Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2020 06:31:45 +0200
From: SKIN MASTER <skinpowerfighter@gmail.com>
Subject: A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 35: The Advantages of Co-Education (Part 1)

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 35
is finally out.

Chokee seemed to have fully arrived in the skin world. He's now living
the life of a hardcore fighter brother and is also taking his
responsibilities in the brotherhood very seriously. Therefore, he's also
aware that Seth is expecting results when it comes to educating Chris-Boy
and Keith, both of whom his brothers refer to as 'Chokee's pets'. Our
hero wants to apply a new method so that his proteges will achieve faster
and more lasting progress by making them learn from each other. But will
this principle of co-education finally work or will it fail because of
the undeniable differences between the two pets? Chokee knows that if he
fails, the blame will be put on him. So again he will be eager to deliver
results (as he did already all the time before).

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. XXXV.

A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 35: The Advantages of Co-Education
(Part 1)

When I woke up at around 4am, I started immediately to think about the
challenges of the coming day. How could I best achieve a fruitful
relationship between Chris-Boy and Keith, I wondered. Sure, some tension
was always good so that I would get from both of them the necessary
competitiveness and commitment to grow beyond their existing limits. But
what I wanted to avoid under any circumstances were constant fights or
even disloyalties between the two. If that happened, I would lash out
against both of them in a way that they had never seen before, I thought.
It was clear to me that the two, when I looked at their personalities,
could learn from each other if they were willing to do so. Chris-Boy was,
for instance, quite street-smart and had more valuable life experience.
Keith on the other hand had the better character and stood more for moral
values and truthfulness. So what I had to do was to create a situation
where they knew that it was better to join forces instead of fighting. I
decided to talk about this issue right away and make clear that any
wrong-doing of one of the two would always also count against the other.
With this trick of joint responsibility, I thought, it would best ensure
that any internal fights were kept to a sound level, `cause no one would
get a benefit out of that.

I must have been deep in my thoughts for quite a while, `cause suddenly
I felt Seth waking up. As usual he had his usual morning hard-on and,
before opening his eyes and as a kind of starter into the day, he wanted
to enter me. So he spit on his hand, used a bit of saliva to moisture his
tool and, while holding me firm in spoon-position, stuck his sword into
my ass. I didn't know at first whether he expected full relief or
whether he just wanted some morning relaxation. But very soon it became
clear that Seth was up for a complete new session. He fucked me heavily
from behind while screaming and moaning like crazy and doing the heaviest
dirty-talk one could think of. Shortly before he came he took his tool
out and pushed my head down under his sheet so that I would suck him off
while his legs were still covered with the blanket. Since my head was
fully covered, I could smell Seth's man scent all over and that turned me
on like a wild cat. I used all my blowjob talents which I had acquired
through hard work and obviously I did this to his whole satisfaction. He
shouted and moaned even louder now and called me his favorite names like
'first class cock sucker', 'cock addict', 'fuck brother', or 'fuck mate'.
When he came, he shot masses of his load directly into my mouth and by
fixing the position of my head without any flexibility, he made sure as
always that his dick stayed in my mouth the entire time. After he was
done, he seemed very happy, stretched his arms and legs, and gave me a
long deep kiss. Then he said to me with a smile:

"Let's have a coffee in the kitchen and plan our day! Come on, mate!"

He gave me a hand and helped me to get up from the mattress and then we
both walked to the kitchen. Since it was only before 5am on this Friday
morning and still dark outside, all the other brothers were still
sleeping. We were alone in the kitchen and so there was this intimacy and
openness between us, as by nature it can only exist among true brothers
who totally trust each other. I enjoyed this moment enormously, `cause
for me my relationship with Seth stood beyond everything and I wanted to
assure Seth of my feelings all the time when he allowed me to be with
him.

Seth handed me over a cup with fresh coffee and then sat down next to me
on one of the bar stools. Once in a while when talking to me, he was
grabbing my crotch probably also to make clear that he was entitled to me
and my body whenever he felt like it. For me, on the other hand, just
knowing that I enjoyed the continuous interest and protection by such a
dominant superior brother was overwhelming and let me stay half hard
almost all the time. Both of us started our morning cigarette almost
simultaneously and enjoyed the complete silence for some minutes. Then
Seth put one of his legs on my lap and allowed me to massage his foot a
bit.

Finally, Seth broke the silence and started the conversation:

"Ok, mate, what are your plans for today and this weekend?"

As I had done already the day before, I told him about my intentions with
Keith and Chris-Boy and the principle of complete co-education in which I
believed so much and that I wanted to apply to the two kids. I wanted
both to spend most of the day together and to create an atmosphere where
they were forced to learn from me and from each other fast. Both were
expected to start from the complete bottom line as mere towel boys and
personal servants and it was entirely up to them to work their way up in
the brotherhood. Sure, Keith was a little ahead, since he was crazy about
fooling around with me, while Chris-Boy, at least once in a while, still
acted like a maniac when guys came around him. On the other hand,
Chris-Boy was much more street-wise and had more life experience. I just
knew that once he got over his original limits and accepted the idea of
true and total masculinity as the brotherhood lived it, he would go up
like a rocket and develop fast, most likely even faster than 13-year old
Keith who knew nothing about life but only thought of me like a hardcore
groupie who adored his favorite rock star.

Seth immediately liked the idea and gave his approval.

"You're really helping the brotherhood. Let's see whether one or even
both of them are of the material that is necessary to become a good
brother and mate. As I said, the responsibility is on you and no one
else. Clear?"

I nodded and was happy that my plan was approved.

"But, Chokee, there are also some things that relate to you and that we
should discuss now," Seth continued and took a deep puff and then went
on:

"Let me start with the easiest or maybe even hardest thing. Next week
will be a complete off-period for us when it comes to smoking. Clear? I
told you at the beginning that smoking is part of our way of life and I
can see that meanwhile you also enjoy it pretty much. But there should be
no mental addiction at any time. Therefore both of us need regular
off-sessions and next week is one of them. So enjoy today and this
weekend, `cause Monday can become a little ugly. And just to give you a
warning: Most likely I'll get even more difficult during this period and
will try to replace my frustration with fucking. So your ass should be
prepared and always ready. Any questions?" he asked with a dirty smirk.

Even enjoying the idea of increased activity between Seth and myself, I
shook my head and that was obviously the reaction which was expected from
me, `cause Seth after inhaling again continued right away thereafter:

"Good. Second thing is that you need to fuck a cunt soon."

I must have looked very disturbed or even shocked at first and I also
knew that Seth's character just enjoyed seeing the fear in my eyes. To
have a little more time I wanted to sound funny and replied:

"But hopefully you don't want me to marry and lead the life of a father
staying at home with many kids."

The answer came straight away: "If I have the right of the first night
with the groom maybe."

He looked at me sharply while exhaling and then started to laugh out like
crazy. He slapped me on my knee several times and then said:

"Chokee, don't worry. I don't wanna keep you from your cock addiction.
Would be a lost cause anyway and after all I also profit from it. But for
the brotherhood it's important that you prove your masculinity. That's
all what it is about. And of course that doesn't mean that you can't
have your fun with the brothers anymore. On the contrary, after
satisfying a cunt's needs, your performance on your brothers will become
even better. And I know that in your case this means that after your
first cunt experience you will need even more real relaxation for your
tool ... which for you of course means men ... many men. Does this make
sense to you?"

I nodded and asked:

"Do you have someone specific in mind already?" I asked.

"Well, I will introduce you to some opportunities over the next few
days, maybe even on the weekend down at Stealth. You'll see. In that case
you could do it right away in the bathroom and the whole thing would be
quicker ... if that's what you want. But you can also bring any
sweetheart here - of course only those that I have approved before - and
go to one of the empty rooms with her. The room here of course is
off-limit, clear?"

"Thanks, brother," I replied. "Please let me think about it for some
time and then I'll let you know. Can we please do it this way?" I was
asking in a pleading voice. Little did I know that very soon an
opportunity would arise where also myself had a deep interest that a cunt
would get familiar with my new personality and get a first hand
experience of what true masculinity really meant.

"Wish granted,"Seth said and smiled. "Let's get to the third point
then. You remember Paul, right? And I'm sure you meanwhile also found
out what happened to him on the day when I was out with Lars and Tom took
over? Be honest!"

"Yes, Seth, I know what happened."

"Good. So since you really seem to have enjoyed your yesterday's
assignment concerning the kid, the brotherhood decided that you will also
participate in our next little action plan against Paul. `Cause we
believe that a traitor like him shouldn't walk around at all. So we have
planned for some nice kind of rendezvous. I'll explain to you all the
details when things are set. So, you're in?" Seth asked sharply and
clearly expecting only one answer.

After exhaling the last puff from my cigarette I replied:

"Of course, brother. Whatever you and the brotherhood demand from me."

Seth screened my eyes heavily when he heard my answer which really came
from the bottom of my heart, 'cause meanwhile I had fully accepted Seth
as my ultimate authority and it just felt great. So fortunately Seth
could really see and feel that I meant what I said and that I had learned
my lesson. He then took on an acknowledging smile and said:

"You really believe in all this here, huh? You've become a really good
brother and mate and I told you already that with this attitude you'll
make it to the absolute top. But just to round it up and also give you a
better feeling about all this: There will also be an event where we
support children that are raised by single mums. We're helping them with
food, toys and other stuff. And we'll also spend a day with the kids. You
will also want to take part in this, clear?"

I nodded again and could see that also the week ahead of me started to
become pretty busy already. I was not sure yet whether I should like this
or not, but in any case I was in.

"Ok, seems that we're all set then. All your other obligations, your
training and also your sessions with Lawrence will of course go in
parallel with all this. There won't be much time to sit on your lazy
ass," Seth said ironically and laughed again.

"And now let's start with our routine. We'll do our morning run first
and thereafter we'll have a shower. You also need a complete new shave.
That should make you look sufficiently powerful for your pet number 1.
Come on, move!"

Our run went as usual. Fortunately I was now already in a phase of total
routine and the efforts appeared manageable. Seth of course increased the
speed and when he saw that I was able to keep up with the new challenges
quite easily, he congratulated me on my improved body condition. We got
back from the run shortly after 6:30 in the morning and both sweated like
shit. We went to the bathroom, where we had our normal routine and it was
amazing to see that Seth, while he was shaving my head and in return I
was playing with his tool and balls, quickly got a full hard-on again. My
master, I thought to myself, was just insatiable and seemed to be ready
at any time. But all that did no longer come as a total surprise. After
all, my own libido had become pretty much similar: I felt ready to shoot
almost at any time and normally I was able to recover for a next session
within less than an hour. Seth as usual did a great job; everywhere on my
head I was completely bald. I decided however not to shave my face,
`cause I thought that my three-day stubble together with my totally
shaved head made me look even more aggressive. Seth fortunately agreed.

We went back to Seth's room and there I put on my light blue bleachers
(as mostly the case without underwear), my boots, and a red muscle shirt
showing a tank on THE back and on the front an MG 42 automatic machine
gun and the words SKIN KILLER COMMANDO (again in Gothic style letters).

"Wow," Seth said. "Your pet for sure will be impressed. Let's start
the day now. You still need to have your morning free weight session.
That you can do pretty much alone without me now. But don't forget that
in the afternoon you'll have your mental power training with Lars.
That's of course crucial. And tonight you'll have your longer shifts at
Stealth. The weekend is coming, don't forget. I'll be around basically
all day, so we'll see each other."

I nodded and went to Tom's room. It was now shortly after 8 am. Since I
had seen Tom in the living room already doing exercises on one of the
benches, I didn't knock at his door, but opened it right away. Tom's bed
had not yet been made and so the entire room looked and smelled like
total manliness. A really good place to straighten out your head, I
thought. Chris-Boy was still sleeping on his mattress. I got closer and
shook his shoulder rather roughly and ordered him with a loud voice:

"Come on, airhead, time to get up! You're late already on your first
day. You don't want me to beat you out of your bed, do you?"

It was really amazing to see the kid's reaction, which quite naturally
was driven by fear and respect. As soon as he opened his eyes, he jumped
up from his mattress and said almost automatically and with a robot-like
voice:

"Good morning, brother. I'm really sorry that I woke up so late. Please
excuse my mistakes!"

"You can be happy that I had quite a good start into the day," I
barked. "Thanks to comrade Seth first of all. Normally you should go
right away and kiss his feet and ass for that. But we don't have time and
so for once I'll give you a break. But you have exactly 15 minutes to get
your ass to the bathroom, get cleaned up and dressed and then I'll see
you in the kitchen. You'll wear your Martial Arts sweatsuit; there's a
fresh one on your chair. Hope I made myself clear enough. See yourself
there!" I said and left the room.

Exactly 13 minutes later Chris-Boy came to the kitchen where Seth and I
still sat on our bar stools. Phil was standing behind the bar table and
preparing our regular breakfast.

"There he is, our little airhead!" I said, when Chris-Boy came in. The
others were laughing right away and the kid blushed a bit, but didn't
dare object. I felt sorry for him a little, 'cause Chris-Boy still was
very much down and was now lacking any self-esteem. So I stopped the
picking and got a bit friendlier:

"It's ok. Come here, airhead, and have your oatmeal fruit bowl. And drink
at least one cup of coffee, the day and myself are gonna be hard on you,"
I said with a slight smile.

He still was not sure whether this offer was serious or whether one of
the three of us would start freaking out and hit on him. When he saw that
we behaved peacefully, he started to relax. His face got even more
surprised, when Seth stood up, grabbed into his pocket and said a bit
sarcastically:

"I heard that Choke yesterday went after your old cell and that it
couldn't hold against his boots, right? And he also made a promise, even
though he didn't talk to me about that before, huh?"

"Yes, that's right. But Choke ... I mean the brother didn't have any bad
intentions. He wanted to protect me and the brotherhood from any unwanted
spy attacks," the kid replied rather helplessly and was keen not to
provoke me.

"That doesn't answer the second part of my question, stupid!" Seth
barked.

"Well, the brother said that I'd get a new one from you some time in the
future. But of course, if you don't think that's right, I'm fine with
this, really ... I know that I'm not entitled to anything here ... please
don't get mad, brother!" Chris-Boy stuttered and couldn't hold back but
showed his enormous fear of Seth.

"Well, remember I told you that the brotherhood always keeps its
promises, always - for good and for bad! So, there you go!" Seth said and
handed him over his new cell. Chris-Boy couldn't believe what just
happened and just stared - still not believing his luck - at the device.

"It's super safe and Choke will show you all the functions. Goes without
saying that from now on you'll be available 24/7 for each and everyone in
the brotherhood. Is that clear?" Seth asked.

The slightly threatening tone in his voice was enough and the kid stood
up from his stool almost mechanically, looked at Seth and replied:

"Of course, brother. Fully understood! Thank you very much for being so
generous with me!"

"Perhaps it's not just shit in his head, but only air that we can fill
with some productive thoughts after all," Seth commented with a smile and
all of us burst out laughing again. Chris-Boy meanwhile understood that
this was not meant to be aggressive, but that it was more a joking way of
laughter. So the kid joined IN so he wouldn't look stupid.

"Anyway, I have to go now and start my shit. You'll follow Choke and will
do everything - I repeat EVERYTHING - he wants from you. Understand?
Otherwise your life can become pretty uncomfortable here. You can also
call it hell."

The kid confirmed again and after Seth and Phil had left, I started
telling him about his day. I told him that he would spend the morning
with me but that later another guy would join.

"His name is Keith and as I said last night, the two of you will
cooperate smoothly. 'Cause if not, hell will break out for you, I'll
promise. He's much younger than you, 13 years old only indeed. So it's
clear that you take a greater responsibility than him. If something goes
wrong, I'll blame you more than Keith, be sure of that! I want the two of
you to learn from each other. And as I said your joint goal is to keep me
happy. And you know already that I can freak out easily. Do you
understand this? I'll apply the principle of co-education and
co-responsibility to the both of you all the time. And as I said, the
elder one will have the greater burden."

Again the kid just nodded and confirmed, but while doing so was staring
at my cigarette all the time. I understood and replied quite angry:

"Instead of listening carefully to what I just said you would sell your
own mother for a cigarette, huh? But listen, from next week onwards
there'll be a one week off-period for me with smoking. So you better not
start smoking until this is over. I'll be in an extremely bad mood, and
of course I can't have a loser around me who inhales while I'm on
withdrawal. Got it?"

Chris-Boy nodded, but of course looked sad.

"But I'd know a way how you could inhale at least one time," I said while
giving him a dirty smile. Now I touched his back with my empty hand and
went down to his ass. When my fingers got below his sweatsuit pants, he
got tense right away. And when my middle finger went slightly over his
ass crack, his breathing became uncontrolled. But he didn't dare retreat,
'cause - even though Chris-Boy after his physical withdrawal was still in
the shittiest condition one could think of - he wanted to avoid by all
means that I would feel offended and thereafter would freak out and beat
the shit out of him. Deep inside I acknowledged this approach which
proved his growing obedience. But still it was funny to watch his
helpless reaction.

"What is it? Are you afraid that I'll rape you right away?" I asked
cynically.

"No, of course not. The only thing is ... I mean ... I don't know how to
say ..."

"For god's sake, fuck! Speak out and stop stuttering!" I shouted at him
and immediately he got afraid again.

"I told you that for a long time I hadn't had any sexual feelings and
before that I was straight. So it's hard to adjust," Chris-Boy tried to
explain and was close to crying.

I retreated with my hand, took another deep puff, and told him half
aggressive and half joking:

"Listen, airhead. At the beginning I really thought about fucking the
shit out of you - no matter whether you like it or not. A forceful fuck
can sometimes be real fun and a good piece of education for the fuckee.
But with you I have decided otherwise meanwhile. I know what you want and
I know what's going on in your bird brain which is still sick. It won't
take long and you'll be on your knees, 'cause you want me to fuck you.
You hear me, every fucking cell in your body and brain will scream for
it. You understand? And I will say no to you until you're going to creep
on your feet in front of me. And that's exactly how it should be between
us. So, unless you betray me or mess it up otherwise, I won't use force.
And so will the other brothers act. You can be happy about that, don't
you think?" I blew some cigarette smoke on his face to emphasize what I
just said and smiled.

With a great relief in his face Chris-Boy nodded. What I had just said to
the kid really was the absolute truth. Even the other night before I
liked the idea of using mere force against him. Meanwhile, however, the
emotional bond had already started to grow a bit. Even though the kid had
no attractive body at all because of his drug addiction, and even though
he didn't show any interest in any form of man action yet, I started to
like him. His cute face, his street smartness and his hard tries to obey
had a turn-on effect on me. I knew that even if he had enjoyed a thorough
rape in the end, it was by far more intriguing to wait and create an
atmosphere around him where he would soon start begging me to fuck him.
So I was sure by then that I should use the growingly aggressive part of
my character on someone else. And I knew that such an opportunity would
come sooner or later. Little did I have a clue that this would anyway be
sooner than expected.

"Thank you, brother," he whispered.

"Airhead, your whole idea of masculinity and true satisfaction will
change in no time. And with the right set of values that I will blow into
your brain by force if necessary, you'll go up like a rocket. Believe me!
This is a promise and be sure I'll remind you of this one day. And now
let's go. But before, you go and get the curl that I brought you
yesterday and I wanna see you using it all the time without interruption
- whether you're around me or not. Either with your arms or with your
legs. And apart from that your job is pretty simple - bringing me towels,
drying me up, bringing me my shakes - in other words you're going to be
nothing but my towel boy and you're going to fulfill all my needs. For
now that's the only purpose why you exist. Understand?"

The kid looked at me a bit insecure but then nodded again. I put the rest
of my cigarette into his mouth and he inhaled with such an expression of
joy in his face that I went with my hand over his face, smirked at him,
and said in quite an amicable tone to him:

"Come on, airhead! Let's go now!"

In the center downstairs I started with my free weight session. I told
Chris-Boy to go into one corner, work with his barbell and be at my
disposal whenever I needed him. When he watched me training, I could see
that while looking at my body in action his interest started little by
little. He didn't show it openly yet, but with his eyes looking at all my
tattoos and obviously enjoying the exceptional definition of my body, I
could tell right away.

"You like what you see, huh?" I asked during one break and then ordered
him to go to the bar and bring me another power drink. When he got back,
I had already turned on some hard RAC music to get the kid and myself
into the right mood for my training. I chose a song which had the title
WARDOG and that consisted of a very hard and dark soundbeat. The lyrics
suited perfectly to the fighter spirit that was necessary for a real gym
session and went like this:


Battle dress black, you're out to attack.

Taste of hunger, you just never turn back,

know no defeat, never kiss feet.

Slay your prey to live another day.


Eyes of rage, off your leash

No choke chain, to suffocate your brain

The hunt for justice, never will end

The taste of blood, traitors meet their end.


Your resistance, spirit to kill

Might of might, just for the thrill

Terror never known, shriek and a moan

Body in half, just like a bone

Wardog won't rest, until all is done

He's on a mission, to fight for his son

So watch out, you false ones, he's got an eye on you

No one will hear your cry, when wardog comes for you.


I was totally into the song and my movements, when Chris-Boy suddenly
said:

"The control that you have over your body is just amazing."

"Where do you know that from? I'm only doing weights here. Maybe
you'll get a better idea of body control after my boxing session. Be
careful that I won't try out my punches on you, airhead!" I barked at
him, but in a way that also Chris-Boy understood that this was more a
joke. I grabbed his head with my sweaty hand and gave him a friendly slap
and made sure that his nose was close to my armpit for a moment. It was
good to see that he didn't try to retreat or hold his breath. This time
he took it more like a typical mate's gesture.

"I think there is still a long way for me to go to get only a little
closer to where you are, and I can't see an end to all this yet,"
Chris-Boy said, a little sad and frustrated after another period of
silence.

During my kickboxing class with Seth, I could see that Chris-Boy's
interest grew again enormously. He couldn't get enough watching the
seemingly easy and perfect moves of Seth when hitting his opponent. He
quickly got the idea that martial arts were not so much about using the
maximum force but rather to use one's resources efficiently and only
going to such effort that was really necessary to strike down your enemy.
Seeing the two of us being in total harmony with our bodies, while
encouraging and challenging each other simultaneously, was something that
must have left a huge impression on him.

At the fitness bar he positioned himself at the sideway and did
everything not to get in our ways. But he kept watching and looked
thankful when I said that he should also have one power drink, even
though the taste was still uncommon for him. During the entire session
Seth acted as if Chris-Boy didn't exist for him. I could now better
understand how Tom must have felt during his first time with the
brotherhood. When I saw that, it crossed my mind again how lucky I was.
Seth had really acted differently to me the whole time. I told myself
repeatedly that I wanted to keep the situation like this under any
circumstances. In other words, I would do anything to deliver any
demanded proof for my full loyalty and obedience to Seth.

On our way upstairs to the apartment, I grabbed Chris-Boy's shoulder at
one point, and then made him feel again the warmth of my sweaty body. I
got closer to his ear and whispered:

"Look at it this way! You're right when you said before that there's a
long way for you to go. But on the other hand it's a one-way and either
you make it or you'll have a lethal crash. So at least you have full
certainty."

When the kid looked rather shocked , I burst out laughing and gave him
another friendly slap in his face. The quick relaxation in his face also
told me that he had started to like this kind of manly talk and that soon
he would be eager to try out the next level. So I was in rather high
spirits when we arrived in the apartment to have our lunch.