barked at Chris-Boy, thereby getting extremely close to his face to make the situation appear even more threatening.
The kid nodded.
"That`s not good enough. I wanna hear it from you loud and clear," I shouted.
I then grabbed his hair with my hand and forced him to look at me. The kid looked at me shocked and with an even greater fear than at the beginning, `cause he was realizing that all options had been taken away from him and that from now on he was completely dependent on me.
"Yes, sir. I totally understand," Chris-Boy replied.
"No, thats also not the right answer. When were alone, you will address me as "master from now on. In public you can call me either 'sir or 'Choke`, as Seth said to you already. And now I wanna hear from you that you accept me as your sole authority and leader. Say it!" I shouted at Chris-Boy.
"You`re my master. And I accept you as my only authority and leader. My life is in your hand," the kid said and almost started to cry.
Even though Chris-Boy obviously was not capable of repeating a mere sentence as requested by me, I left it like this, `cause again he was close to a complete nervous break-down. Again it became clear to me that this kid required much more intensive work than Keith whose ass I missed already.
"Good. I hope you really mean it. Cause always remember: theres no one else to help you. Either youll make it with me or youre dead. And believe me: we all know here how to get rid of scum - I mean, also physically. And now follow me!"
We passed the bar where I got my energy drinks and made sure that Chris-Boy drank sufficient water, which visibly calmed him down a bit. My lecture obviously had an effect on him, because he feared looking at other people and always had his eyes on me or on the floor so to be sure that he didn`t do something wrong. That calmed me down a little, since I could see that the times when the kid paid more respect to Seth than to me were definitely over. Indeed, since the kid had come here, I had treated him constantly much harsher than Seth and that in turn made him fear me even more. This gave me a good feeling and was also, as I believed, a good basis for the work ahead of me and where I wanted to be successful under any circumstances.
We went to a separate room with free weights and I ordered the kid to stand in the corner and wait for my further instructions. Before I started, I turned on the right music on my cell and connected it with the loudspeaker system in the room, which fortunately was separate from the main center area. I decided for STAND AGAINST by the band Final War and joined singing to get into the right spirit:
Now I'm prepared to fight. I'm prepared to stand my ground I'll spread my word and educate Until the truth is found I'll build an army and attack With full force Then a new day will dawn From the war that's been won The phoenix will rise up and fly towards the sun The flag of our nation now flies in the wind.
Then I took my shirt off so that the kid could see my almost perfect upper body, and started with my training. This time I went for a full body workout so that Chris-Boy could see each of my muscles in action. I made sure that the kid was watching during my entire training so that he started to develop HIS own interest in physical fitness and body perfection. Obviously this worked quite quickly, cause more and more the kid couldnt take his eyes from me.
"Hey, bring me a towel and water. And also take some water yourself!" I instructed Chris-Boy during a break. The kid immediately obeyed and brought the things. While I was sitting on a bench drinking, he continued standing next to me and watching my body, which sweated heavily.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It`s your body. It just looks amazing when you go to all this effort. I really envy you, master," Chris-Boy said almost silently.
"Thats how it should be. And maybe, dependent on how you behave, we can also start with your training soon. Cause the way you look now is a complete turn-off for everyone, believe me. But now go back to your corner and wait for your further instructions! If you want, you can take a small barbell with you and quietly train for yourself. But don`t disturb me until I call you."
Chris-Boy obeyed immediately without hesitating. I knew of course that I was harsh on him, but I also knew that only a very strict regiment could help to permanently change his lifestyle and attitude. This kid just had to feel like shit before any improvement was possible. And he had to get used to the principle of absolute authority and hierarchy. In other words, he needed to understand and completely accept the skin culture.
I continued doing my exercises and made sure that my body movements were always visible to him. I saw with quite some amusement that Chris-Boy was not only closely watching, but also playing with his small barbell and trying to imitate biceps curls.
The hard music in the background made me go to extreme efforts almost beyond my limits. I increased my weights for every exercise considerably so that after my 40 minute routine I was pretty much out of breath. When I reached the end of this part of the training, the song BOOTS & BRACES by the band Midtown Bootboys was playing. When the band sang the main lines, I joined whole-heartedly. Then I looked at the kid and ordered:
"Take another towel, then come here and dry me up! Make it quick!"
Chris-Boy jumped up from his corner and started with the treatment pretty much immediately. Even though I was quite sweaty, I got the clear feeling from the movements of his arms that he enjoyed the task quite much.
"Also clean my armpits and thereafter my legs," I told him harshly. Again he followed without any hesitation. Then I told him that we would have a break at the bar before I would continue with my boxing session. We left the room, where in spite of the air condition the air had meanwhile gotten quite sticky and went to the fitness bar area, where we ran into Phil and Tom. Both of course had already been briefed by Seth about Chris-Boy and his new living conditions. And they also knew that he should be treated harsh at the beginning. So they looked at him rather aggressively; the kid remained in standing position and didn't dare sit down. I lowered his burden just a bit by ordering water and a fruit bowl for him.
"Here, have that. You need calories to get your metabolism going. But again make it quick, `cause I wanna go on with my boxing pretty much now. I don't like if I'm being kept from doing what I want to do," I said and the kid immediately started to drink his water. Only thereafter he went on with the food.
Finally Tom positioned himself next to the kid, took a deep puff from his cigarette and then told the kid into his ears with a threatening voice and a sarcastic grin:
"As it seems, youre going to sleep in my room tonight. You better behave, cause I`m pretty much known for my short temper."
I could see the panic in Chris-Boy`s eyes and also his plead to help him. So I tried to ease the situation for him a bit, went to Tom, took one deep puff from his cigarette, and put my hand around his shoulder. I laughed a bit while looking at Tom and then at the kid, and said:
"Listen carefully! He said, if you dont behave. So you better behave, 'cause you wanna have a chance to survive the night. And now let`s go on with my training."
I asked Tom whether he could join me for my boxing session and fortunately he agreed. In a distance Chris-Boy was following us and automatically went to his corner while waiting for his instructions. It was great that Tom had time to train me, cause as usual it was much harder with him than with the others, but also much more efficient. Tom showed me kicks and tricks that I havent seen so far and, typical of him, all of them were on the hard side. He showed me those spots of the human head and body that were most sensitive for pain and where only one good strike could have maximum effect. I listened carefully, `cause it appeared to me that I was now entering a world of hidden secrets that also in case of ultimate danger could make me invincible and help ME to survive.
'With these strikes in mind you can easily go after three or four people in parallel. Just kick out one after the other. Normally, after you have stroked out two, the others will run anyways. But seriously, only use these kicks;when youre really into big shit or when youre on a mission and you have your instructions. Understand?"
I nodded and we went on with the training for almost another hour. It was strange. While, back when I had my first training session with Tom, I thought I would die, I couldn`t get enough of it now. I just realized that his rigid training style produced the maximum output and meanwhile I had developed an enormous ambition to become if not the best so at least one of the best.
"Brother, can we train together more regularly please? Your style gives me a kick like shit," I asked. Tom started laughing and then said: "Sure, mate. But be prepared that its going to be harder than with the others. Im really not a softie."
We did a short show fight and then we gave each other a thumbs-up. Thereafter Tom turned to Chris-Boy and barked at him:
"Hey, little shit. Bring us our energy drinks from the bar. And also bring us towels too! Quick!"
The kid ran immediately. While he was away, I asked Tom not to be too harsh on him and I also told him about my task from Seth even though I knew that he had been briefed by Seth:
"Dont worry. I told you already that I went through the same. This kid will go through hell now and when you will see the effects of the physical withdrawal tonight and during the next days .... believe me, it wont be a nice experience. Be prepared for that! But what the kid needs right now, is a firm hand and the feeling of total fear. Its really as simple as that: his fear needs to be stronger than his addiction - it's just like simple maths. Only then hell make it. It`ll take quite some time until the boy will be over his addiction and can express his true own will again. But for now the kid must feel only two things: fear and the feeling of being treated like shit. Only this is going to make him change."
I nodded and again I was amazed how targeted and efficient the brotherhood worked. My pride grew again to be part of it. Chris-Boy came back and handed us our drinks.
Tom took one sip and then shouted at Chris-Boy: "Stupid, you forgot the creatine. Go back and tell them that the drink is for me. Then they`ll know the composition. Or shall I kick your ass?"
The kid took the cup and ran back. While he was gone, I said:
"Chris-Boy has a really nice face. But when you look at his body, it`s totally worn out. Incredible for HIS age."
Tom gave me a dirty grin and replied:
"You wanna say that your tool has difficulties to grow when you see him naked?"
We both laughed, but I also wanted to assure Tom that it was not only this, but that I also didn`t know whether he could ever achieve a physical fitness that was in line with the minimum standard here. Tom laughed again, gave me a firm hug, and then said into my ear:
"Dont worry, brother! This kid is still young and once hes done with his drug addiction, under the right guidance that youll provide to him his body will change in no time. And for now, whenever you do a thing with him - and you should, cause he must accept you as your absolute leader - just close your eyes and imagine its me. Thats also a good training for you by the way. `Cause you need to learn how to do it with a cunt at one point."
Again we both laughed, but I also knew that there was quite some truth in what Tom had said. Shortly thereafter Chris-Boy was running back and passed the new cup to Tom. Nevertheless Tom looked at the kid quite angry and barked:
"What did take you so long? Obviously you have difficulties performing the simplest tasks." Then Tom took the cup to his mouth and drank the entire content. After a loud burp he handed the cup back to Chris-Boy, gave me one firm hug again, and left. I could watch the relief from Chris-Boy`s eyes that he was alone with me again and I decided to make use of that.
"Im going to the running machine now for another 40 minutes. That should be enough then for today. Then we make ourselves ready and go upstairs for dinner. Seth and the others will be waiting by then. Come and dont get on my nerves!"
After doing some seven miles on the running machine, I was really done. I felt in each of my bones that my afternoon training had been really hard. Without even asking, Chris-Boy brought me water and was drying me, since my whole body was sweating. I interrupted the treatment by saying:
"OK, fine. Leave it like this, `cause we have to hit the showers anyways. But before that, you and I will go to the steam room. Come, quick!"
We went to the changing room area and when I saw that the kid was standing around and obviously hesitant to get naked, I got closer to him, pulled his shirt off and ordered him with a sharp voice:
"You get off those clothes NOW! Then shower and afterwards you follow me to the steam room. I dont have time to discuss or argue and I want you to look sober for dinner and smell decent. I hope this is clear and you dont need any furthermore painful invitation."
The kid immediately obeyed. It was good to see that he had accepted me already as his ultimate master. I made sure that we were alone in the steam room and then I told Chris-Boy to take a seat next to me.
Again I could see his worn-out body and started to feel sorry for him a bit. Then I closed my eyes and tried to follow Tom`s advice and imagine the hottest male bodies. This worked and I started to jerk off my tool. After it had gained some size, I grabbed the hand of the kid and made him touch my dick.
"Help me now. I wanna be in a good and relaxed mood for dinner and as you can see, I need some relief NOW. I hope you have a good memory from our earlier session with our leader Seth and know what to do," I barked at him.
Chris-Boy STROKED my dick with his relatively small hand, but from the way he did it, I could feel that this wasnt disgusting for him at all. It was more like an adventure for him to see a male body in total action that he secretly already adored but also feared. True, he couldnt develop his own sexual pleasure yet, but this was mostly due TO his drug addiction and all the poisonous substances in his body. I doubted whether in this condition he was able to get a hard-on at all. But anyway, at this point it was only about my pleasure and I wanted him to focus on this exclusively.
While keeping my eyes closed and following my imagination, I said: "Now you go between my legs and take my dick into your mouth. Swallow it like you did already this afternoon!"
The kid tried hard, but had problems at the beginning to take my entire cock into his mouth.
"Focus, stupid! We have no time for a lot of training now. And touch my thighs, airhead!" I shouted aggressively.
So to be in the right mood, I was constantly thinking of Seth fucking me, of my hot sessions with Lars and Phil, and also of today's boxing lesson with Tom.
This helped a lot and made me keep my full-grown erection. My sexual adventures here in the brotherhood really gave me an enormous kick and made me forget that the blow-job skills of Chris-Boy still needed substantial improvement.
I grabbed the kid`s head now to make sure that my entire dick was in his mouth and also to control his sucking speed.
"Breathe through your nose, stupid! My dick will stay in your mouth for as long as I have to come. No relief until then, believe me!" I moaned.
I increased the speed of my mouth-fucking steadily and after some further minutes I was ready to come. So I screamed at the kid:
"Your master is ready now and you will swallow every drop. Got it?"
When I came, I roared like a wild animal. But still I made sure that my dick remained fully in Chris-Boy`s mouth. For this exercise it was good that I had enjoyed the best training from Seth one could think of. Not one single drop got spoiled.
"Not too bad, kiddo!" I said after regaining control.
"But there`s still a lot you have to learn! Do you have a cunt by the way?"
Chris-Boy didn`t understand at first.
"A cunt or, as you would call it, a girl-friend, stupid?"
He shook his head.
"Why?" I asked.
"I had one earlier on, but life with my gang just got too intense," he replied.
"So you lost your interest not only in your body, but also in your manhood. What a fucking poor life! Anyways, lets get cleaned up and go upstairs. We shouldnt make the brothers wait. Come!"
We did as I said and then left the center area quickly.