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 42 is finally out.
Chokee's attention to his pets continues. Now he's also taking care of their mental training and for that he is sometimes using quite heavy training and education methods. But our hero just needs to make sure that both Chris-Boy and Keith are of the material that the brotherhood can rely on under any circumstances. Apart from this we're getting a hint of what Chokee's future career as a musician and his lifestyle will look like.
As always, please let me have all your impressions so that I can work on improvements for the next chapters. Your comments really help to make the whole storyline more consistent.
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And now please enjoy Ch. XLII.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 42: Another Preparation for a Hot Night (Part 1)
Lunch was as delicious as usual. Phil had prepared his favourite chicken with vegetables. It was good to have Lars and Tom by my side and we agreed to have a joint training session in the early afternoon and also to celebrate our successful mission against Wonder Stevie. The brothers really seemed impressed when they watched the video and saw Chris-Boy and Keith in action. Chris-Boy was in particular happy, cause within no time he was no longer the primary object of the brotherhoods sarcasm, but has become a respected brother whose advice was appreciated. He got even happier when again I presented myself from my generous side, handed him the rest of my cigarette, and also indicated that I was happy with him having his own cigarettes from now on. When no one noticed, I whispered into his ear with a deep grin:
"You better take deep puffs. `Cause some challenge is waiting for you already after lunch."
When I was done with my coffee and my digestion cigarette, I made a sign to Chris-Boy and Keith and then they followed me to the room, where they spent the night.
"Shut the door!" I ordered Keith and he did so immediately after he had entered the room.
"You really did a good job today. Both of you can become pretty wild with scum that we don't like. Did you also enjoy it?" I asked.
Both of the pets confirmed of course and said that they wanted to do this again rather sooner than later. At a quiet moment I turned to Chris-Boy and whispered into his ears with a dirty grin and without Keith being able to hear it:
"Tell me honestly! The things you did with the scum; your fantasies want me to do the same things with you. You just wanna be raped. Isn't that true?"
Chris-Boy's facial expression showed shock, but his eyes told me that deep inside there were a lot of dirty fantasies. But of course, especially in front of Keith who saw Chris-Boy as his authority he didn't want to discuss this. Not knowing what I had in mind and again fearing the worst he looked with pleading eyes at me and whispered quietly:
"Please, brother! Not in front of Keith! I'll be completely open with you, I promise, but please let's keep this between us!"
Of course I had no intention to degrade a brother in front of others and make him lose all his authority. But I also liked to see that Chris-Boy's successful advances in the brotherhood didn't change a thing about my complete authority over him. He didn't question this or try to resist anymore; the only thing that happened was that he came up with a friendly request. My pets had become like two fighting dogs, I thought, who, when ordered, were willing to attack everyone and everything but who would never turn against their master. Happy about realizing this, I took a deep puff, offered Chris-Boy another cigarette which he gladly accepted, and then with a smile whispered into his ear:
"Don't worry! I'm not going to bring this up now. It'll stay our little secret!"
After that I stopped the two on two conversation. I started the sound system in the room and decided for some ENGLISH ROSE songs to have a little revival of the feeling of adventure and resistance that all of us had during our mission this morning. The first song was called WE'VE GOT THE POWER and went like this:
Our kids are being brainwashed everyday at school.
They get indoctrinated and used like a tool.
TV's their strongest weapon it is clear to see.
Trying to impose this sick society.
The radio makes us crazy with these jungle beats.
Negative gangs harassing us on our streets.
Fucking traitors everywhere at hand.
There's only one solution and it waits around the bend.
We're not made of plastic, got a will of steel.
To traitors and scum we will never kneel.
It's time for a change and it won't be long.
The voice of a skin gang is forever strong!
Some months later, after my music career had already started to take off, it was this song that would get a unique meaning to me. That was when Phil Anselmo from PANTERA suddenly gave me a call. I think I told you already about our growing and very special friendship in an earlier chapter and how we got to know each other through Dan. Phil told me that he was in town again and immediately after his arrival he gave me a buzz and asked (or better demanded from me) in his typically dominant manner that didn't allow any resistance or opposition, to move my ass and drop by immediately. Needless to say, knowing how much fun Phil could be, I agreed and drove to the address he had given me on the phone. Only shortly before, Pantera had announced an extended UK tour titled WE SPEAK THE TRUTH and one leading song during this tour was WE'VE GOT THE POWER, of course as exclusively performed and interpreted by Phil and his band in their classical black metal style. For the whole period of the tour, Phil's staff had rented a huge mansion on the outskirts but still close to the city, which had 15 bedrooms and a large garden. Phil's crew and tour management knew damn well that for Phil it had always been super important that the entire band and staff stayed at one place. He hated if he didn't know only for a second where "his people" were, 'cause, whenever he was private, he wanted all familiar faces around him and also, being deep inside the total control freak that he was, he could then better watch out and determine what the others should do (for him). As usual Phil had given the explicit instruction to his staff that his back pain needed special attention, and for that they had installed a huge jacuzzi in the garden close to the pool. The jacuzzi was huge, 'cause at least 10 people could relax in there simultaneously without a problem.
After I had arrived, the staff member who had opened the door knew right away who I was and he asked me to follow him to the garden. From quite a distance already, I could notice Phil already who was in the jacuzzi together with three or four of his groupie boys with whom he was fooling around. When Phil saw me, he immediately pushed away his cure boys - he called them like this, 'cause he claimed that only with them he could bring the necessary relief to his back pain. I could hear him barking something like 'Later. I need to have a break now and greet someone'. Then he jumped out of the water with a huge hard-on, grabbed a towel, and greeted me cordially with a hug so that I could feel his tool against my stomach. During all that time, again the song WE`VE GOT THE POWER (performed by Phil) was playing in the background.
After handing me a beer can, Phil immediately asked or better demanded from me to join them right away in the jacuzzi and of course he made clear that I should do so naked. Only after I had gotten undressed and jumped in, I noticed that there were not only Phil and his groupie boys in the water, but also two other men. Since they had long hair, I thought for a short while that they belonged to some anarch scum who needed to learn a lesson from me right away. But fortunately that didn't turn out to be true and it also wouldn't have made complete sense, either, since - had I thought about it right away - Phil would never have allowed any scum to come so close to him. He introduced the two men as Sebastian (who everyone only called Baz) and Rachel to me who were now in their early thirties. Even without knowing them one could see from a distance that the two had been heavy metal guys for a long time - Baz as a singer and Rachel as an amazing guitarist and singer as well. Originally both had played in the same band that later split due to some heavy internal fights (which had also become quite physical). But still, after at least the two had settled their heavy dispute over the split - which became possible only with the help of Phil by the way -, they were more and more playing together again, especially when Phil needed them as a support for his own performances. And indeed, Phil's and Baz's unique steel voices together with Rachel's guitar beats really gave any audience the ultimate kick. Baz was more than two meters tall, had light blond and thick hair which was extremely long. He was thin but muscular and meanwhile very well in shape. Rachel, on the contrary, was very dark, with almost black hair, and shorter but with considerably more beef on his muscles. Both had really impressive and shining personalities and immediately after we had started talking I could clearly feel and understand why their fans - man or cunt - would often do anything to be close to them. I could also sense that Phil had already infected them with quite many of his radical beliefs, 'cause their most recent ink (iron crosses, eagles, and some key words and symbols, all of course in Gothic letters) clearly demonstrated that now they were on the right track and far away from any anarchist or commie thinking. Baz had another famous tattoo on his right arm saying YOUTH GONE WILD, which also was the title of a very early song he and his original band had become quite famous with. I could see that only very recently he had added an iron cross and an imperial eagle to this specific tattoo to make the statement and his views more obvious for everyone (or most of all a brother).
Later, when we were alone, Phil would tell me that back when he had met Baz and Rachel for the first time, they were still playing in a US band called SKID ROW. At that time, both were still quite apolitical and the only thing they had in mind was pure and provocative heavy metal fun with a lot of hot and of course scandalous action and sometimes also fights involved. However, after the split of their old band and having more joint performances with Phil and also mostly due to Phil's unbeatable skills of persuasion, they gradually changed their style, became much more selective, and by now had almost exclusively switched into a genre called NS Black Metal - a certain heavy metal style with clear nationalistic motives that I also liked to listen to once in a while when I needed to live out a really aggressive mood. During that time, also their appearance was changing heavily. True, their long hair which both mates were very proud of remained, but the rest became a lot different. By way of a heavy training program, a rigid diet, and the stopping of all drug-taking, they began to look much more buff than ever and developed into real hunks. Had I seen their bodies right away - remember they were underwater when we first met -, never would I have gotten the idea that they could belong to some left wing scum.
Next thing that changed was their dressing code which now became very explicit. During their early heavy metal years both were open to punk and rock'n roll style of clothing including some leather outfit. Now however, with NS Black Metal becoming their preferred and later almost exclusive genre, it was the color black, camouflage, and sometimes also tight black or red leather wear that dominated their new look. Of course I couldn't see that at the beginning, since, when we met the first time we were all naked in the jacuzzi. But later that night, when I could see them in their outfits for the first time, I got really impressed. Their combat pants and boots together with extremely provocative symbols and logos on their t-shirts and jackets made clear to everyone that these were not mainstream musicians but real fighters on the music frontline. Their leather jackets were covered with patches FIGHT OR DIE, UNDERGROUND 88, or FREE ALL NATIONALISTS. So for me, it was really good to see and, after all, also no surprise that Phil's overwhelming character (once again) had helped and was able to also change the two mates and their music. And apart from this, Baz and Rachel knew exactly how to use their changes looks to keep the attention of their fan base. Just like Phil did and whenever the press was writing about it, they claimed that everything was a misunderstanding thereby using a lot of code words that resulted in further explanations. It was a constant game of hide and seek which in the end strengthened the bond between the two mates and their growing number of fans even more.
On top of their shining personalities, Baz's and Rachel's libido was one of the most striking things for me right from the beginning. It just didn't seem to know any limits and from their eyes one could see that, whenever a hot cunt (and lately in particular also a muscular boy) showed up, they were on the hunt. Back when they were still playing in their old band, there had been tons of rumors about what they had done onstage and backstage. The better I got to know them, the more I came to believe that most of all this probably must have been true. As said, both of them (at least originally) were more after cunts, but since only recently they had started a lot of joint projects with Phil, they were almost forced to learn a lot about the advantages of the other way as well. As I later learned from them, Baz and also Rachel had been married several times and had kids, but neither of the two ever led or wanted a classical family life. 'Not for me', was the only thing they said when we talked about it. And when I asked them about the exact number of kids they had, Baz gave me a dirty smirk and and asked:
"With or without the unknown ones?"
We burst out laughing of course. Then both mates told me that some of their sons when they became early teenagers took an increased interest in who their dads were. Needless to say and as it was typical of them, both mates accepted the challenge and supported such development. With a grin on their face they said to me that there's nothing better than influencing your own breed the way you thought it would be best. And, as they confirmed, mostly this was successful.
"They really like their jock daddies and they know they can count on us," Rachel said with a grin.
Later, when I would have joint performances with the two mates myself, it was just impossible to imagine that there would be one single event without any hot side action going on during or after the gig. I could sense that there was a kind of positive competition between Baz and Rachel and so they would pick, already before the performance started, those boys and cunts who looked hot and interesting to them and who they wanted to get to know better. They told their staff right away and so, shortly after the gig started, some muscle jocks dressed in black and with the logo SECURITY on their t-shirts would mingle right away with the audience and had to make sure that at least as many 'victims' as possible of the chosen prey were already waiting in the backstage room during the first break. Baz and Rachel would always use this time and sort out, in their charming but in truth very selective manner, which boys and girls were most fun to fool around with after the concert, when the real action was supposed to start backstage. And among those winners, the absolutely hottest ones were then allowed to come to their place and spend the night (mostly with the privilege of being seeded by both mates). All this seemed like a total routine for Baz and Rachel and there was no single time, when these sessions (which I always enjoyed like a kid in a candy store) didn't happen. Only once when Baz was suffering from a severe cold, he couldn't participate. But even back then he insisted that I and the other mates should get involved in some hot action so that he could at least watch.
"Our cock is giving us all the guidance we need," Rachel used to say with a smirk on his face.
And Bas added with a grin:
"It's damn plain and simple: If we don't get a fuck at least twice a day, we get a headache and all our creativity and music skills are gone. It's just what nature requires. There's nothing to do about it and we wouldn't want to have it any other way!"
Both said that as if all this was the most normal thing in the world and back then I understood already that their ambition as real hardcore musicians and their insatiable sex drive were nothing but two sides of the same coin. Their hunting instinct by the way reminded me much of Phil's strategy and I was sure that the three were inspiring and turning on each other quite a lot. I guess it doesn't surprise you that later when I had my own gigs, I also copied some of that - however in a more targeted way, 'cause for me (and Pat about whom you'll learn later) the recruitment purpose always had to be the top priority.
Of course all this doesn't mean by far that Baz and Rachel were not serious about their music. On the contrary: especially shortly before a tour started, there could be days (including the nights) that they spent entirely in the rehearsal room to compose new songs, make videos, or change the rhythm or style of old pieces. During those times - just like Phil, myself, and all other good rightwing musicians - they were extremely tense and also aggressive and, as it is typical of very talented but also moody artists, only a handful of mates (like Phil, myself, and some other carefully chosen brothers) were once in a while allowed to enter the rehearsal room. I guess you can imagine how the place looked after such a long time: it was covered with plastic coffee cups, Red Bull cans, used cigarettes, and food remains. The air was then filled with cigarette smoke, sweat, and hard masculine odor. But what else would you have expected in such a phase of pure creativity and hard work? Anyway, we used the time that they allowed us to stay with them to discuss their latest work products. Those 'discussions' could sometimes easily end up in some physical argument, but, different from all fights we had with scum, reconciliation always came quickly and never did any bad feelings remain, 'cause, being a musician myself, I understood damn well under what pressure the mates were.
When I was allowed to be with Phil and the two mates during such a phase for the very first time, Rachel suddenly looked at me and gave me a unique piece of good advice that absorbed as my daily mantra:
"When it comes to music, you really need to suffer to get out the best. Understand?"
And Rachel was absolutely right and it was that attitude that also got my own career going. I just had to go through the worst to come up with the best.
By the way: those phases that always happened shortly before a tour or new concert series started also had another positive side effect. I guess you can imagine how energized and and damn horny we all were on the day when our first performance started. The mates didn't know any limits then and the backstage action was even heavier than normal. So, whenever those phases were over, all of us immediately went back to our normal rhythm and also rewarded ourselves with some extra fun.
So back to the day when I first met the two mates: After I had joined Phil in the jacuzzi that afternoon, Phil introduced me to Baz and Rachel and, as I told you already, any of my stupid original suspicions against them vanished immediately and we felt like having been friends forever. True, I even felt a bit sorry that I had behaved a bit too aggressive at the beginning. But fortunately no bad feelings remained on both sides. With his typical southern hospitality, Phil made sure right away that part of his entourage in the water would also take care of me and so within no time I found myself being treated by two muscular teen boys (who looked like Greek statues) simultaneously. One was giving me a hot blowjob underwater, while the other one tried to massage my back. I got a hard-on immediately. After some minutes Phil put his arm around me and, just like last time when he was in town, we exchanged some deep and aggressive kisses and Phil also started touching me all over including my tool. On the other side of the jacuzzi pretty much the same was happening to Baz and Rachel, with the only difference however that both two cunts and two boys were taking care of them. During all this hot action we still tried to have a conversation and the more I talked to Baz and Rachel, the more I liked them. They really knew a lot about the Black Metal music scene and always seemed to be ready for any sort of heavy action. And just like me and Phil they hated any form of cowardly mainstream thinking and also had the guts and the will to stand up and fight - if necessary with their sheer muscle power. They had proven this already many times during their performances and so their reputation of solving problems also with their fist or even, if necessary, with some nice brass knuckles had become quite famous. Later I took over this concept for my own gigs, sometimes however in a more subtle way - in particular by using my dick as a degrading tool. But I'll get back to this later.
"You can really trust them, even though they're not shaved like us. They're good mates and just pure fun to be with. And they help me a lot to keep my base happy and broaden it. Baz has a damn good voice and Rachel's a hell of a guitarist. They really know their job," Phil whispered just before another series of aggressive kisses started and his middle finger was about to explore my asshole.
Needless to say, this afternoon turned out to be an extremely hot and wild session. We stayed in the jacuzzi for almost two hours and Phil, me, and the boys did pretty much everything that you can think of. It all ended up with a huge circle fuck, where Phil and I, with loud screams, shot all our loads into the asses of our young muscle admirers. It was good that the house didn't have any immediate neighbors, I thought, 'cause the screams came out really heavy. Only a little time later, both of us were ready for another shot into their mouths. For sure that afternoon really meant hard work for Phil's groupie boys.
Baz and Rachel at the other end of the jacuzzi did pretty much the same, with the only difference that both were fucking wildly the two cunts in doggy-style position while simultaneously two of Phil's groupie boys were kissing and also motivating the cunts to perform well and not to complain all the time about the size of Baz's and Rachel's tool. At one point, in between some wild fuck strokes and shortly before shooting his first load, Baz suddenly looked at Phil and me, smiled, and moaned with an expression of total satisfaction on his face and while slapping the cunt's ass:
"I guess I really know by now why those muscle boys can bring so much fun to a circle fuck. They just know how to make a pussy hot and ready so that she's finally getting to her limits. Never want to have it any other way again. Isn't that right, Sherry?"
Of course Baz didn't really expect an answer but just went on with his heavy fuck strokes.
By now, also Rachel was up to an enormous speed and was fucking his cunt in missionary position like crazy (inspired also by our and Baz's prior performance). Even though at the beginning it may have seemed to me that he was a bit overshadowed by Baz's dominant personality, this impression was wrong the longer I could watch him. On the contrary, because they had known each other for such a long time, there was a really sound competition between the two and, in addition to that, Rachel by far had the better endurance. Apart from his music, Rachel was heavily into car and motorcycle races and also participated himself in semi-professional races. He always looked damn hot in his tight and colorful racing driver outfit (which he mostly put on directly on his naked skin). So if there was something that Rachel had more than anyone else of us, then it was endurance, an extremely quick responsiveness, and a strong sense for competitiveness. Understandably, because of his dark look and cheerful manner on the surface, the cunts were just crazy about him, even though he always demanded full and exclusive attention and was ready to demonstrate all his dominance the hard way whenever he had the feeling that a cunt was not sufficiently paying attention to him. It also seemed that he could stay hard and fuck the longest among the two.
"My cock is both my sword and my tool to educate," he explained to me later with a smirk.
When, after more than an hour, he was shooting his second load into the cunt who for whatever reason he called Marry (without being really interested in her real name), he - while still screaming due to the intensity of his orgasm - suddenly started laughing out like crazy and singing one of his most famous songs called ANOTHER DICK IN THE SYSTEM.
I'm not the devil
But I can show my horns
All the things I did to you
Could have happened in a porn
Then I heard the rumors
Now I know they're true
Some strange mortherfucker
Is gonna do 'em with you
I said I'd give it to you but you didn't listen
Now I know there's another dick in the system
Rachel had composed this song still for his old band and obviously it couldn't be more suitable than for situations like these. And because both the lyrics and the hard soundbeat of the music had become a huge success right away, Rachel was singing it regularly onstage with his audience cheering and recognizing him immediately through this song. The so-called Marry felt a bit over-challenged by the sheer intensity of Rachel's climax, but also smiled when she was listening to the lines, while Phil, Baz and myself were standing in the background and applauding Rachel's high-speed performance.
"You're such a damn good whore, 'cause every real man wants to seed you, bitch!" Rachel moaned into the cunt's ear after he was done and while recovering a bit.
Suddenly, Baz came closer and, while Rachel was still recovering, he gave him a friendly slap on his shoulder and said:
"Wow, Rage! That was just awesome. Marry for sure can be among the happiest whores in the world."
The nickname 'Rage' indicated that in situations like these Baz really admired his mate. He then turned to the cunt who was still out of breath and went on:
"Isn't that right, Marry? You should be grateful and happy for what you just got from Rage. I guess he'll sing an extra one only for you tonight."
Of course, when we heard that, all four of us just burst out laughing. 'Rage' by the way was Rachel's nickname which Baz only used on special occasions.
For me, the amazing thing was that I no longer felt any restrictions in the presence of a cunt. It really didn't bother me anymore, since I was just focused on getting the maximum satisfaction out of my boys. The fact that someone next to me was fucking a cunt mattered no more. On the contrary, it gave the whole session a greater sense of variety and watching Baz and Rachel (who I really started to like) in hot action also provided quite a turn-on.
When I talked to Seth later about it, he just smiled, gave me a friendly slap on my face, and called me 'a cock-addicted pervert who just couldn't get enough." Then, after a further pause, he added: "At least you're on the right track now, mate!" That gave me additional assurance that there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
For sure you can imagine: the four of us really had a hell of a relaxing afternoon and the good thing was that, in between our fuck breaks, there was also a lot of time left to talk and discuss and make plans for joint projects. I told you already that Phil supported my music career (which back then had just started) whole-heartedly and it was good to see that also Baz and Rachel - who had known the business really damn well for ages - were ready to give me some good and honest pieces of advice on my singing style and also on how to handle my audience to bring them to the absolute edge. Later they would also show up quite regularly at my own concerts and were even ready to make some spontaneous guest appearances. Needless to say, especially at the beginning, that gave my career an additional boost.
That night the concert of the three mates including the backstage action in between and afterwards was just indiscribible and a real turn-on. It also had an incredible learning effect on me. More and more I could watch the little tricks about how to dominate a huge crowd and make them freak out. If you just used the right approach, they were really ready to go after those who you said would threaten their freedom. It was amazing to see what driving force could be set free if the ones performing on stage were just seizing the moment. I'm sure you can imagine how rejuveniled I felt after that night and in what great spirit I came back to the center the other day very early in the morning. Of course, in particular my pets profited heavily from all this, 'cause I was extremely nice to them on the following day. I was also able to motivate them even more, whenever and wherever possible.
Yeah, brothers - I know that by now I've been jumping back and forth and straying away from the story, but you have to understand that all the events on this adventurous day are coming to my mind whenever I'm listening to the song WE'VE GOT THE POWER. It just has a really very special meaning to me (in particular when it's performed by Phil, Baz, and Rachel).
But now back to the time and I promise now to stick to my original story: as said, I was now alone in the room with Chris-Boy and Keith and the song WE'VE GOT THE POWER started. Quickly we all started to enjoy the beat of the music. Then I formally addressed my two pets:
"Some weeks ago, I gave you an assignment, right? I told you to read "The Codex of the Hammer Skins." Did you do that?" I asked Keith in quite an interrogatory style.
He nodded and said that he enjoyed the content very much.
"Good. Then you should be prepared for some questions. Let`s see whether your little brain has really captured the concept. I better hope you did," I barked.
And then I started bombarding him with questions about the essence of a sound order, about values, authorities and hierarchies, about the idea of absolute loyalty and, in sharp contrast to this, the best treatment of an enemy or traitor. Keith apparently did read the whole book and, since he had a good memory, he could answer quite well. However, what I could also sense from his words was that his true convictions still needed to be sharpened. In other words, I had to make sure that he really meant what he was saying. So at one point I went on:
"Look at Chris now! What do you see and what does he represent to you?"
As expected, Keith didn`t understand at all and was looking at me a little like a dumb ass.
"What do you see?" I repeated once more, this time more aggressively. When again no answer came, I said with a strong voice:
"Hes your comrade and your brother, and, just like with me, you owe him your full loyalty and appreciation. Does your brain get this? Cause if you wanna be one of us, you will have to accept only one line of loyalty and one chain of command. And all that stands above and beyond anything else. Its the brotherhood, you understand. And therefore, whatever a brother is asking from you, you do it without any second thoughts. Doesnt matter what effort you have to go to and what hardship this means for you personally. You just do it. Understand?"
Keith nodded and his insecure body movements told me that he was frightened of another outbreak of mine. I liked to create this atmosphere of insecurity, 'cause it produced results and always led to honest answers.
"I wanna hear an answer," I barked.
"Yes, comrade, I fully understand. Seriously, please believe me!" Keith whispered with pleading eyes.
"Good. Then go and put your arms around your brother and then grab his ass firmly," I ordered.
When I saw the insecurity and a little helplessness in Keith`s face, I got really loud, pretended that I would come close and go after him, and shouted:
"No fucking word! You better do the fuck as I say! I wanna see the two crotches of yours touching each other and then you will kiss your brother and prove your loyalty to him. Use your tongue and enter his mouth!"
Fortunately and as expected, Chris-Boy turned out to be much more advanced and eager to show me that I could rely on him. Street-smart as he was, he now took the complete lead and guided Keith through this new experience. On the other hand, cause he had been so much focused on me, Keith was hesitant at the beginning - especially in front of me- but he of course also understood that he was on the constant verge of losing me if he didnt participate. And the more he participated, the more he took joy out of it. Their tongues were now playing wildly with each other and also their bodies were so close that it seemed as if they merged into one.
"Yeah, that`s it! Show your comrade that you really care about him," I said and was rubbing my tool through my pants to show them that everything really looked hot.
Then I got closer to the two boys and positioned myself very close behind Chris-Boy so that his ass cheek could feel my dick. I then whispered into his ear so that Keith most likely couldn`t hear it:
"Get your hand under his pants and stick your middle finger up his ass. Make the kid scream and his hole crave for your finger!"
Chris-Boy, even though he wasn't that experienced with hard man sex yet, immediately followed. I quickly changed positions and stood now behind Keith. When the kid felt Chris-Boy`s finger, I could see the uneasiness in his face and immediately stepped in by getting very close to his ear and ordering him:
"Quiet! Enjoy it, cause thats what you were made for. Just throw yourself into it and enjoy!"
As a reward I opened Keith`s pants so that they fell down. Then I opened my zip, got my dick out and pressed it firmly against his ass. Keith responded by moaning immediately.
"Thats what my boy came for. Youre just addicted to my tool, aren`t you?" I asked him a bit sarcastically and continued to massage his ass cheeks firmly.
"Let`s go to the mattress now! Keith is going to lie down on his back and Chris and I will give him the treatment of his lifetime," I said and pushed both of them to the mattress.
While Keith, as told, placed himself in the middle, Chris-Boy and I were kneeling down and positioned ourselves next to him on each side. We were heavily stroking our dicks and the best thing to see was that Chris-Boy was fortunately rock hard. Despite his still existing drug addiction, nature is demanding her right again, I thought, and was quite pleased.
Like two crossing swords our tools were now above Keith`s head. I could adore his unique muscle-packed body for a while and the difference between his sheer muscle power on the one hand - which within no time had almost reached Lars' level - and his still a bit immature and child-like way of thinking on the other hand was again striking to me. For a short while I thought about taking a leak into his mouth. But because I really liked the kid and I felt that the kid was not ready yet for this kind of games, I only said:
"Take our cocks now into your mouth and treat them as best as you can with your tongue, boy! Dont bite and watch out for your teeth. Ill slap you hard, if it hurts and you don`t do well," I barked.
Keith obeyed immediately, partially because he was about to understand more and more the concept of absolute hierarchy that existed in the brotherhood, but mostly because he was so eager to have my cock in his mouth. By every move of his tongue I could really feel how hard he tried to please me. And as a kind of reflex, also Chris-Boy received a treatment which he most likely had never had in his entire life.
"That is so awesome. I`ve never had something even close to this ever before," Chris-Boy whispered into my ear and his voice was tumbling.
That was the time when I gave Chris-Boy his greatest gift of the day. Suddenly I grabbed him and pulled his head over to me. Then I kissed him aggressively so that his tongue had no chance against mine. While doing so, I also made his hand squeeze my balls. The whole thing was really hot and so, after some seconds, when I opened my eyes again, I looked at the boy and said:
"Seems that this comes quite naturally to you now. You really love it, don`t you?"
Chris-Boy looked back at me in his typically melancholic and also superior manner - which he always tried to avoid but couldn't do - and then said quietly:
"Feels better than the best shot Ive ever had. Its like being in heaven. Thanks a lot for this, brother!"
The boy moaned heavily and closed his eyes with a slight smile on his face. I gave him a hot and aggressive kiss and he responded so quickly and intensely that I just knew that even Chris-Boy couldn't have faked it.
During all this heavy action I had to keep in mind that we didnt have time for a longer session. So I got up, sat on the wooden chair in the room and ordered the two boys to me. My cock was fortunately still erect. So when Keith came, I turned him around roughly and made him sit down, while my cock was entering him. At the same time I winked at Chris-Boy and ordered him to suck Keiths tool.
As expected, this double treatment was obviously far too much for a young, sexually still undisciplined teenager like Keith who often still behaved like a kid. He started moaning and screaming like crazy and his eyes closed. He was no longer able to move his ass up and down so that I could fuck him. Rather, I had to lift his body up and down by myself, but I gave the kid a break this time. It didn`t take long until I came and shot my entire load into his ass. Simultaneously, Chris-Boy's sucking skills also had their desired effects and Keith suddenly shot spurts of cum into the air.
The whole thing could have ended quite peacefully, but that was exactly what I didn`t want, 'cause I needed some everlasting learning effect for Keith who still needed to accept quite a few things. First of all, I needed to be sure that the kid really understood what being part of the brotherhood demanded from every single brother. For him, I felt, it was sometimes still some kind of game, but it needed to become nothing less but an undestroyable religion.
So suddenly, shortly after he had cum and while he was still recovering, I pushed him away from me quite violently and shouted:
"You egoistic bitch! How often do I have to tell you that not everything is about you. At first youre expected to fulfil your duty and provide pleasure. Nothing more! And what do you do? You focus on your own dick and cum almost in your brothers mouth. You don`t know a thing about loyalty and serving others. Look at Chris; he seems to understand the concept much better than your underdeveloped brain. He just knows how to remain disciplined," I bitched.
To support my anger I gave Keith quite a rough slap in his face so that the kid lost balance and fell on the ground. Even though meanwhile a true muscle hunk, for Keith it was absolutely unthinkable and he would have never dared to strike back or attack me. It was my word and actions that counted for him - period. I could also see that Chris-Boy was watching the scene with quite some sadistic joy, even though his protective instinct was of course also triggered. He was however way too smart to show it openly, also because he knew that I was playing a game and wouldn't hurt his protege seriously - as long as he accepted my absolute authority over him which he fortunately did. Instead, Chris-Boy put his arm around the disturbed kid and said:
"Dont worry, Ill help you to get everything sorted out."
And while saying this, he collected with his hand part of the cum that Keith in his still undisciplined manner had shot on his pants and t-shirt and then made him swallow it. Immediately thereafter I grabbed the kid again and demanded him to clean my tool. When I saw that he did this quite well, I was calming down more on the surface.
"Ok, enough of that! Let`s get dressed. I have my session with Lars and Tom now, so come with me! Get your fucking asses going!" I barked and within minutes we all were ready to go.
I decided to play one last song called OUTCAST, most of all as a kind of warning for Keith and also a bit Chris-Boy. I told both pets sharply to listen carefully to the lyrics, if they didn't want to end up like Paul:
Hey, you have no honor.
What has happened to your pride?
Where are your beliefs you say you had deep inside?
Now these things have no longer a place
We know they vanished without any trace.
OUTCAST - You've shown your true colors
You sealed your fate
OUTCAST - We're glad it happened now
Before it was too late.
You deserted all your friends when they needed you the most.
You betrayed all your comrades and you've become lost.
You said you were something you knew you weren't.
Foolishly we thought you were one of us, it's a lesson we learnt.
You're nothing but scum, a traitor of your folk
Fuck you, you're not a friend of mine, for you there is no hope.
I was watching closely the faces of my two pets and was very pleased to notice that the lyrics had the desired educational effect. The sheer fear to become or only to be seen by the brotherhood as a traitor became clearly visible and also the absolute and unbreakable will to never let this happen.