Date: Sun, 3 May 2020 07:46:27 +0200 From: SKIN MASTER Subject: A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 29: The Real Start of Chris-Boy`s Training (Part 1) Dear Nifty-Readers, Again I hope that all of you had a good week and that your curiosity in Chokee's ongoing development is still there. Thanks once again for all your positive feedback on my previous chapters. Now Chapter 29 is finally out. Compared to the beginning of our story, Chokee has become a completely changed young man. He has accepted that the brotherhood and the skin way of life stand above everything and needs to be defended whenever someone is threatening them. Chokee is now exposed to quite a heavy challenge, since Seth wants to see that he has the necessary power and skills to convert Chris-Boy into a valuable member of the brotherhood. It turns out that Seth's supervision and help remain absolutely essential for our hero's success. But so far Seth remains willing to further protect his favorite follower. Again, 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. And finally, as usual please don't forget to make a donation to Nifty if you can. The guys are doing a really great job helping us express our free minds. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html And now please enjoy Part XXIX. A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 29: The Real Start of Chris-Boy`s Training (Part 1) At 1 pm sharp I came to the main entrance of the center. Had he been only a little late, I would have had a good excuse for some further mean treatment. But Chris-Boy was already waiting there. Again he wore the typical twink-look style ... blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket that appeared expensive, but a little too big for him. His pupils were wide-open, which, naive as I was, I interpreted as a sign that he was scared of any further beatings. I had only put on my black center shorts and a white muscle shirt with the words PUMP GAIN DESTROY in Gothic style on it. On the back it showed a muscle guy strangling a man in a suit who was kneeling down. Below it said DON'T GIVE ME BULLSHIT. Together with my new tattoos and piercings and my bald head I must have really looked scary to any mainstream asshole; but that's exactly how I wanted it to be. And of course, since first of all I had chosen this outfit, I wanted to appear as frightening as possible to Chris-Boy. "At least you're punctual. Come in and follow me," I said quite annoyed. We went to the changing room. When we passed the center area with all the weights and machines, I could see that Chris-Boy was impressed. But he didn't dare speak up. "Ok. First you need to change. Here is your sweatsuit, put this on quickly!" I said and gave him one new pair of shorts and a t-shirt with the MARTIAL ARTS TRAINING CENTER logo on it. Finally I also gave him a pair of sports shoes that I had already worn and that were a little smelly. "What is it? Are you deaf or what? Make it quick now, airhead!" I said in an aggressive tone. When Chris-Boy tried to turn around, I interfered abruptly: "Are you a sissy or what? You'll get changed while facing me. Clear?" Even though his body movements were quite slow, the kid of course followed quickly and when he got out of his jeans, I could notice for the very first time how thin he was. "No underwear. Just get into the shorts!" I added and positioned myself directly in front of me. What I didn't understand was that Chris-Boy was not so much concerned about changing his pants in front of me. It was more about his upper body, because he always tried to hide his arms. That didn't make any sense to me. At that point Seth came in and Chris-Boy immediately got up from his bench and stood still in front of him. I could hear his breath getting quicker and his body starting to shake a bit. Physically I could sense the enormous fear that he had when Seth stood in front of him. This was amazing, but I couldn't figure out the real reason yet. Seth got still a bit closer to him and started the conversation: "Ah, here is our little twink. Did you come here ON time?" Chris-Boy nodded, but didn't look into Seth's eyes. "I didn't hear you. And for god's sake look into my eyes when you talk to me!" Seth barked at the boy. "Yes, sir. I arrived punctually. And I also didn't talk to anybody. I did everything as told," the twink almost silently replied. At that point Seth had a closer look at the eyes and the wide pupils of the guy. "You're wearing long sleeves, why? It's warm in here, don't you think?" Seth changed the subject quickly. "Well, outside it was quite cold and now I .... I mean I didn't want ..." Before Chris-Boy had the chance to finish the sentence, Seth, without any pre-warning, grabbed the left arm of the boy and with some force pulled the sleeve up in one move. Immediately I could see many fresh injection sites. Obviously, this guy had injected himself many times only recently. When seeing this, it got completely silent in the room, you could have heard a needle falling onto the floor. Seth looked sharply and aggressively at the twink and I was looking at Seth, since once again I was just overwhelmed by his analytical skills. After talking to Chris-Boy only for some seconds, he was able to detect the real problem of what was wrong with the boy. Chris-Boy knew that he was now close to total elimination. Even now, when remembering the kid's body language, I'm sure he believed that his death sentence had already been signed, `cause he no more showed any resistance. He had submitted himself already to his fate. It was still totally quiet in the room. Neither the boy nor I dared talk. We just waited for the volcano to break out. And for a short moment I was sure that Seth would decide for the extreme and the boy would no longer live after this day. "You have only one chance to tell the truth now. I know you haven't been dealing for the last weeks. And before you weren't a total drug addict either. So why now?" Seth asked and strangled the guy's neck with his right hand so that for half a minute or so he was no longer able to breathe anymore. Now Chris-Boy fell on his knees and started to cry heavily. Immediately I got the feeling that this was real and not a drama performance. This guy on the floor had no energy left and was ready to die. Even more so, he now made the impression that this would be a great relief for him. I knew from Seth's general attitude that he hated crying. He considered this kind of conduct as completely unmanly, typical of a cunt, and not in line with his value of strength. He always got quite aggressive when brothers or other people behaved like drama queens. I've also experienced that myself, when I came to the brotherhood at the beginning. So it was completely unpredictable to me how Seth would react this time. Suddenly, in the midst of the boy's total break-down, Seth handed him a paper tissue that was laying on a small plastic table in the room, helped him to get up and made him sit on the only chair that was in the room. The boy tried to clean his face with the paper tissue, but because his hands were so sweaty and the tissue got wet and cracked within no time, his efforts weren't quite successful. Also new tears and snot were coming out of his eyes and nose all the time. "Tell me what happened! Now! And don't dare lie to me in any way!" Seth said with his commanding and also threatening voice. At first the crying prevented the boy from being understandable. And even though Seth hated crying in general, he sensed that beating or shouting at him wouldn't have helped really. So Seth really restricted himself and said quite sharply: "I don't understand you. Calm down now, focus, and speak slowly!" As usual, Seth's authority and his clear expectation helped to get the situation under control. Slowly Chris-Boy started to tell his story. He said that after meeting Seth and me he started to talk to his main dealers that he wanted to get out of the business. That was because he just knew that Seth would kill him if he went on. But his sources were not happy at all, `cause Chris-Boy had quite an impressive client base and very good sales numbers. So they urged him heavily to go on. When this didn't work, they beat him up. Chris-Boy showed the bruises all over his body to prove that he was telling the truth. But even the beatings didn't help, `cause the fear of Seth and the brotherhood, as the twink admitted, were much stronger. So the day before yesterday his former friends were waiting for him when he left the orphanage to buy some stuff. They immediately attacked him, blindfolded him and brought him to a cellar compartment nearby. They kept him there for more than two days and gave him regular injections. One of his former business partners made the sarcastic remark that now that the old customer base broke away they needed Chris-Boy himself as their new biggest customer. They gave him only very little to drink and nothing to eat. And only due to a lucky coincidence, the twink could finally escape from this torture. Thereafter, pretty much straightaway, he was coming to us. I listened to all this and quickly got the feeling that this time Chris-Boy was telling the truth. Seth also listened, but, typical of his analytical character, also asked some critical questions. The answers from the kid seemed to satisfy him, as one could see from the expression on his face. "From now on you will stay with us 24/7, clear?" Seth decided after a break. "You will have your room upstairs, but you will always share with someone so that you`re watched all the time. You`ll have no privacy whatsoever. Forget about it. Is that clear? The other option for you is to die right away. So your choice!" The kid was unable to react immediately. On the one hand he was just too surprised that he hadn`t gotten any beatings. On the other hand he was too scared of the treatment that would come now and the changes he had to go through. After some time of complete silence, Chris-Boy tried to speak up again: "But sir, how shall this work? The cops will start looking for me. And so will my former gang. I can`t just disappear. And when they find me, I`m going to die, that`s for sure," he said and obviously felt self-pitty. "We`ll take care of all that. And you would die anyways, either here, if you don`t cooperate with me and fail to make use of your absolutely last chance to survive, or the others will kill you. Therefore, just to stay alive at least for a few more days, I personally would go with us. But it`s up to you," Seth replied with a sarcastic grin. Chris-Boy, being frightened that the beating would start again, gave up immediately. "Ok, of course I will do what you want from me. I will obey, believe me," the kid said. "How can we be sure?" Seth asked with a strict expression ON his face. He had meanwhile sat down and lighted a cigarette. He asked the question only after inhaling heavily. "I don`t know. I don`t have anything to offer anymore. Seems that I fucked up everything," the kid whimpered. "Yes, there is something you can do. Kneel down NOW!" Seth commanded. Within no time Chris-Boy immediately followed. Seth stood up now, gave me a sign that I should stand next to him and then ordered: "The best way to show that you accept our absolute authority is that you are going to lick and polish my boots clean. They deserve special attention and they`re really dirty, as you can see. Choke, give him the towel and then you start right away with your tongue. Is that clear?" The kid was of course shocked at the beginning, `cause he didn`t expect this at all. But quickly he started thinking about his options and he knew that if he fucked up this chance, he would be physically dead. And deep inside he felt quite relieved that at least the beatings had stopped for a moment. And that he didn`t want to risk. So, after only a short pause, he started with the treatment, spit on the towel and wiped Seth`s boots with the towel. "That`s by far not good enough, kiddo. You will lick my boots with your tongue NOW. Only then you may use the towel. And don`t dare spit on them. You`ll make them wet only with your tongue and then you'll start the treatment, understand?" Seth shouted at Chris-Boy. The kid was shocked and it took him quite some effort to overcome his disgust and lick the boots, which indeed had gotten really dusty. But again, he had no chance and obeyed. "Yeah, that`s better. Show your respect and appreciation with every lick. I wanna feel it. Remember, this is your last chance!" Seth said with quite some satisfaction in his voice. Then, suddenly and out of nowhere Seth turned to me and said: "Choke, lower your lower now and show Chris-Boy your amazing tool. Do it quick!" Now I understood that Seth wanted to have an advanced circle jerk as a form of introductory education for the kid. I did immediately as told and showed him proudly my half-erect cock. "Look at it carefully, kid! Because this tool will be your constant companion from now on. His satisfaction must become your primary obligation, if you know what I mean," Seth made clear and gave me a firm hug while smiling at me. "Touch it now and take it into your hand," Seth went on with his orders. "Do it properly, you don`t wanna piss us off, do you?" Chris-Boy shook his head. And because deep inside he was curious and his survival instinct had regained control, I could see in his eyes that he was quite crazy about getting to know me a bit closer. Of course it also helped that he had felt my cock already the other day. Seth, with his analytical skills, also knew about that and therefore, as in Keith`s case, was using me as his mouse trap. "I think that`s not enough. Your master deserves more," Seth said to Chris-Boy. "You must do much more to provide pleasure. Take the cock in your mouth and suck it!" The kid looked first at Seth and then at me, and obviously got frightened. "You need to learn how to function in a sound hierarchy. Never question your leader`s order, just do what he says!" I shouted at the kid rather aggressively. Simultaneously, Seth had started another cigarette and after inhaling he came close to me and exhaled into my mouth. Meanwhile, I had become really good at this and for Chris-Boy it must have looked really hot and new, `cause he was watching the scene carefully. Then the kid opened his mouth and tried to take my tool. Naturally, as a complete beginner, he had enormous difficulties and started to cough. Seth began to laugh and told me: "The little shit doesn`t know a thing yet. He needs to get an intensive training." Then he grabbed Chris-Boy`s head and forced it into sucking modus. It was only Seth who determined the movements and the speed, the kid could do nothing but execute Seth's physical orders. And since the kid had no other option, also the choking reflex passed at one point and he became used to having a tool of my size in his mouth. "Yeah, that`s it. Provide my man with pleasure. He`s your absolute commander from now on and has the final say in everything. So you better keep him happy, you piece of shit. Suck his balls, too!" Seth ordered Chris-Boy. I for my part just felt like I WAS in heaven. Having someone completely inexperienced down at my crotch who was completely dependent on us gave me an enormous kick. Meanwhile, having and exercising power really meant ultimate pleasure to me and was the absolute turn-on for my dominant side. Seth of course knew about that and was watching me closely. When I closed my eyes to live out the feeling of domination even more, he suddenly got closer and whispered into my ears: "You`re totally into this, aren`t you? I think you`re ready now for your first negative assignments. You`re going to love what I have chosen for you." I nodded and smiled at Seth. Then, while the kid continued sucking my cock and was getting better and better at it, some lines of one of my favorite songs called MAX RESIST came to my mind, which went as follows: Smoke on the horizon, death leaves a trail Grim reaper smiling, wind fills our sails Nomadic survival, triumph of the will The strength to determine, we must not fail. MAX RESIST, MAX RESIST Just remain strong and equally pissed MAX RESIST, MAX RESIST One step closer and you'll get my fist MAX RESIST, MAX RESIST Rock'n Roll renegades on parade MAX RESIST, MAX RESIST, Never fuck with a true hooligan! MAXIMUM RESISTANCE is the name of the band, Playing our music as hard as we can, We don't care what the critics say We play our music our own way. When remembering those lines, I just knew that if the song had actually played, I would have shot my load right away. While I kept my eyes closed, I had to smile at myself and I decided for myself that the kid would have his first fuck with me while said song was playing. "I guess our slimy ex-dealer should be ready now to take care of two tools simultaneously," Seth suddenly announced. He opened his pants by himself, `cause he wanted to be quick and knew that for Chris-Boy opening his tight pants would have been still a too difficult task. When the kid saw Seth's enormous size, you could see the shock in his eyes. "Don`t worry. You`ll make it. Just make your throat relax and remember what you`ve already learned when swallowing my tool. Just focus!" Seth said and now became a bit more supportive. Again, he was playing with the kid in this thin area between absolute domination and motivation. And after deciding how to continue with the kid, it was logical that he didn`t go into his total destruction modus which the kid wouldn`t have survived. He created an atmosphere for the kid where he realized that the only way forward was to obey and complete the task ahead of him. Seth was a real master at this and I still had to learn a lot from him, I thought to myself. `Cause when I saw how natural it had become for Chris-Boy to please us as best as he could, it became clear to me that I had to use the same technique for my own training with the kid. Within no time after Chris-Boy had started also with Seth`s blowjob treatment, Seth brought himself to the edge and into an hilarious mood. He started to moan and was using a lot of dirty talk. "The little fucker is improving quickly. I know he`ll become a first class bitch within no time. Hopefully we`re going to turn him into a hell of a brother." But even though Seth was screaming now, he made sure instinctively that Chris-Boy was not completely over-challenged. He constantly looked at him and even made me lower my speed a bit, when he felt that Chris couldn`t handle our two tools anymore without suffocating. Only a while later Seth nodded at me and moaned: "Watch out, kiddo! We`re going to come NOW. You will keep your mouth open and drink both of our loads. Nothing`s going to be spoiled, understand?" Chris-Boy shortly looked at Seth, nodded, and then opened his mouth. I started to jerk myself off a bit, since for the last minutes it had been mostly Seth who was treated by the kid`s mouth. But when Seth put his arm around my shoulder and touched my nipples and chest with his other hand, I was almost automatically close to coming within no time. Then Seth and I screamed loudly. It was more like the roaring of wild animals and I also had to focus so that I didn`t lose my consciousness. The two of us had our climax almost completely at the same time and I could see that this gave Seth an extra kick, `cause he showed me a thumbs-up. Both Seth and I were targeting our spurts of cum exactly into the mouth of the kid so that only very few drops landed on the hair and the shirt of Chris-Boy. As usual, Seth collected some spurts with his finger and made sure that the kid was sucking it clean. For me this had made the whole scene even hotter. While having my relief and listening to Seth's moans and dirty talk I felt like I was in heaven. I made sure that my tool remained in Chris-Boy's mouth while I was still recovering.