Date: Sat, 8 Aug 2020 09:28:50 +0200
From: SKIN MASTER <skinpowerfighter@gmail.com>
Subject: A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 41: The Two Pets in Action

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 41
is finally out.

Chokee's attention to his pets continues. Now it's time for their first
mission and the three decide to strike against a long-term enemy of
Chris-Boy who is also a former classmate of Keith and whose nickname is
Wonder Stevie. Chris-Boy is getting his chance to demonstrate his full
loyalty and prove himself as a real mastermind. By doing so, he indeed
sets up a unique plan whose execution will have a unique and ever-lasting
effect on Wonder Stevie. Their victim is exposed to an experience from
which he will suffer for the rest of his life. As an exception to the
rule, this chapter is not so much about cumming, but about power and
domination.

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. XLI.

A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 41: The Two Pets in Action

When we got back to the apartment, quite a lot of brothers were already
there. Seth and Keith had also joined already and we could find them in
the kitchen. I went to them, shortly turned to Keith, then to Seth and
asked:

"So, brother, how was it? Did it go well?" I asked.

While Keith was nodding, Seth in his typically concise manner said while
turning to the kid:

"Kind of. But there`s still some way to go, right?"

Then after only some seconds he went on:

"The strange thing is only that our friend is not happy with your
training methods at all. He was complaining quite heavily about you.
Isn`t that right, Keith?"

There was a moment of complete silence. I was looking at Keith`s shocked
boy face that still looked so young and was so different from his now
perfectly developed rest of the body. But the kid didn`t dare say
anything. There was pure fear in his eyes. Then I looked at Seth and
immediately understood. Now I tried to appear as someone who was
seriously furious and pissed but who couldn`t let out all his
frustration and anger immediately. With a very threatening tone in my
voice I replied while looking intensely at Keith:

"We`re going to have a private talk immediately after I have lunch. Be
prepared for the worst!"

"But I ... I didn`t ... there was really nothing ... I don`t know ...
please ...," the kid stuttered.

I reacted with complete silence which made the atmosphere even more
threatening. Then, after some further seconds of deadly silence, Seth and
I burst out laughing. Keith obviously didn`t understand and then was
rubbing his eyes in disbelief. Only a moment later Seth put his arm
around Keith and said while still laughing:

"Sorry, kiddo, just a joke! I know that you were talking about Choke only
in the best terms and I guess the brother also knows that. Isn`t that
right?"

It was difficult for me to speak, `cause I was still shaking out of
laughter. But finally I also put my arm around Keith and replied:

"You can bet your ass. And if something`s bothering you, we agreed that
you'll talk to me first, didn`t we?"

Keith nodded and only then I could notice the first signs of relief when
the kid realized that all this had been a joke. As expected he tried
everything that would keep my arm around him for as long as possible, and
Keith looked a bit disappointed when I finally said:

"Let`s move our asses and have lunch. And thereafter I wanna talk to you
and Chris for a bit. Clear?"

But then I remembered my latest idea of sending Keith back to his school
for one day and organizing a nice reunion with some of his former
classmates. So I turned to Seth once more and, while also looking at
Keith, presented him my latest proposal.

"Seth, don't you think that our brother has really developed quite
nicely. I mean, look at his body and his muscles. He has all the
potential to turn into a real warrior and killing machine. And don't you
think that his former school should know about all this fantastic
progress he's made?"

Seth, of course, immediately understood and, looking at his face, I knew
that he liked the idea. He put on his dirtiest smile and said
sarcastically:

"That would really be a nice reunion ... of course only if you hit the
right ones."

Keith himself became crazy about this idea right away. He loved to show
off his new strength and strike heavily against those whom he had hated
from the very beginning - classmates and teachers alike.

"Wait a minute! We're not a bunch of stupid hooligans terrorizing
innocent people. We have a codex to defend. So you better come up with an
intelligent plan and a worthy target. And then maybe I'll say yes," Seth
reminded us.

Fortunately that didn't turn out difficult at all. Again, it was
street-smart Chris-Boy who came up with the following plan: The target of
our action plan should be a boy called Stephen who went to the same
school Keith did and who was two years older than Keith. Stephen was the
younger brother of Spider Greg, Chris-Boy's torturer in his old gang -
the scum against whom I was sent on my first retaliation mission. So, it
was no wonder that Stephen's nickname was 'Wonder Stevie', 'cause - with
the help of his awful brother - he had started with drug-dealing at a
very early age (before he even got a teenager). By now he had become
famous among his classmates and dealt with everything that was on demand
- painkillers, ecstasy, cocaine and also heavier stuff. The most awful
thing was that Wonder Stevie also sold painkillers and antidepressants to
those who were suffering enormously from test anxiety and very often this
turned out to be the first step for a heavy drug addiction to follow. The
description of this awful devil just sounded perfect for a retaliation
mission, I thought. Keith added:

"Brothers, I really agree. That's one of the most awful guys I've ever
met. He's false and doesn't have any values. Of course, he does all his
drug-dealing behind the back of those assholes who I had to call my
teachers. Only comrade Dan had a clue, but never has gotten any solid
proof so far. And by the way, shortly after I had started having second
thoughts about my future way of life and had had my first meetings with
you, he suddenly and in front of everyone decided to lash out against me
and called me 'Nazi' and 'brown scum'. It was quite embarrassing, 'cause
back then I wasn't in the position yet in which I am now. Sure, I slapped
him shortly before I left school ... but still he's really the perfect
target."

That all made sense to us and Seth nodded, also because he knew that a
strike against Wonder Stevie would send out a strong signal both against
Keith's and Chris-Boy's former gang who he now called his enemies.
Chris-Boy was really in his element and shaped out an excellent plan. It
was the first time that Seth and I were listening to him and could really
experience his potential for the brotherhood.

"Listen, brothers, that's quite an easy one. I will set up a trap so that
during classes this scum will believe that he has to pick up a new drug
load in the school toilet. All this shouldn't happen during the official
school break, 'cause then it would be too noisy and there would be the
risk to be discovered right away. Instead, Keith and I will enter the
school building while classes are still going on and when our target
comes to the toilet for the faked pickup, he will get his special
treatment. Shouldn't take longer than 15 to 20 minutes though. And of
course Comrade Dan should know so that he can take care of a loud
presentation in the classroom or something similar and make sure that no
one will hear anything."

Seth, always always being a fan of hard and heavy action, was very
positively surprised when he heard that proposal from Chris-Boy's mouth
and, for the first time, showed his respect openly in front of the
others. He put his arm on Chris-Boy's shoulder and said:

"I really like this plan, brother. And it seems that you have guts,
'cause you're including yourself in the execution. So, you, Keith, and of
course Chokee will take care of the preparations. You should also talk to
Dan of course. Once the plan is set, I wanna hear every detail and, if
it's well done, we'll go to execution."

Chris-Boy was proud, when, for the very first time, he heard all the
acknowledgement in Seth's voice in front of all the others and
immediately started with the fine-tuning of the plan. Due to his
still-existing contacts it was not a problem for him to set up the trap
and make Wonder Stevie believe that a new drug load would be handed over
to him, for a special price of course, on the following Tuesday at 10 am.
When we told Dan, he burst out laughing and was immediately supportive of
our plan. He hated Wonder Stevie as well, but as a teacher, couldn't have
lived out his real fantasies so far. And of course he was of course
pissed that so far he had never gotten a solid piece of proof in his
hand.

"This guy is just pure evil. No values, no feelings for others ...
nothing! It also turned out to be useless to catch his attention for
anything other than money and other status symbols. This piece of shit
really deserves the worst!" Dan said.

He promised to organize a joint video presentation for all his history
classes in one of the greater auditoriums in the basement. That would
mean that any noise coming from the toilet in the first floor could be
overheard more easily. But still he told us that the kids should close
and lock the door and also avoid any unnecessary screaming. They promised
to do so.

Then Seth took me and Chris-Boy aside and told us in a very determined
way:

"Listen, brothers! You all know that the development of Keith's body is
quite outstanding and that he's gotten pretty wild within no time. But
often he just can't control his new muscle power yet, right? Just to be
sure: I don't wanna see any dead people here. That limit is set and
you're responsible for this. I hope I'm making myself clear here. Apart
from this, have your fun!"

Chris-Boy and I confirmed right away and, after Seth had left again,
Chris-Boy came up to me once more and said with a half superior and half
dirty smile on his face:

"Brother, you can really trust me. I'll watch out that Keith will behave.
If you want, I will place the webcam of my cell phone in the toilet so
that you can watch. But trust me, Wonder Stevie will really learn from
this. He's going to be a changed man after that."

I smiled back and strangely enough and without being able to tell exactly
why, I had the necessary confidence in Chris-Boy; he was just WAY too
smart to mess it up. The execution of their plan, since everything had
been prepared in detail in advance, just worked out smoothly. Keith and
Chris-Boy decided to dress totally in black and in combat style. They
also wore the same shirt having the words FIGHT ATTACK AND DESTROY
together with a THOR HAMMER printed on the front (of course in Gothic
style). The only difference between the two was that Chris-Boy decided to
wear in addition a black MA 1 jacket which was a good choice, since it
made him appear much bigger and more muscular. In the case of Keith, who
meanwhile looked like a mega truck and scared everyone off right away,
that clearly was no longer necessary.

At 9:30 in the morning we arrived in our van in front of the school
building and the two pets went in right away. As soon as they had reached
the toilet, Chris-Boy positioned the webcam in the right angle and
established the necessary connection with my cell so that I could watch
everything. Then the waiting began. Shortly after 10 o'clock I suddenly
heard the door opening and only seconds after that I could hear heavy
screams. First, they were screams out of surprise, but very quickly they
turned into screams whose sounds indicated that someone was in serious
trouble and was fearing for his life. Since all that did not yet happen
in the toilet cabin, I could only hear through my earphones what was
going on but didn't see anything on the screen yet. That changed however
when Keith pushed Wonder Stevie, who had already quite some bruises, into
the cabin. Chris-Boy immediately followed, shut the door, locked it, and
sat down on the toilet flush so that he would have an elevated position.
Constantly he was keeping an eye on the cellphone making sure that it was
filming the entire scene from the right angle. With a very rough and
painful move, Keith - standing broad-legged behind Wonder Stevie all the
time - pushed the kid's head down and by doing so made him kneel down in
front of Chris-Boy. The kid was screaming like an animal, but it seemed
that Keith and Chris-Boy were dominating the scene in perfect
collaboration. Then the main session could begin and Chris-Boy, being
truly in his element, first made sure that there was a sufficient
distance between him and his victim so that Wonder Stevie, who was
subjected to Keith's firm grip, didn't have a chance to reach him. He
started a cigarette, made a pause where you could only hear the scared
breathing of their target, and only then started talking with a quiet but
cold and determined voice:

"Listen, shithead! I can leave the room right now and leave you alone
with my mate. But that for sure would mean your final death sentence,
'cause he doesn't know his limits yet. And I'm sure you wouldn't like
this fate, WOULD you? So see me as a kind of life insurance for you, Ok?"

Through the camera I could see the dirty and superior grin in Chris-Boy's
face while saying this. His controlled and cold manner was dominating
every bit of the situation.

Suddenly, completely misjudging his relative strength, Wonder Stevie
tried to get up from his kneeling position and hit Chris-Boy's face with
a knife that had been hidden on his left ankle. I could see, however,
from my pets' routine movements that they had expected and counted on
this reaction. Later Chris-Boy would tell me that when taking Wonder
Stevie by surprise they on purpose had left him in the belief that they
hadn't discovered his weapon and were expecting his attack at any moment.
It was indeed similar to my mission against Spider Greg. For Chris-Boy,
this was the long-awaited opportunity to make the kneeling scum repay for
everything he had to suffer in his previous life from his gang. So both
recruits were now acting in perfect harmony and responding with a
symphony of coordinated strikes. While Keith was holding Wonder Stevie
tight and almost broke his arms, it was Chris-Boy who hit his face hard
and heavy calling the boy 'the most useless and evil scum on earth' and
'not worthy to live'. And again I could adore Chris-Boy's smart way of
handling things: since he knew that, compared to all other brothers, his
physical power was limited, he had always paid attention when Seth and
Lars were demonstrating and explaining those fighting techniques that
cost the least effort but inflicted the maximum pain. And that was
exactly what he tried out now with Wonder Stevie with great success. This
in turn left the intended impression with his victim that Chris-Boy was
much stronger than he actually was.

While I was watching the scene on the screen, I had to think of my friend
Phil Anselmo from PANTERA who was so crazy about watching fights and
would have loved seeing all this on the screen. One of his best songs
with the title I AM THE NIGHT perfectly described what effect Chris Boy's
totally black appearance must have had on Wonder Stevie:


I am the terror

the best at large

heed my warning

sound the alarm

an endless shadow

for daylight you pray

lock your doors

but you can't get away!


Tender angels of mercy

how they run from the sight

eclipsed into darkness

searching only for the light

But they won't find it, I have to say

'Cause it's the powerful me who's in your way!


"Now it's payback day, fucking scum! Every strike shall remind you what
you and your stupid brother did to me.This piece of shit which is called
your brother even called me once a faggot, when you were also there. Do
you remember, you worthless scum?" Chris-Boy shouted while inhaling
deeply from his cigarette during a pause in which the beating had
stopped.

I don't know whether Wonder Stevie actually did remember or whether, out
of shock, he was not even able to recognize Chris-Boy again whose looks
and way of behavior have changed so dramatically. In any case, before the
boy had a chance to answer, Chris-Boy was opening the buttons of his
black combat pants and said with a superior grin:

"I'll show you now who's the real man among us and who will be turned
into the world's greatest fag."

To my surprise, after Chris-Boy had taken his tool out, it was not
totally soft, but, most likely enjoying the feeling of real power over
someone else, I could see a slight erection. Within no time he targeted
his cock against Wonder Stevie and started pissing on him making sure
that the stream was hitting both his face and his upper body. The kid was
screaming - both naturally out of embarrassment and also out of pain,
'cause the salty pee on his wounds for sure was not a nice experience.

"Open your mouth or do you want my mate to open it for you?" Chris-Boy
shouted with the coldest look in his eyes.

Wonder Stevie cried out once more, but that didn't impress the two pets
at all. Chris-Boy gave Keith a short sign after which, with a great
delight on his face, he used a certain grip that he had learned from Lars
and within no time and with an animal-like scream the boy's mouth went
open.

"I told you that you have no chance. Resistance is no option for you,
asshole. It will only make things worse and increase the amount of my
piss," Chris-Boy said, again with an evil smirk on his face and taking a
deep puff from his cigarette.

Then, slowly Chris-Boy got up from his sitting position so that he was
standing on the toilet seat. He started to pee heavily again and was
targeting the stream right into the mouth of Wonder Stevie. The kid tried
to scream, but this was not possible because of Keith's grip; it all
ended up in some inaudible roaring. When Chris-Boy was done, Wonder
Stevie was coughing heavily and the only thing his body craved was
oxygen. Chris-Boy didn't seem bothered at all by this, but looked into
his victim's eyes and went on:

"You will lick my tool clean now. Don't even think of trying to bite or
hurt me! I guess you know meanwhile what my mate is capable of. If you
do, I'll leave you two alone and you know what a nice effect this would
have on your shitty life. So, for once, think twice before you take
action. Believe it or not: this is good advice!"

While Keith was keeping his grip on Wonder Stevie's mouth, Chris-Boy now
got closer to him and put his tool in.

"Lick it clean, bastard!" Chris-Boy shouted while taking his cock in and
out and making sure that it was hitting the boy's tongue.

One could see from the victim's eyes that every will of resistance had
long passed. Amazing, I thought, how weak the will and fighting spirit of
average mainstream scum is; those shitheads just don't have any values,
honor, or codex. Suddenly, while Chris-Boy's cock was still in Wonder
Stevie's mouth, the boy faded away and lost his consciousness. Keith, for
a very short moment, looked a bit shocked, probably because he thought
that their victim was passing away and he was well aware that this had
been explicitly prohibited by Seth. But Chris-Boy was in total control of
the situation and told Keith to put the boy's head into the toilet sink
and use the flush. Keith followed and pretty much immediately the
coughing and screaming of Wonder Stevie started again.

Chris-Boy gave a sign to Keith who understood immediately and pushed
their victim back into his original kneeling position, while Chris-Boy
took again his seat on the toilet flush.

"I'm telling you now what you have to do to survive all this here.
Understand?"

Wonder Stevie, who was bleeding all over, nodded.

"And while I'm doing so, you will lick my boots super clean, 'cause they
are dirty and dirt is good for scum like you. It's a good and natural
combination, don't you think? But before, you clean your stupid face,
'cause I don't wanna have the dirt and blood from scum like you on my
boots. Clear?" Chris-Boy went on.

Chris-Boy threw some toilet paper towards Wonder Stevie and Keith set one
arm free so that he was able to catch it. He started to clean his face
right away while crying.

"Quicker! We don't have all day, shithead!" Keith shouted.

Then Keith took the paper from Wonder Stevie's hand again, threw it into
the toilet and then pushed the guy's head to Chris-Boy's boots.

"Take out your fucking tongue and lick it clean! You better use your
rotten tongue damn well. You should know meanwhile that there's no way
out for you anymore. If you don't do well, there's still the option of
leaving you alone with my mate and before he kills you, his always-ready
tool will let your ass know what being a true man means. Would you like
that?" Chris-Boy said with a threatening tone in his voice while giving
Keith a thumbs-up.

Wonder Stevie tried to shake his head but couldn't do so because of
Keith's tight grip. Then he started to whine and cry. Again, it was
surprising to see how little effort it took to break the scum's will
entirely and Chris-Boy of course, with his intelligence and will to
dominate and rule, was the perfect brother to control and make use of
this. Anyhow, this time it was no longer necessary for Keith to use any
force, his mere threats were more than enough. As soon as Wonder Stevie's
nose hit Chris-Boy's boots, he took out his tongue almost automatically
and started the expected cleaning process.

"You better listen to me carefully now. I don't know whether a shithead
like you knows something about multi-tasking, but I couldn't care less.
I'm only saying all this once. And as I told you before, if you don't
comply, you'll have an exclusive rendezvous with my mate - alone ... if
you know what this means," Chris-Boy barked.

Then he came up with his orders which he shouted at the boy like nails on
his face. First thing was of course that all drug-dealing had to stop
immediately. Second was that, from now on, he would tell everything to
Chris-Boy that was going on in the gang. And third thing was that
whatever they wanted him to do he would comply with.

"You'll meet me and my mate weekly from now on and will report to us
every fucking detail you know. And you'll do from now on as we say. If we
say, 'Kneel down', you do, if we say 'Crawl', you do, and if we say 'Call
the fucking cops', you also follow. Your own will doesn't exist anymore
from now on. Does your stupid little brain get that?" Chris-Boy shouted.

The boy nodded again.

"And last, you'll pay for what you've done to all those who've become
addicts because of your evil existence. I'll think of something and
believe me it won't be nice. But every time you'll do as we say. Is that
fucking clear?"

Once more he nodded.

"I can't hear you, you stupid piece of shit!" Chris-Boy shouted and again
I was amazed how quickly this street-smart kid understood what an
efficient interrogation style really meant. He most likely remembered his
own first experience with the brothers and, together with his knowledge
of the human psyche and his willingness to exploit all its weaknesses,
was a really fast learner.

Wonder Stevie said something inaudible. Immediately Chris-Boy grabbed the
head of his victim and barked:

"You've one last chance to confirm loud and clear. Otherwise I'll leave
you alone with my mate. And obviously he's not interested in whether you
can talk any longer."

"No ...please not! I, I, I am .... I'll do whatever you want from me.
Please ... ," Wonder Stevie stuttered.

"Loud and clear!" Chris-Boy countered without any remorse in his voice.

"I'll do whatever you say, sir!" Wonder Stevie finally said.

"Sounds better now," Chris-Boy said while inhaling deeply from the last
part of his cigarette.

"Wait a minute!" Keith now intervened with a devilish smile.

"What is it, mate?" Chris-Boy asked, also with a dirty grin.

"Some months ago, when I still used to come to this fucking place here,
this scum used to call me 'Nazi' in front of everyone in the class. I
think we should have a word on a one-on-one basis. I think we should
settle once and for all who's the moral scum among us," Keith said.

"I completely understand, brother. That was really offensive and didn't
show the necessary respect. So I'm waiting outside then and you will give
him a taste of what true manliness for a Nazi means," Chris-Boy said with
a triumphant look on his face.

"No! Please don't! I thought we've come to an agreement now!" Wonder
Stevie pleaded with sheer panic in his voice.

"Agreement? There's no agreement with scum like you! ... But maybe I'll
stay if you seriously ask me for this and if you take care of my mate's
needs," Chris-Boy said.

As agreed before with Chris-Boy, Keith now opened the zip of his pants.
Of course he was still far too immature and emotionally dependent on me
and Chris-Boy that he would get a hard-on in such a situation. But
Chris-Boy knew about this of course, but his goal was only to humiliate
his victim more.

"See, you look so much like shit and stink like a hyena that my mate
cannot even get a hard-on. And believe me, different from you, he's a
real man of honor and normally doesn't have a problem with all that. So
all this is your fault. You better kiss his dick now and show your
obedience and respect! 'Cause from now on it's only my mate and me who
decide your destiny. I count from five backwards. And if I don't see you
paying your respect, I'll leave. So: five .... four ... three."

One could hear the excitement and triumph in Chris-Boy's voice, now that
he finally had a chance to pay back those who were responsible for all
the suffering in his previous life. Wonder Stevie seemed totally
finished, one could only hear his nervous breathing. But, typical of scum
like him, his instinct to survive was stronger than anything. And because
he knew that Chris-Boy really meant what he said, no force was necessary
any longer, but the boy, almost voluntarily or even automatically like a
robot, was kneeling down again in front of Keith and, before Chris-Boy
ended with his backwards-counting, took Keith's cock in his mouth and
tried to work on it with his tongue.

Again, Wonder Stevie was completely over-challenged with the situation,
'cause he didn't expect at all Chris-Boy's and Keith's strategy that of
course they had agreed on before. Suddenly and only seconds after he had
started his swallowing and sucking efforts, Keith, with one forceful and
violent move, pushed the boy away so that he fell with his shoulders
against the toilet sink. He made sure that it was painful but that the
boy didn't bump his head against the sink.

"This just feels disgusting! I don't wanna have my precious tool in a
scum's mouth like this. I need a real man!" Keith barked with an angry
look on his face while closing his pants again.

Chris-Boy, with a dirty smile, looked angrily at Wonder Stevie who was
bleeding out of his mouth and obviously expected further beatings, 'cause
he tried to hold his hands in front of his head to protect it from the
pet's further strikes.

"You're so worthless. Just look at yourself and then you can see how
rotten and stinky you are. Both on the outside and also in your mind by
the way! You're really not worth living in this fucking world ..."

When Chris-Boy turned around and pretended to leave, Wonder Stevie really
thought that his final moment had come. Still in a kneeling position, he
started pleading, whining, and crying all at once. Only after some
further seconds of total silence, Chris-Boy continued:

"But anyway, for the time being I think we're done. I hope you've
understood your future role between us here, have you? Or shall we get
back to my old favorite and have a sole rendezvous with my mate?"
Chris-Boy asked while Keith was grabbing him on his neck which made it
difficult for the boy to breath.

Wonder Stevie, again in sheer panic, didn't know whether he should nod in
response to the first question or shake his head in response to the
second. So, by a mixture of animal-like sounds and crying, he tried to
make clear that he had understood Chris-Boy's words damn well. But he was
no longer able to talk and, both out of shock and the lack of oxygen due
to Keith's grip, got close to fading away once more. Chris-Boy grinned
and then made a sign to Keith who understood right away and let off his
victim. Wonder Stevie, completely broken and not even able to cry
anymore, sank down and remained lying on the floor while my two pets were
leaving the scene.

Before leaving the toilet cabin Chris-Boy, with his typically triumphant
and cruel expression, turned around one last time and told the wimp on
the floor:

"Listen, shithead! One last thing: if you talk about what just happened
here, I promise we'll come back and compared to what we're going to do
with you then, our little rendezvous here was like a holiday. So you
better think twice before you open your mouth."

Then the live transmission ended, since Chris-Boy grabbed his cellphone
and the two recruits, both in a pretty hilarious mood, came back to the
car, which we had parked in front of one of the back entrances of the
school building.

"Wasn't that fun? And the good thing is that we have an excellent bug now
who will tell us every fucking detail of what's going on in my former
gang," Chris-Boy said, giving Keith a brotherly hug to reassure him that
he did great. Needless to say, I also congratulated both on their
successful mission and knew from that point onwards that, as a pack, they
were unbeatable and would become an enormous value for the brotherhood.

"Are you sure that this scum will keep his mouth shut?" I asked.

Chris-Boy gave us again one of his superior smiles and replied:

"I really hope so. 'Cause I think the scum should know by heart now that
if he doesn't, we will find out about this. And we will for sure, 'cause
control is much better than mere belief ..."

Then, after a fit of laughter, he told us that, during Wonder Stevie's
treatment, he had placed a small mini transmitter on his finger and had
made sure that Wonder Stevie had swallowed it.

"You know, these things are amazing. Relatively cheap and very reliable!
They get stuck in your gut and are completely resistant against any form
of digestion. And so the human body itself becomes the transmitter and
sends out all the necessary signals that we need and without the target
having any clue. Isn't that great?" Chris-Boy was looking at me, again
with his triumphant grin.

When he saw my astonished face, he tried to explain:

"Sorry, brother, I know that I should have told you earlier. But from my
earliest years I had become a true technomaniac and I really think that
I'm helping everyone here."

Looking at Chris-Boy, it became clear to me how mysterious the kid was.
True, I had seen and learned about his intelligence pretty much
immediately after he first came to the center and still was nothing but a
drug addict. But now, already on his very first mission, I could watch by
myself what this boy was capable of. He had all the potential to become
the next mastermind of the brotherhood. But for that of course, we all
had to be sure that the kid was fully committed and more than 100 percent
loyal. Because all this was so damn important, I decided to talk to Seth
about it and he immediately ordered me to do various loyalty tests with
Chris-Boy - similar to the ones Paul had to go through and from which the
brotherhood could learn that he was nothing but scum. With Chris-Boy,
however, it turned out to be totally different. In the following weeks he
passed all of the tests without giving the slightest indication that he
would ever be ready to betray any one of us. On the contrary, whenever
the boy felt that a risk or certain danger would come up, he immediately
started talking to me and also presented his ideas to solve the problem.
On the other hand, he never questioned an order by the brotherhood and
always executed what was expected or demanded from him. Sometimes I was
wondering whether the boy just knew that he was being tested; but also
for this, I had no indication. Months later, when the testing phase was
over and I felt sure that the brotherhood could really rely on Chris-Boy,
Seth and I had a word with him and wanted to know about his true
motivation. Chris-Boy smiled at us and, even though he tried, couldn't
suppress his typical superior look - something that back at the
beginning, when he met the brotherhood, would have cost him a serious
beat-up by Seth. Meanwhile, however, Seth also started to like the kid
and to be impressed by Chris-Boy's unique qualities. But, in any case, we
needed to be sure that he would use those only in the interest of the
brotherhood.

"Look, brothers, all this is quite an easy one. I was really at the total
bottom of my life. I was nothing but a drug-addict and my former gang
made use of this and exploited me almost every second. Maybe when
thinking about this you can understand how much hate against this scum is
now inside me and how much pleasure it meant for me to go after Wonder
Stevie. Anyways, even back then, deep inside I knew I hated my life and
I'm sure that meanwhile I would have ended somewhere in the streets and
maybe I would no longer exist, if I hadn't met you. When you came,
believe it or not, it brought a real new meaning to my life. I mean, it
was one of the hardest schools ever, but now I feel like being part of
something much bigger. I have a clear goal in my life and the values and
also the political goals that you taught me really make sense to me now.
I love my new way of life, my routine, and the feeling of total loyalty
and trust - remember I never had that before. And look: I know I will
never become someone with the same physical qualities that you have. I
mean, looking at mega trucks like you or Keith is a huge turn-on for me,
but let's be realistic: I just know I can't reach this level. That of
course doesn't mean that I wouldn't try hard, and I think you can really
see that I'm putting in a lot of effort in here. But, in this respect, I
will always stay one of the weaker links. When you look at it from that
angle, doesn't it make sense to you that I'm giving something to the
brotherhood that I'm really good at? Of course I know that I'm not
stupid, also back at school my teachers found out about this quickly and
true, I'm making a lot of use of this to get my will. But I want you and
the brotherhood to profit from this, 'cause that's where I'm best at. I'm
really not doing my own thing here. You must believe me and give me some
credit ... Please, brothers!"

When telling the last part of his expöanation, Chris-Boy's voice became
rather pleading and weak and one could feel that he needed Seth's and my
support. What he said also sounded credible. After Chris-Boy had left
(not knowing how we would decide), Seth came up to me and asked me in his
typical concise manner:

"Do you trust him?"

Solely based on my instinct I confirmed. Seth looked at me sharply, then
suddenly grabbed my balls and replied:

"You better be right about this. 'Cause if not, I will cut your balls."

Then he burst out laughing and left. I went straight away to Chris-Boy's
room and suddenly grabbed him on the neck. Then I told him with a clear
and determined voice:

"You're getting the chance of your lifetime here! The slightest wrong
move, and everything's over."

Chris-Boy remained calm and replied:

"Completely understood, brother! Trust me, you will never regret it!"

From this point onwards, Seth, myself, and the brotherhood started to
include Chris-Boy more and more in the planning and execution of our
actions, and his proposals were mostly good and usable. He always made
sure that our plans would have their maximum effect and not expose us to
any unnecessary risk. And even though we were checking more than
regularly, there was never anything that would raise doubts about his
loyalty. Chris-Boy was just an incredible brain who made a clear
difference between the brotherhood that meant everything for him and the
rest of the world to which he had no connection and where he went on
using all tricks just to get his will.

In case of Keith, things of course were much easier. He just stayed
totally focused on me and more and more also on Chris-Boy. He would do
what the two of us and the brotherhood told him. As a true power fighter
and with his body growing into mere perfection, he saw himself as the
sword of the brotherhood and was more than happy with this role. Needless
to say, there was a silent agreement between me and Chris-Boy that we
would never exploit or misuse his commitment in any way. And I have to
admit that I never saw Chris-Boy who, from his earliest years, really
knew how to manipulate people, doing anything like this with Keith. More
like an older brother, he was constantly watching out for him and in
return was fully protected against any form of physical attack. My guess
was that for the first time in his life, he felt truly responsible for
someone.

Anyway, let me get back to the time when we returned to the center after
my pets' mission against Wonder Stevie. At a quiet moment, I took Keith
aside and whispered into his ears:

"Don't worry about your hard-on problems in front of scum. Soon you'll
get a reward that you will never forget. I think this time you really
earned it."

When Keith returned my comment with his irresistible boyish look, I knew
that I had the moral obligation to fulfill my promise soon.