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Thanks a lot for all your positive feedback on my previous chapters. Now Chapter 13 is out. What follows in there is Chokee's first shift at Stealth Bar. Seth continues to back Chokee's ongoing transformation, but also shows a side of his character which is quite scary for Chokee. Still, with his old life vanishing more and more, Chokee becomes addicted to the pure masculinity of the skinhead cult.
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And now please enjoy Part XIII, hopefully still with the same hot feelings of adoration for our hero and for the other skin brothers that you had when this story started:
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER? 13: My First Shift In A Different World (slightly revised)
"Chokee, wake up, it's already past 8am and we must get ourselves ready. Move your ass to the bathroom. Quickly, come on!"
In the bathroom we had our normal shower procedure and, believe it or not, it was the first time when my body already expected the cold water treatment. I made it at least to three minutes and it helped to overcome the last piece of sleepiness. After that Seth did a new shaving of my head. He sat as usual naked on a stool and I kneeled down between his legs playing with him a bit. This time he didn't use the electric shaver, but did a wet cut with shaving cream, which to me felt more agreeable and made me look even cleaner. While shaving me, he was smoking a cigarette.
"Chokee, tonight you may have some beers. Tomorrow you'll have an off-day anyways, since your muscles need to recover. The only thing tomorrow will be your 7 mile run. So you can have some fun and fool around with the brothers! Just follow Phil's advice, he knows exactly what to do. Stealth is really important to the brotherhood, 'cause it's the place to be and it helps to maintain contact with lots of other brothers. So when we need to be many for some of our action plans, normally this isn't difficult at all because of all the networking at Stealth. So I need you to be super nice and super hot to all our comrades. Understand?"
I nodded and promised to do my best.
When we were done with the shaving, we went back to Seth's room to get dressed and as usual it was still Seth who decided what I should wear. He went for my tight dark blue bleachers and a black muscle shirt with the number 88 on it. Only later I would learn about the fascinating secret right wing codes and that 88 stood for HAIL HITLER.
After that he also gave me a belt that I should wear even though I also had my red braces on. The buckle had an Indian black sun symbol on it which, as I later learned, was closely connected to the swastika symbol, but also had its own historical meaning.
And finally he made me wear a broad black leather bracelet on my right hand with many silver iron crosses on it. Later Seth would explain to me that the silver crosses were made of steel and so, within no time, this beautiful piece of jewelry could also be transformed into very efficient brass knuckles that would bring up some speed in case of a serious fight.
"And apart from looking damn hot: you will have to carry quite a lot of beer and liquor tonight. Since this nice bracelet also stabilizes your wrist, it really helps that your arm will not get injured," Seth explained.
It didn't take long and I would soon become a real expert on those toys. Whenever a new one came up, I would proudly be among the first ones to have it. Especially after my recruitment training was done and I would meet Pat and start my music career, toys like this would become something like an addiction to us.
At last of course I put on my new jacket of which I was so proud.
I looked into the mirror and really liked what I saw. My face showed the first signs of being much more defined. Together with my clean-shaved head this helped greatly to look more determined and no longer as merely everybody's darling - a term by the way that I always hated. The clothing of course added much to this impression. Seth had done a lot to make me appear as a recruit who was willing to go to any possible effort to become a true fighter skin and thus to be accepted by the rest as a new comrade. And since this impression really mirrored my true feelings, it was not a lie, either. I hoped that the others would notice or even feel the truthfulness of said impression.
Seth himself decided to dress classically: olive-green combat pants, black combat boots, and a white muscle shirt with the word "RESISTANCE" in black Gothic letters on both sides. With his sharply defined body which appeared to consist only of pure muscle, he looked as powerful and frightening as on the day when I first met him in front of the movie theater. It was just amazing and I just couldn't stop looking at him.
Before we left and went downstairs, Seth suddenly moved his right hand between my legs and grabbed my crotch. He looked at me sharply and said:
"And no longer any false modesty, clear? We're going to be among brothers and it's perfectly fine to show your feelings. When you're aroused, show it! When you're pissed, show it! And when you want to fuck or mess around, just do it! Both your brothers and scum should know right away what effect they'll have on you. Only the reaction might be different."
Seth laughed out when saying that, again I nodded, and then we left. When we came downstairs, Phil was already waiting for me.
"Finally, here you are. I already thought that my ass would be left alone and I must handle everything. Chokee, let's go to the backroom and I'll explain everything you need to know for your first day."
And with that comment, he put his arm again around my ass and also the rest of his body came very close to me. I liked it, because meanwhile I had gotten used to and in some way already addicted to his man scent. Phil guided or better almost pushed me to the backroom and closed the door.
"So here we have all the beers and the other drinks we offer. It's not that much, 'cause we're fortunately a classical skin bar. 80 to 90 percent of all orders will be beer. We have two different ones, dark and light beer. And then we have a very strong liquor called absinth. It's normally a high flyer during later hours on the weekends. You must always check carefully that everyone has enough to drink and do the refill almost automatically, understand? And also join them with drinking whenever you get invited. Of course you shouldn't lose control over yourself. But let them have fun with you, 'cause they will love you for this, that's for sure. Otherwise, if you don't join the fun, some brothers can become rather moody or even aggressive. So for sure you wanna avoid this. And I guess Seth told you already: be extra nice to them and let them touch you if they feel like it! This place keeps all of us connected to the skin culture and with each other. It's nothing less than a joint pool from which we can plan all our actions and where we get the necessary support."
"Of course I'll be nice to them. I'm getting more and more into this skinhead way of life and want nothing more than to be part of it," I smiled.
"Good.", Phil said. "By the way, on the weekends it will be even harder, but also more fun. Because mostly at least two really good RAC-bands will play. So we have to keep the band members happy as well and sometimes help to settle some physical action. But we're going to talk about it tomorrow. For tonight I will take care of the music on my own, 'cause you don't know the bands and songs well enough yet."
Again I nodded and turned myself to go to the bar area again and start my shift. But Phil grabbed me from behind and pulled me back into his arms. He then whispered into my ears:
"And finally, you should be very nice to me as well. You know meanwhile that Seth, Lars and I have become your closest brothers in arms, right? And also don't forget: I can make your life here heaven or hell ... you decide. But so far I thought that we share a lot and my feeling is that we like each other, huh?" Phil said with a soft, but partially also threatening voice.
I turned myself round and took on my brightest smile:
"You're right, brother. You had been extra nice to me right from the beginning. I really thank you for this and I think that you're super hot. When I look at your beautiful body, I get a lot of ideas. And I just love that your girls are not around this weekend. I only have one wish."
"And what would that be?", Phil asked and then laughed. "You want it right here?"
"No, I just want that we do everything that we do in a way that Seth can see us ... I mean ... look, over the last few days Seth has done so much for me and I'm really grateful for everything Seth, you and the brotherhood have been doing for me. But please understand: I don't want to do anything behind Seth's back. In the early stage in which I am, I want him to know and decide. I don't wanna risk or destroy any of that. You know what I mean, Phil?"
Phill looked at me intensely. His eyes had a piercing green color. Only after a few seconds his inquisitive look ended, he started smiling again, and gave me a firm hug.
"Seems that you're a really good guy for comrade Seth. I'm feeling strongly that he can rely on you and I like that a lot. You know meanwhile what all three of us had to go through the same past. They told you the story, right?"
I nodded.
"So, be sure that I will never ever do anything against Seth. That's just not possible, 'cause without him I wouldn't physically exist anymore. So no way that I would do something behind his back. I'm sure Seth told you that he has nothing against the two of us fooling around a little. But believe me: I know exactly how far I can go. And your wish is of course fine with me. Let's do things when Seth is around. It helps to avoid misunderstandings," Phil said while he kept smiling.
"Thank you brother. I'm so happy that you're not mad at me now. Can I ask you what Seth did that helped you to survive?"
Phil's expression in his face became suddenly completely different; to me it was a kind of mixture of deep anger, grief and sadness. Only after some seconds and after taking a deep puff from his cigarette, he started talking again:
"It's none of your business, asshole, but anyway! Back at the institution, there was one tutor who was really mean. He was a true pervert and took a lot of joy in abusing us, both physically and of course sexually. For some reason right from the beginning I became his first target and he did these awful things with me basically everyday. Remember, back then I was only 13 years old. Then Seth came and the tutor sensed immediately that it would be better not to mess with him. But of course he went on with me - sometimes even harder. During one night when I cried heavily, Seth suddenly stood in front of my bed and asked what was wrong. Only after he was pressing me again and again, I started talking. Seth listened to all that carefully and told me quietly but with a very decisive look that he would take care of this problem. Of course I didn't believe him, 'cause I thought that there was not much for a 14-year old kid to do. But only two days later this tutor had vanished. He was never seen again."
"Did you learn afterwards what happened to him?" I asked.
"I never asked - until today by the way. After all, I was only happy that all this was over. But you know Seth meanwhile. Even back then he was already a fighter with an enormous strength, since he had already gotten classes from Jeiling for quite some time. His moral values were also already set - almost as extreme as today. And you also know Seth's theory on the value of life. Anyway, the tutor remained missing, he was never ever seen again."
I nodded and knew immediately that the tutor probably hadn't survived his encounter with Seth. But in this case, who could not agree with Seth's moral standards? He helped an innocent kid who got molested by a truly evil guy, I thought to myself.
"Later Seth took me under his protection and he also triggered the love for sports and martial arts with me. Can you understand now that cheating or betraying Seth is just a no-go for me. It will never happen, understood, never ever?"
Phil made a short pause and inhaled deeply from his cigarette before he went on in quite a commanding skin style that didn't allow any objection or further questions:
"Anyway, let's stop our conversation here. Enough of counseling and self-analysing! You now move your ass, go to the bar, and make yourself ready. We will open at 10, which means in less than 10 minutes. And I will program the computer with the music that we'll play over the night. Will be quite aggressive, believe me. And after that I'll join you. Take your jacket off shortly after we open and after midnight you'll go topless with your t-shirt hanging out from the back of your jeans. Clear?"
I nodded and before he released his grip, he touched my crotch once more and also gave me some friendly slaps on my ass - something which I felt was incredibly hot, especially in this tiny tiny and sticky backroom. All this made me want Phil like crazy and when checking with his hand, Phil could feel my growing hard-on. Quite proud of his effect on me, he smirked and finally let me go to the bar.
The tasks indeed didn't seem too complicated and I was eager that the party would start. When I came back to the bar, Seth and some other guys from upstairs were already in deep talks. However, one could already see from the body language that it was not so much a conversation among equals. It was more like the other skins reporting to Seth and Seth himself listening and thereafter making his decisions. Once again, his authority was amazing. When he saw me, he shortly waved his hand, but continued listening to his brothers. Obviously he now needed to be on his own and just wanted me to do my job.
Suddenly, a good RAC sound started - which fortunately was becoming more and more familiar for me - and the mixture of songs that Phil had prepared was indeed a real turn-on. Even back at the time, when I didn't know the bands yet, I could already feel that the music was nothing but pure energy. The NO REMORSE songs that he had chosen as a starter of the menu were just overwhelming. Any tiredness that had been still in my bones was gone immediately. One text part got stuck in my mind and within no time became one of my favorites:
Tear down the statues, this time the world We're teaming up and it's blood against gold, We've got the music, we've got the bands, We never lose, we play the winning hand.
European Skinhead Army, We stand together for a glorious cause, European Skinhead Army, We have the power and on the streets, WE ARE THE LAW!
Phil came out from the backroom where the sound mixer was placed, and then he opened the main door. A group of six to nine skins was already waiting outside and they came in immediately. When they sat down at the bar stools, Phil looked at me and I immediately gave them beer - cans and bottles of budweiser, since this was the standard brand here. One quite handsome skin looked at me, smiled and then raised his bottle to me. I did the same with my can and then we both had a big gulp. Since the music was very loud, he came close to my ear and said:
"I saw you last time already. Who are you? Are you a new brother chosen by Seth?"
I nodded and replied that I was still in my learning phase. The guy laughed and introduced himself as Nick to me. We hugged shortly like brothers. And then he told me:
"It's great to have you here brother. I think you'll make a great fit. And YOU also look super hot!" I thanked him and continued with my work.
After a short time It appeared already that most of the skin customers liked me right from the beginning. Fortunately, my Mr. Nice Guy image - even though deep inside I didn't like it - was still there when I needed it. My easy-going manner and my character that (at least before I met Seth) wanted to be friends with everybody, seemed to help. And also Phil did everything to include me into my new world. Whenever there was someone who he believed I should meet he introduced me to him right away. He was super nice and charming as usual and I really felt grateful. It was a very good and totally relaxed atmosphere.
All that changed however suddenly and without any pre-warning. It was when Seth came over to me and wanted to know whether I had fun, when the entrance door opened and a good-looking skin came in. First I thought that he would make an excellent addition to our crowd, but I could see already the shock from Phil's face I heard him whisper:
"Oh my god, please not ..." and of course I didn't have a clue at first what all this was about.
But Seth had already left the bar area and rapidly like a cat had jumped to the entrance door. The guy didn't expect this quick reaction and also didn't have time to defend himself against the punch that Seth directed against his stomach. He fell to his knees immediately. Seth put one hand around the guy's neck and was pressing two points that were obviously causing enormous pain, because the guy's screams were awful. And Seth again was in full charge of the situation, 'cause with the force of his grip he could control the level of pain as needed.
"What does traitor shit like you want here, asshole? Didn't I tell you that all this is from now on off limit for you? You will receive your reward, Paul, be sure of that! But it's only me who decides when the lethal stroke will come. And meanwhile you have to be patient and stay out of our way. Is that too difficult for you?"
Seth now tightened his grip even further. The guy suffered from so much pain that he was no longer able to talk clearly.
"It's a pity that it's obviously difficult to understand a piece of shit like you. Speak loud and clear, if you have anything to say."
"Seth", the guy whispered. "Please, I came here to say sorry. I know I acted like an asshole, but I had no choice. They forced me and I didn't know what to do anymore. I was alone and the pressure came from everywhere. But anyway, I want your forgiveness."
He was now bleeding out of his nose and almost close to crying. The music had meanwhile stopped and so the place got totally quiet, 'cause everyone was looking.
The laughter of Seth was cold as ice. Before he responded, he gave Paul two hard slaps in his face, his special ones that I also had to experience and whose main goal was to humiliate his victim as much as possible.
"Let me get this straight. You break the codex, you betray those who did everything for you. And now you come here and truly believe that you feeling sorry would change a thing. You're so fucking stupid, I can't believe it. You have the worst character one can think of. A true comrade would have thought about the consequences of his acts before. He would have talked to us and together we would have worked out a solution or a way to help each other. Why? Because for a true brother the brotherhood means more than his life. For you, as you've shown to all of us, it's yourself who stands above everything. And so you alone have to live with the consequences. You have become an enemy to all of us. Plain and simple!"
After a short break Seth came even closer to Paul and was talking into his ear but so that all the others could still hear it:
"You know Paul, I'm sure you're wondering why nothing has happened to you yet. And maybe you saw that as a sign that I would no longer stick to my plan, right? And that made you believe that tonight showing up here could help to settle the situation once and for all. You stupid little wimp are so fucking wrong! You know Paul what I enjoy most? That you've been living in constant fear. You don't know what will happen to you today, tomorrow or next week. It's awful when the victim doesn't know when the final strike will come, huh? And this feeling makes you crazy, right? It doesn't let you sleep or think straight, huh? And your other so-called friends cannot protect you. They told you already that they cannot watch over you for the rest of your life, am I right? That's the only reason why you came here. Someone like you with a rat's character does not feel real guilt or any remorse. No, poor Paul only wants to protect himself! Am I right?"
The guy on the floor was now completely broken. He was only whimpering and one could not understand him any more. The strange thing however was that - without even knowing the situation - I felt deep inside that Seth was right when he described the true motivation for this Paul to show up. Again it seemed to me that he was using his mind-reading talent.
Seth went on:
"But believe me, you worthless piece of shit, nothing has changed compared to when we met last time. My promise stands and you can ask all the comrades and brothers here about my reputation! They will tell you that I tend to keep my promises. And now piss off immediately, you have no right to be here."
With one heavy hit by his boot he made the guy stand up again. He then "guided" him to the entrance again, opened the door and pushed him outside. He fell down of course, but that obviously didn't interest Seth at all, 'cause with one forceful slam he shut the door.
In the bar it was still completely silent. Everyone had watched the scene. When Seth came back, he gave Phil a sign to turn on the music again, which he immediately did, But still it took quite some time before the talking and the atmosphere would start again. I, for my part, was under some kind of shock, because back then, whenever I got confronted with the two completely different faces of Seth's character, it was incredibly difficult to make one and the same person out of them. On the one hand, there was Seth who was so helpful and motivating, who helped so much to make me realize the biased way of my previous lifestyle. And then there was a very cruel Seth who had no difficulty at all to take someone's life away. I got frightened only by the idea that I would ever (again) fall under the last category of people. I still had to learn that the two sides by nature belonged to the same coin and that strength and also cruelty were necessary to keep the brotherhood together and further the joint cause.
I must have looked rather thoughtful and sad, because suddenly I felt an arm around my shoulder. I looked and it was Phil who came closer and spoke into my ear:
"Let's go to the backroom for a moment. Lars will replace us for this short while."
Back there Phil started a cigarette for the two of us and then came right away to the point:
"What is it? What are you scared of?"
"Nothing.", I replied. "It's only what just happened. I have never seen Seth in such a rage. I mean, even in my case when we met at the beginning, he was not that aggressive and most of all he finally switched into a lower gear. Can you tell me what happened?"
"Long and very delicate story! But I'll make it short. Paul came to us and Seth really took good care of him. He showed him a lot of things and spent quite some time with him. I mean, the relationship was by far not as intense as what you have with Seth, but still it was close. And of course it was Paul who wanted to be close to Seth all the time. Then during one failed action some of us including Paul got arrested, whereas the rest could escape in time. But Paul - without any true pressure - talked to the police and gave quite a lot of information of what he knew ... fortunately it was not that valuable, 'cause he didn't really know a lot, but still. When the cops came to this place with a search warrant in their hands, we all found out about Paul's breach of loyalty and that was the end of any relationship with him. Seth was beating the shit out of him, but - even worse - told him that sooner or later he would be killed. And that's most likely the reason why Paul came here tonight."
"Isn't there any way to settle this thing one way or the other?" I asked.
"Chokee, don't be stupid. First, this is not for you to decide, it's only Seth's business. And you know what Seth thinks of a traitor. He always punches back at least ten times harder than what he got; that's his philosophy and one of the very few exceptions ever has been you so far. So never, ever interfere with one of Seth's decisions, he will get very mad at you. And then, also think of all the responsibilities that lie on Seth's shoulders. He's ultimately responsible for each of us and even more for the brotherhood as a whole. So, it must be exclusively on him to decide who and what is good or bad for us. Understand?"
I nodded. Phil hugged me and again gave my ass a special attention. Then he said:
"Chokee, I know, a lot is still new to you here. But you'll understand quickly. Just be aware how lucky you are that you could change Seth's mind about you. I mean by now he really likes you. I know he's difficult. But don't risk or destroy this at any time! Always show and prove your unbroken loyalty to him and never raise his suspicion! That must have absolute priority in your life. Enjoying his support is a huge comfort. Live with it as long as you can!"
I tried to understand, gave Phil a shy hug and then whispered "Thank you" into his ear.
"Come on, Chokee, let's go back and finish our shift. There's only one and a half hours left. Then it'll be four in the morning and we can go. You did a great job until the scene with Paul happened. So try to end this shift the same way as you started it. The brothers must remember you as the most incredible new addition."
Phil was joking when saying this. I nodded, he slapped my ass once more, and then we went back.
The rest of the night went well again, even though the prior incident with Paul left its trace. Hard RAC music was playing all the time, I drank a lot with the brothers and made sure that all of them had enough to drink and enough to laugh about. When we announced the final round of drinks, everyone was in a high mood again and there was this typical aggressive, masculine skin atmosphere in the air.
We closed the place finally at 4:15 in the morning. Phil and Lars told me that the cleaning of the place would be done by someone else and that we therefore could leave and go upstairs pretty much immediately. I was very relieved when I got this message, 'cause meanwhile I felt like a dead man and tiredness was virtually in every bone of mine. It was only then when I saw Seth again. He came to me and took me into his huge arms. Again, even though quite worn out from the whole night, his man scent was just incredible.
"You did a good job, Chokee-Boy. Phil also told me that. Let's go upstairs. Come!"
He put his arms around my shoulder, gave Phil a sign to follow us and the three of us then went upstairs to Seth's room. He made me sit on the mattress, whereas Seth and Phil took a seat on the two chairs in the room. Before that of course, Phil had to remove quite a lot of stuff, including foods and papers, from the chairs.
"I think that you earned yourself a reward," Seth announced and then also looked at Phil who confirmed this by nodding.
"So what is it you wanna do? You haven't cum for quite some time, huh?"
"'Cause you forbid it. But believe me, I'm under an enormous pressure right now. I can't stand it anymore. I'm constantly thinking about shooting," I replied, almost losing my voice.
Seth laughed out loudly and then told the two of us:
"That's good, 'cause we needed your aggression and stamina tonight. But I understand that as a man this cannot go on forever like this. Is that what you're saying?"
I nodded immediately.
"Ok, get undressed now quickly!"
I did as I was told immediately.
"So, what is it you want us to do? Tell us and we will try to fulfill your wish. Of course, as you know, there are certain limits,", Seth barked with a dirty grin. I blushed a little, but that was because I knew exactly what I wanted but I still had difficulties expressing my feelings.
"Seth, I told you that I'm so much into you. So please fuck me and be inside of me, while I'm allowed to cum."
Seth smiled and said:
"Oh Chokee, it seems that you've become a full cock-addict by now, huh? But anyway I'll do that. And Phil? I know that you're also hot for him, so don't lie and tell us what he shall do."
Pretty much immediately I replied: "I want to suck your cock, Phil, while I'm allowed to play with my tool. Can we do that?"
Seth and Phil were looking at each other and then nodded towards me. They undressed even quicker than myself and then Seth tried to enter me in the classical missionary-position. At the same time Phil sat down on my upper body so that I had his cock directly in front of my mouth. Immediately I started sucking him. It was amazing and for me the absolute essence of masculinity. Just watching me and the brothers in the close by mirror in the room almost made me cum. Seth fucked me in the hardest but yet caring way one could think of. While doing so, he whispered words of affirmation into my ear:
"Oh, Chokee, you really make me crazy. You're becoming a real man and I'm your only god. You're now a part of me and my seed will make you my bitch!"
I loved to hear these words, because all this made the feeling of him entering me even more intense. And the good thing this time was that I was allowed to take care of my cock. And once in a while even Phil helped with his hands.
The three of us almost came simultaneously. It was a moment of loud moaning and screaming that everyone in the whole apartment could hear. Seth - by holding me tight against him - made sure that he again could shoot all of his DNA in my ass without spoiling one single drop. Phil shot his entire load deep into my throat and I also produced quite some shots. Shortly after I had cum, I only saw stars. I was completely exhausted from all the events of the last day and night and fell asleep pretty much immediately. I could only hear Phil saying to Seth 'He's fading away I think.', but thereafter I lost my consciousness. It was just a wonderful feeling to sleep between Seth and Phil who to me appeared like real and true men. Simultaneously I couldn't believe that I ever spent a thought on being with a woman. After only half a week with the guys this feeling had completely vanished - fortunately, I thought.
Later - it was already early in the morning - I woke up, because I had to pee. Phil by then had already left Seth's room. When I came back, Seth, still with his eyes closed, hugged me again and slightly pushed my head down between his legs. I immediately knew what I had to do. So I started sucking his beautiful tool. He moaned in pleasure and with his hands on my head was controlling the speed of my blowjob. He came quickly and I just loved to swallow the cum of a man with such a sexual appetite. After I had licked his dick clean and completed my task, he pulled me up and kissed me so that he could also taste his own cum. Thereafter we fell asleep again.