Dear Nifty-Readers,
I hope that all is well with you. Thanks again for all your positive feedback on my previous chapters. Now Chapter 15 is out. What follows in here, is that our Chokee needs to learn and accept the hierarchy and the absolute authority of the brotherhood. And sometimes he also needs to learn this the hard way. 'Cause very often in life you learn through your mistakes so that you never make them a second time. And with a demanding personality like Seth challenging him all the time, he needs to understand and learn the brotherhood's core values and principles quickly. However, this doesn't affect Chokee's fascination and addiction to the skinhead scene at all. He wants to be part of it and become invincible no matter what the costs are.
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And now please enjoy Part XV, hopefully with your zip open and still with the same hot feelings of adoration for our hero and the other skin brothers that you had when this story started:
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 15: About Failing The Test and A Happy Reconciliation (slightly revised)
When I was alone with Seth again, he was still sipping his coffee and had another cigarette. So to keep up the conversation, I asked him again a question that I was really interested in:
"Seth, who owns this place by the way?"
Immediately after these words came out of my mouth, I knew that this was the wrong question at the wrong time and at the wrong place, 'cause he looked at me sharply with his blue eyes and then replied with a cold voice:
"Didn't I tell you several times that I don't wanna hear too many questions? It's not up to you to decide what information you should have. Is that clear? Once and for all: I make these decisions alone."
I didn't know what to say but I felt that Seth was really annoyed so I said that I was really sorry, but Seth didn't buy it.
"You're like a dog sniffing around everywhere and trying to dominate. Stop that. And now: get your shorts on! We will have our run now. Topless, of course and quicker than yesterday. Move your ass immediately!"
I got into Seth's room and changed. Outside it was freezing and now even colder than on the days before. My feeling was that it was again far below 0 degrees Celsius. Still I followed and we started running as soon as we were outside the building. This time Seth increased his speed significantly so that I had more and more problems to follow him - which was exactly what Seth wanted by the way, 'cause on that day he wasn't at all in his motivation modus. Whenever the distance between me and him became too great, he returned and became really angry. I really tried my best which today was obviously not good enough for him.
The distance got greater again and when I came to the lake, I saw someone kneeling down in front of Seth. I came closer and I recognized the guy that Seth had beaten up the day before. Obviously he was again in the park and not quick enough to escape when Seth came (which for him, given his condition, would have been impossible anyways).
When I arrived, I heard already Seth shouting:
"You worthless piece of shit, I know you talked to others. You didn't keep your promises, right? Where are your fucking friends?"
The guy was suffering from short breath. And because of that he was white and partially already blue on his face. I got worried that he would die. But Seth went on:
"Don't you get it, stupid bastard? I want to have an answer here and now!"
He raised his hand and slapped his face. That was the moment when the guy just fell down and didn't move anymore.
"Seth, please stop. You're killing him. I'm sure he didn't do anything. He's much too scared."
I said these words with a pleading voice. But Seth saw my behavior as complete disobedience and lacking respect. The expression in his eyes was terrifying and for the first time I was unable to withstand his look and looked on the ground. Then he took out a bottle from his belt that he always wore. He held the bottle beneath the nose of the guy and indeed it helped to make him breathe again. But still he was far away from being able to walk.
"Help me to bring him to the center. You take one arm around your shoulder, me the other one. Come on, move your ass, asshole!" Seth instructed me.
I obeyed immediately, but the body weight of this guy was really heavy. So to carry him the entire four miles back to our place was a huge effort and when we arrived I was completely out of breath (also because Seth had made sure that I had carried the greater share of the weight). Seth instructed me that we bring him to one of the rooms upstairs, which had a little mattress on the floor. We placed him on the mattress, Seth gave him a mixture of some liquids that I didn't understand and thereafter he shut the door and locked it.
Then he gave me a very cold and hateful look and said aggressively:
"To my room, now!"
I followed and as soon as we were in his room and he had shut the door, he grabbed my neck with one of his muscular hands and strangled me. This alone made me kneel down.
"You don't obey me. You don't respect my authority. You bring everything in disorder," he screamed.
"I was much too nice to you. What you need is a strong hand or better even an iron fist that constantly beats the shit out of you. You understand not a thing what being a skinhead stands for."
Because of the force he used I retreated to the wall, but he kept on strangling me. In addition, he was also kicking me with his bare feet and knees (making sure that it would hurt, but not seriously injure me). Each kick, both physically and mentally, felt like a little knife getting through skin.
"Seth, I'm sorry. Please let me explain. I was just worried that the guy would die. I would not be able to live with this," I cried.
"It's only the brotherhood that counts. Is that so difficult for your fucking bird brain to understand? It's only your comrades deserve help and respect, not the others! And I deserve obedience at all times! Do you wanna leave this place and go back to your old world? I think this would be the best. You're not worth becoming one of us!"
These words came as a full shock to me. Each word felt like a needle on my skin - and that was the exact purpose of it. I didn't know what to say anymore. I didn't want to go home. There was no greater wish than becoming a real part of the brotherhood. And for me it was awful to see that I fucked it all up by not accepting the hierarchy.
"Seth, I'm really sorry. I will always respect and obey you. And I'll promise never to question your orders again. I follow, I promise, I follow. But please, don't throw me out! I don't know what I would do then." When I said all that, I was close to a nervous breakdown.
Seth was still outraged and screamed: "Words, only words that have no meaning at all for scum like you!"
He looked at me for a moment and then made me kneel down again, this time directly between his legs. He lowered his shorts and said:
"You drink my piss now. You will learn the hard way to accept me as your only authority. And as a sign that you accept this once and for all you'll drink my piss. And you won't miss any drop. You understand? You better open your mouth now voluntarily! Otherwise I'll open it."
I opened my mouth immediately, but had no idea what to expect, 'cause I hadn't tried pee so far. And I was scared. Seth held my head so that I was unable to move at all and then started leaking and targeted the stream directly into my mouth. Since he had drunk a lot of water and coffee, the stream didn't seem to end. And I swallowed like crazy. The only thing I wanted was making use of this last chance that Seth had given me to regain his trust. So I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. And even though I was at the same time scared, worried and helpless, I had to say that drinking Seth's piss didn't really taste bad. It was just a bit different from the taste of his cum that I had been used to so far. When he was done, I saw that some of the pee had gone on my upper body and my shorts, but in general, looking at his face expression, I had performed my task. And of course I had the smell of fresh piss in my nose. But that didn't cause any feeling of disgust on my part ... on the contrary, more a feeling of positive excitement.
"Lick it clean with your tongue!", Seth instructed me. "And thereafter you will lick my feet. I wanna see total obedience. If there's only the slightest resistance, you must leave forever."
I took his entire tool onto my mouth and he got an erection from that treatment right away. But with his self-control it was no problem for him at all to pull it out again. Then with his left leg, he pushed me to the floor and made me lick his bare feet. I started giving them the expected treatment immediately so to calm Seth down at least a little bit.
"I wanna feel now 100 percent loyalty and obedience from you. I hope that's clear, stupid shithead! If I only have the slightest doubt, you must leave. Got it? Keep licking my feet, but while doing so, you will also tell me that you have learned your lesson and will obey me from now on without question."
"I obey you, Seth!"
"Say that I'm the absolute authority for you," Seth went on.
"You're the absolute authority for me. You have the final say in everything," I replied.
"Say that you would even eat my shit if I want you to," Seth went on.
Again I repeated and confirmed (even though deep inside I was hoping that he wouldn't go to such an extreme measure.).
"I hope in your own interest that you really mean what you're saying, 'cause I'm the only law for you. Say it!", Seth shouted at me.
While still licking his feet, I said:
"You're the only law for me. It's only what you say that counts."
Seth now grabbed me on my shoulders and made me stand up: "Stand up and look into my eyes. And now you say once again that I'am THE ONLY LAW for you. Say it loud and clear!"
"Seth, you are THE ONLY LAW for me!" I repeated while looking into his eyes and trying to convince him that I was talking the truth.
After that he pushed me to the bathroom. There he made us go under the shower, and Seth's mood finally started to calm down a bit. Of course he was still angry, but I felt that he started to change his mind and was no longer into sending me away immediately. After the usual cold shower treatment, he looked at me and said:
"Sit on the stool. We're going to do a wet shave now on your head. It doesn't look clean anymore. As a true skin you must pay more attention to your shaving, clear? 'Cause if you still make it today, I want you to be super clean from now on whenever you have a night shift at Stealth. Tonight there will also be a lot of younger newbies and you have to make them really happy. As many as possible must be converted into true skins and brothers. And for that they need to develop a true interest in our culture and lifestyle. Therefore, our concerts only cost very little for those who come. The bands are for the most part paid by private donations. And they of course also support the recruiting."
I nodded and obviously I was still shaking a bit because of Seth's prior outbreak. When he saw that, his eyes got a little softer and he smiled at least a little bit. He started smoking a cigarette and then began putting shaving cream all over my head. Then he turned on the music system and played a song called BOOT PARTY.
"Listen to the lyrics carefully, 'cause that' what will be going on tonight," Seth said.
We like to party in a violent way
I guess it's just a symptom of the youth today
We get drunk on the violence we cause
With total contempt and disgust for the law!
We like to roam around and create chaos
Unless you're one of us
We don't give a toss
We'll knock you down and will stomp on your bones
And in a body beg we'll send you home!
Bootparty, bootparty, bootparty
It's you we invite to our
Bootparty, Bootparty
You'll feel the heat of our boots tonight!
I tried to memorize the lyrics, 'cause I felt that this song could be something like a hidden anthem (which it really was). While Seth continued shaving me, he obviously decided that he wanted me now completely bold and so the last small part of hair that he had left on the top of my head had to go off as well. He was completely naked and normally, if we hadn't had a fight he would have expected me to play with his tool during the shaving process. But now I wasn't sure at first. To me it was a great relief, when he took my hand and placed it on his cock, 'cause this showed me that our relationship was not yet over.
"You wanna play with it, don't you, you little cock-addict?" Seth said while looking sharply into my eyes. I nodded and stroked his dick slightly waiting for his reaction.
"Play with it, if you want. But don't distract me too much. I don't wanna hurt you, when I'm using the cut throat razor. Clear?"
I nodded again. I took care of his tool with my hand but at a slow speed. This brought me enormous satisfaction and I also felt gratitude that I was close to getting a second chance from Seth, 'cause my treatment helped to establish again some connection between Seth and me. While smoking and shaving my head and while being treated by my hand, Seth began to talk:
"You don't get it, Chokee. The brotherhood is no fucking debating club. At least this one is different. We are living here according to iron rules that you have to accept. And acknowledging authority and believing in strict hierarchy are core parts of our life. Look, you know that you can count on total protection by me and the whole brotherhood regardless of what happens, right?"
I nodded.
"So, that's the one part of the deal. The other is that you completely submit yourself to the rules of the brotherhood. And that means that you do what I say, that you follow my orders and that you never ever - and especially not in front of other people - question any of my orders. I want your full, your entire loyalty. And therefore you need to trust and follow me - always and without exception. If not, you can leave here and now and go back to your old life. Nothing will happen to you, I promise. Is that what you want?"
I must have looked pretty shocked again. I immediately shook my head.
"Speak up! What is it you want?" Seth told me thereby constantly looking into my eyes.
It was hard to catch a coherent thought when you are faced with a threat that everything that has become so important to you over the last weeks will be taken away immediately again. But I tried to speak calmly and the training that I had already received helped quite a bit not to panic completely. So I said to Seth while looking him straight into his eyes:
"Brother. I fully accept your leadership. I will always follow you and not question any of your orders. Please accept my full apology for everything I did which was stupid and not in line with this principle. I still have to learn a lot, but I want nothing more but to be a part of this brotherhood. The last weeks have changed my entire way of thinking and under no circumstance do I want to go back to my old life. So please, please don't send me there! The only thing I want is serving the brotherhood under your leadership."
When I said all this I looked at him and did everything not to avoid his eyes, because I knew Seth meanwhile well enough. He was screening me like an x-ray machine and assessing whether I told the truth. And damn, he was really good at that. I don't know anyone else who could discover a lie as quickly as Seth. But in my case, I was really telling the truth and the only thing I wanted was that Seth would still believe in me.
Seth took a deep puff on his cigarette and then started to speak:
"Well then, let's get over with what happened today in the park and let's continue with your training. One thing however: you may have the word RESPECT tattooed on your back. But before comes SKINHEAD. And on your chest Lawrence will engrave in the same size the words BROTHERHOOD and OBEDIENCE. Understand?"
I nodded and was so relieved that Seth seemed to believe my words; I almost started crying:
"Seth, please forgive me! I know I make mistakes, but please let me be your comrade and brother. There is really nothing I want more."
"It's ok. But don't be so melodramatic for Christ's sake. After all, you don't wanna be a cunt, but a true fighter skin. At least that's what you are supposed to be. So behave like a man, ok?", Seth said.
I nodded and smiled. And then I got an affirmative hug from Seth which made me feel like in heaven again because it showed that in spite of my stupid mistakes Seth was prepared to forgive and go on with me.
After that Seth went back to my shaving and he did it very diligently. Not one single cut happened. My shaved head just felt awesome and I was already thinking of getting a tattoo or even a piercing also on my head. When I mentioned this idea to Seth, he said:
"Maybe, let's see. Your brotherhood sign on your neck and the muscle mass you've gained look already quite impressive and we shouldn't minimize this effect to the outside world. But maybe you can have a nose ring or something similar. In any case let's ask Lawrence next time."
After the last part of my head had been shaved by the razor blade, Seth took a wet towel, cleaned my head from any remaining shaving cream and then said: "We're done now, brother. Let's go to my room and get dressed. It's already past 4 and soon you must be downstairs and help to rearrange the center for the big concert event tonight. Ok? But there is one thing I still need to tell you."
I looked at Seth and started to listen carefully.
"It's the guy in the park whom we brought to the room over there. He's sleeping now, but he will recover soon. His name is Christian, but we still have to find a suitable name for him. Well, it'll be your obligation to check him out and see whether he can be of use for the brotherhood. He's going to be your pet from now on so to say," Seth said.
The expression on my face must have appeared very stupid to Seth. I knew I had to be very sensitive with this subject, but now I didn't understand a thing.
"Brother, but this guy almost died today and you were so angry at him. And now you want me to check him out? I don't understand."
Seth started laughing at me:
"I always thought that a smart ass like you with all your education - that I didn't have by the way - would be much ahead of me. But obviously you're not. Anyway, at least your panic attacks seem to have improved a bit. Listen: if I know something damn well, then it's the effect of beatings, right? Or do you doubt this?"
I shook my head immediately.
"Come on, Chokee. I was only testing this guy out whether he had really kept quiet or whether he had talked to anyone about what had happened before. Obviously he did not, 'cause for sure he would have told me, since he tends to panic even easier than you do. The fact that he didn't talk speaks for this little rat, don't you think? and by the way: because I took his wallet and I knew about his medical condition, I also knew exactly how far I could go. Plus, as you might have seen, I had his medicine with me in case he would break down. And I used it immediately."
I couldn't believe what I heard.
"So everything was planned by you?", I asked.
Seth took on his sarcastic smile and just admitted by doing so.
"But how could you know that this guy would show up in the park? You couldn't be sure of that.", I continued.
"You're so naive, Chokee, I somehow like that about you," Seth said with a smile. "It's been so easy. I had his wallet. Lars called his mobile number, said that he found his wallet and suggested to return it to him in the park. It was more than an easy exercise. And catching the guy when he found out that he was trapped and trying to run away ... come on, Chokee, you don't really believe that catching this wimp was an effort for me, do you?"
"So you did all that to test me and my loyalty, right?" I asked Seth.
"Good catch. But not only that. I was interested whether this smart ass would keep his mouth shut. Therefore I had to start some harsher interrogation style. I really wouldn't have thought that someone with a character like him would stick to his promise. With a likelihood of 95 percent plus he did however. So maybe we'll give him a chance. 'Cause I know from the way you looked at him right from the very beginning that you are damn hot for him and want nothing more than a hard fuck session with him."
When I tried to protest, Seth made a sign to shut up:
"Don't deny it, Chokee. You're into guys like no one else of us. And it's also ok. I don't have a problem with you looking at other guys. In your case, that's normal. Anyway, you decide what we'll do with him. And of course you exclusively report to me, understood?"
I looked at him a bit sad and nodded slightly.
"What's wrong now again, you drama queen?" Seth asked half in a funny, half in an annoyed manner.
"All this is only a game for you," I whispered.
"Stop being a drama queen and behave again like a man immediately! Just think about the time that my two best brothers and I have spent on you and your training everyday. Do you think we do that just for fun? It's hard work, believe me. And it goes along with a lot of trust. Because it always means that one day you could use the knowledge you get against me. Therefore I always need to be sure of your loyalty, honesty, and obedience. I think I told you that everything will be over immediately should I ever find out that something's going on behind my back. Clear? So, be sure that thereÄs going to be constant testing! But isn't there something else that this story tells you?" Seth asked me.
Obviously Seth didn't expect me to answer, but went on:
"Look, I know that, at least for now, you're deep inside still a soft person. Nothing wrong with that, as long as you don't betray our values. But didn't I handle the situation so that you don't need to worry? Believe me, I'm pretty tough and I told you already that to me outside the brotherhood a life as such means pretty much nothing. But still I didn't want to hurt you. And that's one reason why I was softer on him than I would normally be. Isn't that how a good superior should act? So trust me blindly from now on and never ever question my orders again, clear?"
I nodded and replied:
"I feel rather stupid now. Please forgive me!"
"Not again! We talked about that. The case is closed," Seth said and smiled at me.
"Do you think I will become a good brother and my training will be successful?" I asked Seth and must have looked quite sad.
"Well, let's see about that. The days so far at least hadn't been a complete failure. And also the fact that you are a cock-addict is nothing to worry about. Even though I admit that haven't seen anyone in the brotherhood yet who in this respect comes close to you. I mean we all fool around with men, because it's natural. And although when you have a serious problem it's of course your brothers who are the first ones to know and to help. Cunts you only need for reproduction and of course sometimes for fun. But in your case, the fun part doesn't exist at all."
After a short pause Seth went on:
"But don't worry, this is really not a drama. We just need to watch out that you won't become a sissy faggot. That's all, but for this you have me, Lars, and Phil."
I was speechless, because it became clear to me once more how clever and intelligent Seth was. He always appeared to be one step ahead. For me there was nothing else left than to comply with his rules. In other words, I was trapped and deep inside I enjoyed it. But at that moment I had serious worries about myself and the direction into which my life would go.
Seth again sensed my insecurities immediately. He came to me, hugged me and his tongue entered my mouth in the most aggressive way. The feeling again was overwhelming. Then he took my hand and made it touch his crotch. He whispered into my ear:
"I guess you know your obligation before you go downstairs, right? But first you will clean the floor from my piss. I wanna see once more that you'll obey. Take the wet towel and kneel down! You better clean it well! And for the corner there you will also use your tongue. Go on now!"
I knew that Seth wanted to see me in the most submissive position possible. For him everything was about teaching me a lesson. And so I did as told. Fortunately he didn't insist on the tongue part for too long. He was pleased enough to see that I was using my spit and that my tongue touched the floor for some moments. Then I stood up again.
"Ok, that's fine now. I hope you still know your general obligations, right?" Seth said with a devilish smile.
I knew perfectly well of course. I kneeled down immediately again, lowered his shorts and took his beautiful dick into my mouth. Simultaneously my hands were touching his stomach and his chest. I swallowed his cock with the intensity and speed of which I believed from experience that he liked it most. I just wanted him to be absolutely satisfied and think of me as his number one recruit.
"Good, Chokee! Take your master's tool into your mouth. Suck it well and give him the relief he deserves. You didn't behave well today, so do something to regain my trust. You're mine, you understand. You belong to me and you only exist to bring me lust and pleasure. Say it!", Seth screamed.
I took his tool out of my mouth for a short moment and looked up to him.
"You are my master. What you say is THE LAW for me from now on. You own me and the only thing I want is making you happy," I told Seth and then I went on working on his cock.
"That's the right attitude. And I hope you better tell me the truth," Seth commented and then focused again on his pleasure.
Even though within a very short time Seth was close to coming, he watched out fiercely that I wouldn't touch myself. When I only tried for a second, he became quite violent and pushed my arm away with his leg.
"No, not now. It's only about me and you need your aggression for tonight. Later maybe."
When Seth came, it was again like a volcano. All the anger and frustration from our prior fight and the events of this Saturday, but also pure lust coming seemed to convert into his sperm. The cum was far more than usual. But still, also due to the training before, I was able to handle everything. And as usual it tasted awesome, less intense of course than Seth's piss. I felt like in heaven and of course went on licking his tool clean.
Seth made me stand up from my kneeling position and our two bodies fell on the mattress. He kissed me again aggressively and then for some minutes we were hugging each other and said nothing. I just enjoyed a wonderful short moment of total reconciliation.