Dear Nifty-Readers,
I hope you are all fine and have been waiting for the continuing saga of Chokee's ongoing adventure as a hardcore patriotic skin. Now Chapter 40 is finally out.
Chokee's attention for his pets continues. His method of co-education is bringing more and more visible progress. Now he is going to take special care of Chris-Boy whose potential for the brotherhood, as Chokee clearly sees, can be very valuable. Therefore, he is taking the kid under his special wings and tries to convey the message of true masculinity to him. So let's see how this goes and how effective his training methods have become.
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A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 40: The Adventure Continues
This time Seth was the one who woke up first shortly before 8 am. Since it was a Saturday, being a bit lazy and doing some show fights in bed was ok. Shortly thereafter, the smell of fresh coffee and the thought of my first morning cigarette (which I wouldn't have for the entire next week, 'cause another off-session was waiting) made me move my ass quickly. We exchanged one hot kiss and then discussed the day while he made me hold and jerk off his dick a bit.
I told him that my plan was to have my morning run with my two pets to get them even more used to their daily rigid routine. I suggested that Seth would take over Keith thereafter, `cause I wanted to do the ultimate test of loyalty with him and see whether he would still dare complain about me in front of others.
"Youre really cruel, but youre good. Youre using me, cause the kid likes me and he could tell me something about your abuse yesterday, huh?" Seth said and smirked.
"Well, just like me he needs to learn that the chain of command means everything here. If you have a problem, either keep it to yourself or talk to your immediate superior only. I`ve learned this from you the hard way," I replied.
"You might be a smart ass. But at least you learned your lesson. I like that you`re taking the rules and our codex here serious," Seth replied and squeezed my crotch which I enjoyed a lot, 'cause my typical morning hard-on was already fully developed.
When Seth noticed, he suddenly stood up from the mattress, then - as so many times before - grabbed my head and with force pushed it towards his own cock. Thereafter, he lowered his shorts and made me give him another intense blow-job - something which has meanwhile developed into a kind of morning ritual between us.
"You`re always ready and have become a real pro, brother! You just know how to bring me to the edge. Use your tongue well and suck my tool!" he ordered while standing in front of me and mouth-fucking me like crazy. Seth now started to moan and scream heavily, but of course kept full control over the situation.
"You just need to have your mouth filled all the time, huh? You`ve become the greatest whore in this entire place - much more than any stupid cunt in this whole fucking world," Seth screamed with a more acknowledging than accusing tone.
It didn't take long and spurts of sperm shot out of Seth's cock and he came heavily in my mouth. While shooting, he made sure that his tool was all the time deep in my mouth so that his juice went directly into my throat. He knew that I was meanwhile so much used to him and his favourite plays that I didn't have to choke at all. I just swallowed everything while Seth was moaning and using his usual dirty talk like crazy. Only some moments after his explosion had ended, he allowed me to take his cock out of my mouth and take a deep breath. After recovering for some further minutes, Seth, as I already had expected, made clear that I was not done yet but that I still had to clean his tool with my mouth which of course I did with the greatest joy and devotion.
"That was really good! Now go and look after your pets and we start our day. Don't be too soft on them, 'cause they're still at the beginning and they still need to learn a lot. We`ll meet downstairs afterwards. And don't forget that we need to talk about your further missions and assignments tonight," Seth said with a dirty grin and then left the room.
I grabbed one of the wrinkled tank tops that was lying around on the floor and that had a hot Blood & Honour and Hammerskin motive on the front and on the back the words RESPECT US OR DIE! in Gothic letters were printed. I put it on and could smell Seth's man scent, which made me hot immediately, wondering for a short moment whether I should get some relief first in the bathroom. But when shortly looking in the mirror, I knew that I didn't have time and also I wanted my two pets to have once again the experience to see me in my full morning rage. In my tight shorts, still unshaved, and with my tattoos and piercings all over my muscular and meanwhile stone-hard body - Lawrence had just done an incredible job, but we were still on our way to total perfection during our many sessions) - I looked rather wild and as someone you would never want to mess with. It was exactly the way I wanted to look when I entered the room where Keith and Chris-Boy had spent the night. Chris-Boy was already awake and, as soon as he saw me, he got up from his mattress - a gesture that triggered with me a big plus in his favor. He was really street-smart and knew how to take me. Keith on the other hand was still sleeping - I gave him credit however, 'cause when looking at his bruises I thought that most likely he still needed to recover from my outbreak yesterday. I pushed him slightly with my left boot while looking at his virgin-like kid-face and speaking up loudly:
"Come on, mate, time to get up. This is not a sanatorium here! Look at your brother. He started his day already."
Keith quickly opened his eyes and I could notice the relief in his eyes that I was still referring to him as 'mate'. Immediately he got up, stood still for a moment, and said "Good morning, comrade!" Then he was obviously waiting for my further instructions. With quite some pride I could admire by myself that, fortunately, yesterday`s education methods started to work. I told both of them that they should get dressed and then we would have our morning run.
"Let`s meet in the kitchen in 2 minutes. And when I say 2 minutes, I really mean it. Don't mess up with me, 'cause there's a lot of unused stamina inside me. I guess you wouldn't like to see me in full rage now. Chris, you come with me first," I barked and left the room with Chris-Boy following me.
In the kitchen I turned on the sound system first and wanted some hard stuff so that the music would deliver the necessary motivation. For that I started with PROUD TO BE A SKINHEAD to create an atmosphere of total self-confidence:
Take a listen while I sing theses words
I'll shout them in your ears and let my voice be heard.
What's your problem with the life I lead?
And why do you always want to see me bleed?
Read the stories and don't believe the lies!
Think for yourself and use your own eyes!
Don't be fooled into an attack,
'cause here's my promise: I'll hit back.
Through the years some have tried their best
try to make me just like all the fucking rest,
I've got my life and I've found my cause
I've got my life, just go on the fuck with yours
Just a rebel but who's to blame?
Am I a fool in a losing game?
If that's the case, I chose this way,
Once and for all: I'll live my life my own way.
A spirit of resistance and boundless willingness to fight filled the room and I handed Chris-boy one cup of coffee. Then I prepared another cup for myself and started a cigarette.
"Fuck, next week Ill be once again on an off-period with smoking. You better be prepared that youll have to cope then with quite some rages of mine. Just that you know, airhead!"
After starting our morning conversation like this, I could see quite some shock in Chris-Boy's face. Especially since my missions against Spider Greg and Paul (the traitor) my hot temper had become something like a myth in the whole brotherhood. Deep inside I enjoyed this of course, 'cause taking decisive actions and demanding respect right away were things that were highly regarded among us comrades. And also when dealing with scum it was good when they knew right away that they would better obey and not cause any outbreak of mine. I just loved causing this atmosphere of constant fear with other people.
With Chris-Boy it was of course a bit different. Yes, I wanted him to pay me his respect, but it was no fun for me to scare him off completely. So I decided to become a little softer on him and went on:
"Don't freak out. You'll survive this, if you play by the rules. How is it going by the way? Seems that you're making at least some progress here," I said in a half ironic, but also half acknowledging way.
"It`s been varying all the time, but it's getting better. By now it no longer happens that often that I feel like just doing anything for the next shot," he said and took one sip from his coffee, which he obviously enjoyed.
I was surprised by his honesty, looked deep into his eyes and then replied:
"At least youre not talking bullshit and you say how things are. You won't have a lot of time for these impure thoughts, cause here you`re under constant surveillance anyway. And also, I told you already that this here is your absolutely last chance. So, you better keep this in mind all the time. Understand?"
Chris-Boy nodded. As a kind of proof for the little more confidence that I had gained in him, I passed him quietly the very last part of my cigarette and put it in his mouth. You could see from his face the pleasure when he immediately took a deep puff, and for a short moment, he seemed to be in heaven.
"You will run with us now and you will hold your two small barbells in your hands all the time while running. Clear? I know that your body condition has improved a lot over the last weeks, but it's by far not anywhere where I and the brothers expect it to be. 'Cause I want you in a condition that allows you to keep up with my speed. So for now, be as quick as you can. Should you stop, I`ll beat the shit out of you," I said half-joking.
After a short break I continued:
"How is your brother Keith doing?" I asked.
"I think he still has a few problems to cope with your moods and understand the warning signals. Maybe he hasn't totally absorbed yet your concept of absolute obedience, but he's getting close. And for now hes a bit frightened of what to expect next," Chris-Boy answered and I was pleased to see that he was obviously good at reading other peoples minds. I really appreciated his street smartness.
"Your observation skills seem to be quite advanced. I like that. After all it`ll be your responsibility as well that this kid will learn quickly. So I expect you to help him to develop in the right direction. Got it?" I said and now got really close to him.
This time I could feel that Chris-Boy was ready for a deep kiss, 'cause there was nothing but pure lust in his eyes; any fear seemed to have gone. Without any tone in his voice he whispered silently:
"I want you, brother. Please take me and do whatever you want."
Then, after a short pause, with closed eyes and without having real control, 'cause it just expressed his deepest desires, he went on with an almost silent voice:
*I want nothing more than getting fucked by you hard and heavy."
I grinned once again and knew from the way Chris-Boy said it that this time he didn't want to be just street-smart and play games with me. Instead, what he just had said, reflected his deepest wishes. For a moment I was close to just giving in and giving the kid what he wanted so much. But in the end, I didn't surrender to my urge, but instead followed my educational instinct and retreated again. With a superior smile on my face and a sarcastic voice I said:
"Not the right time yet, mate. You could have had a straight-forward rape back at the time when you came here. But you didn't want to and I felt back then that this could have broken you. So now you'll really need to want me like shit and plead and crawl on your feet, before I may give in. And even then it won't be for sure. Maybe it's still that I'll just say 'no' to you."
With the disappointment clearly visible on his face, Chris-Boy still tried to smile a bit. Then Keith entered the kitchen. I loved to see him in his black tight sports shorts and a white tank top that I had given him before. His body, that - similar to myself - had already quite some potential back at the time when he came here, had gone through an astonishing and impressive development. He had gained a lot of muscle mass and - together with his first ink - also started to have this typically violent look. It was funny to see how aggressive he could meanwhile behave to all people outside the brotherhood. It seemed that he was always on the look out for a fight and beat the shit out of those people whom he didn't like. No special provocation was necessary, often it was just enough that someone was staring at him without paying the necessary respect - something that Keith would always define very broadly. Of course the brothers didn't stop, but supported this development, 'cause this helped to convert the kid into a true fighter. Only a few times Seth or I would intervene, 'cause otherwise Keith's victims most likely wouldn't have survived the special attention by their master. I saw that Keith still needed to learn which fighting category (out of the four levels) would be appropriate in a specific situation.
Needless to say that Keith, on the other hand, would never dare use his newly acquired strength against me or any other brother. First because he knew that he wouldn't have survived the hit-backs and second, because - like a massive fighting dog - he had just been trained to accept my and the brotherhood's total authority over him. Just like demonstrated to him the other day, Keith was perfectly aware that he would suffer enormously whenever he would question this principle. In other words, Keith was on his perfect way to develop into a dangerous fighting dog that only knew one goal in life: the protection of me, his fellow recruit, his other comrades, and of course the brotherhood as a whole. Soon he would be the best weapon one could think of.
I gave Keith an acknowledging smile and handed him his cup of coffee.
"Ok, lets start now with our run. Its going to be 12 miles. Keith, I expect you to keep up with my speed, understand? And Chris, youll do as quick as you can. At times, if necessary, I will run back and you know whats going to happen if I find you either sitting down or not moving. So you better not disappoint me."
That was my last comment, before we started with our exercise. The run itself turned out to be better than expected. At least in the first half Keith could easily keep up with me which showed that this brother, rather sooner than later, would be the perfect weapon for our next missions against any scum. You could physically sense that this boy was so full of anger. That feeling, I thought, could easily be transformed into sheer hate and violence against anyone and anything he didn't like or being in his way. For a short moment I was thinking that very soon I could use Keith for our missions and imagined the shocked and stupid face of our targets when I would let Keith off the leash.
Chris-Boy, with a willpower that I wouldn't have expected from him, at least managed not to stop but to keep going during the entire run. This kid was winning more and more my respect, 'cause I knew from which basis he had started. When he had moved to the brotherhood, his body was finished (it looked totally used) and the only thing that was going on in his mind was the scream for the next shot. I also knew that his street smartness, as always, had already found ways to save him from any serious injury, 'cause I could sense that there was already some form of silent agreement with Keith in place that the growing mega truck would save his fellow brother whenever a danger came up. On the other hand, Keith heavily depended on Chris-Boy's brain and almost always followed his advice - especially when it came to me whom he wanted more than anything. Deep inside Keith just knew that Chris-Boy was far better than him at analyzing any situation and so, on a mere rational basis, Keith was more and more ready to follow Chris-Boy's advice and recommendations and benefit from his smartness. I thought that all in all I could be quite satisfied that a good and sound symbiotic relationship was developing between the two - absolute physical superiority on the one hand in exchange for a supreme and cold-hearted mind.
This morning, due to Chris-Boy's slowness, we came back to the compound only after more than 90 minutes. We arrived with Chris-Boy being completely out of breath and sweating like shit. I gave him a short hug to show that I really respected his efforts and I could see that this in turn had quite a motivating effect on him. It was now after 10am already and I ordered the two recruits to help prepare our standard breakfast consisting of oatmeal, fruits, and eggs for all of us. Apart from that, I also mixed three energy shakes (with some extra creatine and arginine in them) that I ordered Chris-Boy and Keith to drink immediately, which they did.
"So listen, fuckers! Were having a shower now. Then Keith is going to have his training session with comrade Seth. And Chris is staying with me. Well meet each other in the afternoon again, when we`ll have a late lunch. Hope this is all clear and your bird brains got that," I said with a slight sarcasm in my voice.
The two kids followed me to the bathroom without any questions. While the water was streaming over our bodies, I made a sign to both that I expected them to soap my body. The idea behind it was also that I wanted especially Chris-Boy to get even more familiar with the kind of masculinity and comradeship that was the absolute rule in the brotherhood. Both of them should get a feeling for the kind of intense closeness and body contact that was just expected and standard here. It was of course no surprise that Keith just couldn't stop right away and I noticed that his hands were even shaking a bit while they were going over my whole body. Chris-Boy, especially in Keith's presence, was still a bit hesitant, but on the other hand knew damn well that it would have been a bad idea to show this openly. And so he tried to please me as best as he could and I took some sadistic joy from the fact that I paid more attention to how I was treated by Chris-Boy than by Keith. Then, suddenly I looked at Keith who was still wearing his Thor Hammer chain that I had given him as a present at the beginning of our relationship, and said:
"You don't look proper. We need to shave you again. As a brother you always need to take care of yourself and watch out how you look. I want you to shave your head at least three times a week. Isn't that clear for you?"
"I know, brother, and please excuse me! There`s nothing I want more than getting shaved by you now, 'cause I wanna have the feeling of belonging to you," he replied.
"Then get your ass to sit down on the stool, hold still, and wait!" I ordered him.
I took the electric scissors and together with Chris-Boy who held Keith`s head in the right direction we started the process. It was good to see that quickly Keith was totally shaved again and that even more gave him the necessary cold and wild warrior look in which I wanted to see him. He needed to be the perfect fighting dog for the brotherhood. I looked at him once again and was sure: if the development of his body went on like this, it would only take another two or three months and then the wild beast would be ready. The thought of letting him out of his cage then and making him run after a chosen victim really turned me on.
Another idea that was developing in my mind was to send him back for one day to Dan's school and let him take care of the worst mainstream scum - of course all that after Dan had taken all necessary precaution measures. When talking to Keith about this only a few days later, he immediately got crazy about this idea and urged me to talk to Dan about it. He described to me in detail to which of the scum he would pay special attention and in which order. When I actually had a chance to talk to Dan about this, he burst out laughing and, together with Keith, the plan was set. But that's another story that I will tell you about separately.
Anyways: the kid really had become more and more fascinating to me, 'cause he seemed to have a split personality: towards me, Keith always acted like a kid in a candy store who couldn't get enough of me and was heavily dependent on what I told him to do. But when it came to outsiders, Keith, at a speed that I hadn't seen before, was developing into an aggressive and remorseless fighter who was ready to take action in case of only the slightest spark.
All this day-dreaming made me smile while starting another cigarette and shaving Keith's head and also the rest of his body.
As Seth had done with me at the beginning, I left a small part of short hair on the top of his head. On the bald parts I did another wet shave so that he had a totally clean look - as it should be for a true fighter skin.
"This looks way better, brother. As I said, from now on you take care of this on your own and let me know when another shaving becomes necessary. I never want to see a dirty head again. Clear?" I said and started another cigarette.
Chris-Boy congratulated Keith on his bald looks. And also the kid looked really happy when seeing himself in the mirror.
"Ok, now lets move on and get dressed. Keith, youll walk downstairs to Seth, hes already waiting for you. And Chris, you'll take your barbells and follow me to my free weights exercises. Lets get your fucking lazy asses moving."
All of us ran downstairs to the center area, which had just opened and so we still had most of the place for our own. I told Chris-Boy that we should go to one of the separate free weights rooms, where we would have some privacy and start with our training. The first thing I did was putting on some really hard music. I chose a group called STORM TROOPERS, connected my cell with the loudspeakers in the room, and pressed the button to high volume. The good thing was that the band had also produced some music videos that were playing in parallel on the big screen in the room. With that I had created the atmosphere and level of aggression that I needed for the both of us to have an effective exercise session. The album started with a song called POWERSKINS and went like this:
Powerskins, Powerskins, Powerskins!
We don't care what you say.
We're skins and do it our way.
What we're allowed to say, we just give a fuck,
'cause we speak the truth, we have the fucking guts.
Starting riots in a crowd,
Fighting mainstream, screaming out loud
Smashing scum in the streets
Powerskins just won't be weak!
Powerskins, Powerskins, Powerskins!
The power beat really inspired me and, for the first time, I also included Chris-Boy into my routine, of course with much smaller weights and less reps. I could see from his face that this made him feel proud, even though, needless to say, I used the strongest language to scare the shit out of him, but also to motivate him.
"Don't dare drop the barbells! ... Keep your ass going! ... For gods sake, don't be a pussy, youre going to make it," were the terms that I was using all the time.
Chris-Boy sweated like hell and was really suffering. At one point, when I ordered him to do 15 push-ups during a break, I could see some tears around his eyes. But he didn't give up ... which was something that made my respect for him grow even more. Again I could notice that Chris-Boy's body had gone through a considerable change, but still - knowing where he came from - Chris-Boy was quite thin compared to the other power trucks in the brotherhood. Definitely, he still had to improve, even though I knew of course that he would never reach Keith's or my level. He would more be the brain, and so much the fist, I thought.
Anyway, for me it was more his interesting face, his mysterious eyes and also his street smartness that for whatever reason made me feel attracted to him - more than to Keith by the way with whom I fooled around mostly, because I knew that otherwise his training and the change of his personality wouldn't have worked out that well.
So whenever it was his turn, I got very close to him, put my hand on the part of his body that was being trained and whispered some motivating words in his ears. To my absolute delight, I could see that Chris-Boy at one point got half-hard. And not only that; apparently he was also very much enjoying my man scent, `cause every time when I came close and my own sweat dropped on him, I could see that he closed his eyes and was taking a deep breath. At one point he even swallowed a drop and, with his eyes closed, seemed to feel like in heaven.
"You like all this, don't you?," I said in an almost silent tone when we were done with our exercises, and put one hand on his crotch.
The kid started moaning a bit and whispered:
"I don't know whats going on with me. Either Im thinking of my next shot or about you. But for the last few weeks, only the last thought is getting stronger and stronger."
I said nothing, but after some seconds burst out laughing and rebuked the kid with a deep grin:
"Don't give me this bullshit. Fact is that youre afraid of me and you want to enjoy some privileged treatment. And you think that making me horny could help. You may be street smart, mate, but I know you better. Youre by far not ready yet. And so you still have to wait for the big moment. And I'm not even sure whether it will ever come. It`s as plain and simple as that!"
Chris-Boy looked at me with his mysterious eyes and said nothing for a moment. Then he went on:
"I don't understand. When I came here I was so fucking scared, cause I thought for a moment that you would rape and kill me. And now my entire world is turning upside down and sometimes I can't get a clear thought. Or the thoughts that Im having are so fucking confusing."
"Thats exactly it, kiddo. Having something or someone by force can be a really nice thing, cause you can show and make the other one feel all your power ... Yeah, and youre right: at one point I just wanted to fuck the shit out of you. But most likely this would have destroyed you back then and so far I don't like this idea. It no longer provides a kick to me - if you know what I mean. Thats good and bad for you. The bad thing is that it`ll take you much longer and cost you much more effort, 'cause now I'm really interested in you. So you better be creative," I told Chris-Boy and gave him a slap on his head.
"Now lets move on. Ill do another run on the running machine. But I accept the fact that your lazy ass won't make it. So take your barbell with you and play with it while I`m running. Understand!"
The kid nodded and we left the room and got to the open ground area, where all the running machines were located. After greeting some brothers with a hug, I put my headphones on and started listening to some other heavy music and ran at a relatively high speed of 8 miles per hour for another 40 minutes. Chris-Boy, without being told, sat down quietly on the sideline and continued some exercises with his barbells. When I was done, I was sweaty all over and I ordered the kid to bring me a fresh towel, which he did immediately. And not only that: without being told at all, he started drying me carefully.
Thereafter we went to the bar where Phil was chatting with some other brothers. I approached him from behind and whispered in his ears:
"I think I have some good news for you. Keith can most likely spend the night in your bed. And he's developing more and more into the kind of beast you want him to be. So it's going to be one of those hard and heavy nights that you're so crazy about. You like this idea? It's hot, isn't it?" making a very obvious and obscene gesture with my mouth.
Phil looked at me with a grin and then replied quick-witted:
"You know its quite new to me that an asshole like you is also taking care of someone elses needs. Normally you're only occupied with yourself. But I accept the offer, even though your ass would be a much better choice when I think about yesterday. I could live out all my aggressions and hidden fantasies."
In response to me, Phil made another obscene gesture that made me and all of the brothers standing or sitting close laughing like crazy. I gave Phil whose friend- and comradeship had become so important to me an intense hug and said:
"Trust me, mate! You`ll get your relief. But for now be nice to Keith and don't scare him off to death, ok? In one or two months he'll also be ready for your really hard games ... and by the way, can we also have one of your delicious shakes, please?"
"For the extra high-protein ones I would need to go to the bathroom. But I think you mean the other ones, huh?"
Again, everyone - including even Chris-Boy - burst out laughing and the atmosphere got really relaxed. I gave one shake to Chris-Boy and ordered him to drink it fast.
"It'll keep your ass going and provide you with the necessary energy. Don't forget it's Saturday and there`s a long night ahead of you!" I explained.
The kid followed and drank everything almost in one sip. When he had to burp and felt embarrassed, Phil and I were laughing. Then I barked at him:
"Don't mind, its natural. Don't care about stupid manners or other conventions. Stop this crap immediately - especially when you have to deal with fucking mainstream shit! The only thing that must count for you, are the brotherhood and the values we're standing for. Everything else is fucking political correctness and we just hate it. Understand? And now lets get to the steam room! Move your fucking ass!"
Chris-Boy nodded with a hidden smile on his face and then followed me to the changing area. We had a quick shower and then entered the steam room, which was empty. Chris-Boy took a seat next to me.
"Wow, whenever I come here, it's so good to see how relaxed the atmosphere is here. So much different from my former gang, where there was constant fight and falseness. One can really feel that you`re supporting each other without limits," Chris-Boy noted enthusiastically.
"Pretty much so. All for one and one for all," I replied shortly.
"Wow, it`s great to be part of something like that. With such a strong unity you can have and achieve almost anything. I mean, there are no real limits. And also this sense of masculinity - I mean it has become such a turn-on to me. I would never ever have expected this."
I looked at him quite amused now, gave him a friendly slap in his face, and said:
"What do you mean?"
"It's crazy. When I was still with my gang, the worst thing that could happen was being called 'gay'. I mean, they were always talking about chicks but of course were far less successful than they claimed to be. But here it's different, 'cause being among men all the time meanwhile feels so normal," Chris-Boy tried to explain.
"Well, for one thing, we're definitely no sissy-faggots, if you mean that. And when I look at your gang, they don't know shit about manliness and true comradeship. Did they defend you back when Seth was beating you up? Or did they do anything when I went after Spider-Greg? They're nothing but fucking cowards and the thought of beating them up again is giving me an instant hard-on," I said with a dirty grin and looking at my half-hard tool.
Chris-Boy gave me a shy smile and once more I had a closer look at his interesting and unique face, which again showed me how street-smart this kid was.
"You really must seize and understand the essence of a strong brotherhood. And you really must be ready for it. I mean you must know your obligations and responsibilities by heart."
Suddenly Chris-Boy looked at my half-erect tool and I could see that, most likely unconsciously, his tongue went over his upper lip.
"You just can't accept what I said, can you? Show me your dick!" I said with a smile.
The kid did as told and it was good to see that Chris-Boy's tool was rock-hard now. `Cause his body was not yet as developed as the ones of the other brothers, his tool appeared even bigger.
"Please, I can't control my thoughts anymore. Let me at least touch you. Please!" The kid whispered and I could feel that he was really serious about his plea.
"OK, but only for a moment," I answered.
With his shaking left hand he approached my cock and grabbed it.
"No, not like this, you idiot," I screamed. "A man`s tool is something extremely sensitive. Be careful and just get a sense for what I like. Don't mess it up, stupid!"
The second time, Chris-Boy was indeed much more careful and grabbed my tool in a way that felt agreeable. As a reward I closed my eyes for a moment and by doing so showed him that I liked his treatment.
"Take my balls with your other hand and then jerk it off slowly! And don't do anything with yourself! Don't forget, you`re only here to serve me!" I said.
When the kid started to jerk me off, it felt enormously agreeable. Even though there was no heavy action involved, only the thought of turning a street kid into a fighter brother with high moral and physical power was a real turn-on. And apart from this, by that time my sex education and my sex drive were already so advanced that I was able to do it at any place at any time under any conditions. That' really one of the best thing after you've accepted the idea that stupid conventions no longer apply and you can grow beyond yourself. Apart from that, whenever I was having those hot adventures, very often I also started thinking of my family including Cindy and their superficial lifestyle. Thanks to Seth and the other brothers, I was fortunately finished with all this once and for all. But nevertheless it provided a huge turn-on to imagine them watching me and realizing that I was having the kind of fun that they would never have. For a short while I was day-dreaming and thinking about ways to arrange another family reunion so that they could actually find out about the new me.
With all that in mind I was fully hard within no time and screamed at the kid:
"Youll pay for this, mate. Jerk my tool off really well and then Ill shoot everything in your fucking mouth. Clear?"
Then for a short while the kid and I were jerking off my cock together. After that I grabbed the kid`s head and with my fingers forced his mouth to open up. I started mouth-fucking him heavily, but of course made sure that he could still breathe and was also having his fun. After all I meanwhile really cared about the kid and - different from when I was sent on my missions and was in complete destruction modus - really wanted to have a gain for the both of us. That however didn't turn out to be difficult at all, 'cause Chris-Boy was meanwhile craving for my tool and masculinity in general. It was good to see that all my efforts finally played out and he now began to understand the concept of true manliness.
Only after some further minutes of deep and wild mouth-fucking and with heavy moans I shot my sperm deep into his throat.
"You better swallow every drop, `cause for every drop that comes out of your mouth again, you get one hard slap in your face," I said half-joking and half-serious. In any case, the threat indeed fulfilled its purpose and nothing got spoiled.
When we were done and shortly before we left the steam room, I suddenly turned the boy around and told him face to face with a grin:
"Don't think that this was something that will make your life easier in any way from now on! This was not even the beginning yet. There`s still a very very long way for you to go. Clear?"
Chris-Boy nodded and looked sad, obviously because he thought that he didn't perform well at all. So I had to counter this impression a little. Therefore, while we took another shower, I looked at him again and said with quite an encouraging tone:
"Don't worry! For someone with your experience it wasn't too bad. There`s room for progress, but I'll help you with that. You can count on me and so the best and hottest times are yet to come."
A little smile on the kid's face showed me that my words had their intended effect. For a very short moment Chris-Boy tried to get closer and most likely wanted to kiss me. But I pushed him back and slapped him half-friendly and half-angry in his face:
"No! Don't try to corrupt me, it won't work. And also don't act like a pussy! Its only me who decides about the speed and what comes next. You don't have a say at all in all this. Capisce? And besides, I have other plans and I'll let you know in time. And now, move your ass and lets have lunch with your fellow recruit and the others! Move!"