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Thanks a lot for all your positive comments on my first three chapter. Now what follows is Chapter 4, where our hero Chokee will spend this first day in an entirely new world. Will he cope with all the challenges that the Martial Arts Training Center and Seth in particular had set for him? Or will he break down right away and not be considered worth for a tryout by the brothers?
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A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 4: The Martial Arts Training Center
We drove for about 20 miles into a former industrial zone. Then finally came to an area that as I later learned were the remains of a former steel factory. There was one main building consisting of two floors and a basement which when the factory was still active was used both as a production facility and as an office complex. The area in front of the building was used as parking ground. And on the top of the building a huge banner had been fixed with the logo MARTIAL ARTS TRAINING CENTER, again in Gothic letters. From outside the building looked a bit run down, but my impression would change after getting to see the inside.
When we parked, I was also fascinated by the mere size of the whole complex. I really believe my eyes.
"So this is where you brought me the other day? How did you find this?"
Seth was now closing his pants again after he indicated that I should stop my treatment. He looked at me and said:
"The whole place has been rented by us and is now used as you will see as a training center. We have meanwhile quite a number of customers who book courses or just use the facilities. It really has a good and solid base meanwhile, of course mostly for skin brothers and other patriotic groups. Me, Phil, and Lars and also some others work as trainers here. But we also live here. The first floor is for living purposes. But now, get your ass out and I will show you."
I really couldn't believe what I got to see. Inside, the ground level of the building consisted of an open space of around 5.000 square meters. It had several weight areas with all kinds of muscle building machines. Then there were at least ten boxing rings which were obviously used for trainings with the customers but also among the trainers themselves. Finally, one corner was furnished as a sports bar where you could have various energy drinks before, during or after the training. In the opposite corner, a little farer away from the sports facilities and with a separate entrance, there was another bar with a counter and several wooden stools which was now closed and looked like only being used at night times. It was named Stealth Bar and I started to remember this name, `cause Phil and Lars had mentioned it the other night during my close-to-death experience. At the time when I arrived the center was half crowded. You could see that it was almost exclusively attended by hardcore muscle freaks, men only of course, and out of them the vast majority, more than 60 percent I would have guessed, were hardcore skinheads. Loudspeakers were placed at every strategic angle of the ground floor and hard rock and RAC music was playing to support the atmosphere of total determination. Even though I was unable to express it back at the time, the whole place just smelt and tasted like total masculinity without any restrictions and I immediately felt strongly attracted to it; in other words, I felt home.
Seth led me to the changing room area, where I could see that also a sauna and a steam room were integrated.
"So, Chokee-Boy, get your öazy ass ready now and jump quickly into your sweat suit. Thereafter follow me, understand?" I did as told and in no time I was ready. Maybe it was also the energy drink that Seth had given me in the car before we got to this place, but seeing the whole atmosphere and especially having the undivided attention of Seth, all of that gave me a degree of motivation that I had rarely felt during all my years of basketball and baseball training. I immediately got a sense that this training would be different.
Seth then led me to the outside of the building and only now gave me at least a hint of what was going on:
"Ok, Chokee, your and our goal is to transform you into a real street fighter. Needless to say this requires undivided determination, devotion, and the willingness to accept pain. You can be sure that this has nothing to do with the games you have played at your smart ass highschool so far. I could already see that your body is not underdeveloped, but it is far away from the condition we need to achieve. This training is about getting full control over your body and to develop a mindset where panic, fear or other irrational feelings have been eradicated and have absolutely no place. Only by achieving this you will have absolute control over your enemy in any situation. I will do my best to help you and give you the mental support that you will need. Of course you will follow each of my instructions precisely and without a word. Should I at any time see that you are not 100 percent committed, all this is over without any pre-warning. And I mean, everything is over then. Understood?"
"Yes, brother!"
"Any questions?"
"How long is all of this going to take?"
"Stop asking senseless questions, stupid! `Cause I can't say. Completely depends on your fucking attitude and smart ass ability to catch up. But nothing less than 6 months for the basic training is realistic, 'cause we have to change your whole personality. You panic very quickly and you lose control in almost any critical situation. Can't blame you for that one, now that I got to see your precious mother who to me is nothing else but bitch who would do anything to remain among those who have money. Someone should really straighten out her brain, I guess. This training comes at a very late stage of your growth development and so we need to overcome a lot of issues that have already been set in your mind. By the way, how old are you exactly?"
"16, but almost 17."
"Ok, I would have guessed you a little older, maybe this helps to speed up first signs of success. Myself, I started much earlier, when I was 10 or 11 or so. Now, I am 24 and the training has become an integral part of my life and my daily routine. Anyway, enough of senseless talking now. What we will do now, is running around the whole compound for three times, which makes it up to about seven miles. Follow me!"
Seth started to run, but with a speed I couldn't keep up with for more than 10 minutes. Then I was getting stitches in the side and had to slow down. Even though harsh on the outside, Seth had an excellent intuition and knew exactly, to which limits he could expose me at that early stage. Whenever he got the feeling that I was working below my limits, he intervened and pushed me harder to accelerate. On the other hand, when he felt that I was close to breaking down he could be very encouraging so that my spirits were still kept high. Again, this guy knew better than no one else the thin border line between motivation and total destruction, and he just loved to go back and forth. And I felt enormously privileged that in my case he was willing to give me achance and switch from his original destruction to now motivation modus. This also helped a lot that under no circumstances I was prepared to disappoint Seth and his belief in me. So I was willing to go far beyond my normal limits.
After the run was over, Seth led me to the inside of the building. In there we went to one of the free weight compartments. Seth got a sports mattress and said: "I now want you to do 50 pushups at least. Thereafter we are going to do leg presses and biceps curls. This first time we are going to have a full body workout. In our sessions thereafter we will switch between upper and lower body regularly. Ok, move your ass."
I'm sure you can imagine how I felt after the run. So, all of this was an extremely painful experience, but that's exactly how Seth wanted it to be. He was telling me constantly. "Don't dare give up!", but also put his hands on the body parts that were under extra tension; of course that felt incredible and he knew about that. He gave me water when I was close to losing my consciousness and also held me when I was at the verge of loosing my balance, for example when Seth showed me how to do squads. Again I felt what calming effect his hands could have if he wanted to.
After another 40 minutes the training was over. Before I was relieved, Seth came, stopped directly in front of me and said: "Hit me with your fist as hard as you can into my stomach. No limits from your part, understood?"
I was looking at him in shock: "Please, I don't wanna hurt you and I don't wanna fight with you. I still have enough from our last time."
"Airhead, this time it's not about having a fight, it's about showing you something. And I told you not to question my training methods. So now, asshole, hit for Christ sake ... as strong as you can or I'll beat the shit out of you again!"
What could I have done? Of course I trusted Seth that he knew what he was doing and his instructions (as always) were very clear. So I took all the strength that I had in my left arm (which I also used as a throw hand in my baseball classes) and hit him as hard as I could into his stomach area. However, when I had to look into his eyes before the hit was fully executed, I was already slowing down. I couldn't say where this came from, but it was some negative magnetism that took over my mindset. In addition, what I felt, when my fist finally met his lower upper body, was an enormous pain, because Seth's body felt like steel at this moment. Thereafter, Seth suddenly grabbed my right shoulder, forced me to make a 180 degree turn and then threw me with both of his hands on the floor. He made of course sure that I landed softly on a mattress and didn't hurt myself severely. But needless to say I landed in complete shock on the back. Seth laughed out heavily and then gave me a hand to get up again.
"You see what I wanted to show you? Just bear in mind that fighting is all about control. Only by your possible enemy looking at you, the power of your attack can get weakened significantly. And then you do not foresee or calculate on any counter attack by your opponent. Also not good. But anyway, for your first day of training, you survived, and that's at least something to build on. From tomorrow on we will work specifically on your fighting techniques and on your mental resistance powers. I will also give you some material to read, among others the Art of War written by some Chinese guy and other stuff. Maybe that helps too. But come now and we will hit the steam room and the sauna a bit. Otherwise your muscle pain will not be bearable tomorrow. But we need to train heavily and without interruption."
I was fascinated by Seth again. This skinhead really had it all, the knowledge, the determination, and clear views on almost everything. Again, I felt extremely privileged to be with him and to learn from him. And with the training, all I wanted was meeting his standards, which were without doubt incredibly high.
When we were heading to the change room sector again, we ran into Lars and Phil. They greeted me like an old friend, gave me a close hug and then Phil with his typical killer smile: "It's really good to see you here, brother. Believe me you have the best trainer you can think of, so follow his rules and you will make it!"
Lars added: "We'll see each other later on anyway. Then we can have a longer talk. We really wanna understand why comrade Seth is so crazy about you."
Seth immediately intervened: "Brothers, get the fuck out of here or this place can be used to have a funeral." All of the three were laughing out loudly and we continued our way to the locker area. Before we got there, Seth quickly went to the bar and ordered a special mixture. After some minutes he handed me a shake and said: "Have that. It helps the recovery process. Tomorrow morning we will have our next session and I don't want you to be completely burned out. There are some vitamins and performance-enhancing drugs in it. Doesn't taste too bad. Have it quickly."
I tried to swallow the stuff as quickly as I could and indeed the sweet taste was acceptable. While I was drinking, I took the chance and looked around. The place was really amazing. Compared to when we had arrived, even more people had shown up and the whole area was well-attended. Due to the harsh skin look of most of the attendants and the background music, the atmosphere felt like totally masculine and rough. This was supported by the strong odor of sweat and man scent. It really felt like being in an elite warrior camp. All over the place, banners and posters of skin fighters were hanging on the walls, some of them in larger-than-life format. Almost all of the guys, whether practicing with weights or in the boxing ring, were extremely committed. You could see that from the expressions on their faces and the determination with which they executed the necessary movements. I had thought so far that what I experienced in my basketball and baseball preparations already showed a high degree of commitment, in particular compared to the other ordinary school stuff. But nothing of that compared to what I got to see here in the Martial Arts Training Center. This appeared to be a world, a very intriguing world indeed, of its own. I started loving it right from the beginning.
"Chokee, stop day-dreaming and finish your drink so that we can hit the showers and the steam room!" Seth brought me back to the real world. But even though hard on the surface, he was extremely good at mind-reading and couldn't be betrayed. He put his arm around me, smiled at me in his typically superior manner and said:
"You've been fantasizing a lot, huh? Well, do what you want. But keep in mind that not all of them are as cock-addicted as you are. So don't appear to them as a sissy faggot. Behave like a man for Christ's sake. Ok?". And then with an even bigger smile: "I will show you some time later. You can have your fun - if that is what you're worried about."
I blushed, tried to explain, but Seth cut me off: "I don't wanna hear lies now. Follow me and shut up!" When he said that, he gave me a comrade hug.
I was really tired and dragged out as hell, but also so much turned on by the entire situation. I felt even more growing contempt for my life as it had been so far and pride that Seth was willing to let me enter his new world. When I jumped out of my sweat suit, I had a semi hard-on which didn't remain unnoticed. With Seth's dick it was different: it was so big by nature that I couldn't tell yet whether it was growing. Seth opened the steam room door and we got in. Two mates whom Seth greeted cordially by name were already in there, but they left shortly after we came. The warmth felt enormously good and relaxing. Seth sat next to me and (as it meanwhile was normal procedure between us) made my hands touch his thighs and his dick. After a while he took my head in his hand and guided it to his nipples. Immediately I started sucking his nipples and then went down to his stomach. In between he made me also lick and clean his armpits.
Then he said: "Come on, go between my legs. You should know from last time what you have to do there."
Rapidly I followed his instruction and could smell his man scent between his legs. This was awesome and made me want to have his cock in my mouth immediately. His cock tasted fantastic again and I really wanted to improve my swallowing skills. So with my hand I also stroke his balls.
"Good, Chokee, you seem to learn quickly. Go on and make me happy."
Seth also started to moan quite heavily. But also being the professional that he was, he knew exactly how he had planned the further events on this day. And therefore he didn't want to cum right now. With his firm hands he guided my mouth away from his cock. I must have looked rather disappointed, just like a kid, who didn't get the candies that he saw already in the store window. Seth noticed that, gave me a soft slap on my cheek and said:
"You'll get a much better reward later on, when we are upstairs. Be a little patient and control your cock addiction for a while!".
Seth was laughing loud when he said that. Shortly thereafter, when his erection had decreased a little at least, he went on:
"So, what do you think of this place?"
"Well, I'm really overwhelmed. It's much more than I had expected. And I think, I just luv' it."
"Good that you think so. `Cause believe me the coming days, weeks, and months will be hard like shit and require your full attention. You need to be here at least four days a week if not more if we wanna achieve progress. From now on, all this here will be the new center of your life and your new home. And there won't be any exception on the weekends, either."
"But can I do all this with my school and my basketball and baseball classes? And how can I explain all this to my folks?"
"This is completely your responsibility, mate," Seth replied sharply.
"As I said, it's action, not words that count. If you want to make it here, you have to throw all of yourself in it. This is not a kind of hobby or pleasure activity as you may call it. It's about your attitude towards life and believing in a cause that is more important than yourself. It won't take long and we are talking about a full-time or or 200 percent commitment anyways."
I got really shocked about the expectations that Seth had put in me even at that time already. But I wanted to avoid any impression that I would not keep up to his standards. So I tried to change the subject. But Seth didn't let this happen, grabbed my shoulder and forced me to look into his steel-blue eyes:
"Listen, life normally doesn't offer you a lot of chances to make a good choice. So, think about it twice. And never ever lie to me or try to hide any second thoughts from me. Believe me, you will regret it, if you do so."
I tried hard not to avoid his eyes, because I knew that if I had done so, Seth would have gotten even more suspicious about my true intentions. Then I replied:
"I know, Seth, I really know and try hard. But please, it's only my first day here, I'm overwhelmed and it's difficult for me to catch any clear thought. So please give me at least one day or two. Please."
After a brief pause, Seth said:
"Chokee-boy, why has it become so hard for me to resist you, huh? Ok, let's settle this for the moment. We are done here anyway. Let's hit briefly the shower and then let's go upstairs. Because that's the place where we live."
Without any false modesty or embarrassment, Seth proudly left the steam room with his semi hard-on that I had held in my hands for almost all the time in there. I followed and Seth took an ice-cold shower. In addition he rubbed his whole body with artificial snow that you could grab from an iron bowl close to the showers and that was constantly filled by an ice machine. I looked at him all the time, but was not ready (yet) to do the same treatment on my body. So I preferred to have at least some hot water mixed to the water stream. I looked at Seth's almost unique body and his very unique body ink. His upper body was fully covered. There were a lot old Gothic symbols used which I didn't understand at that time. The only two things that made sense to me already back then was a black swastika in the size of a hand palm in the middle of his chest and the word BROTHER in capital letter on his entire back directly below his neck. And on the left front part of his neck, as I could already see when we had our very first encounter at the movie theater, there was a red and black SS-sign. Without doubt all that to anyone not familiar with the skin scene looked frightening and intimidating. And I guess, apart from the mere beauty, that was also the main purpose of it.
In the change room area Seth got quickly into his bleachers, naturally without underwear which often he didn't wear. His pants now looked even hotter on him after he had pumped up heavily from our training session. He didn't put on his red braces so that they hung down below his jeans. Equally, he didn't put on his white muscle shirt again, but just stuffed a part of it into the back pocket of his jeans so that the rest also hung down. And finally he put on his red combat boots, but left the laces open. I'm sure Seth knew how incredibly hot he looked and that he was intentionally playing with that.
"Come on, hurry up, mate!" Seth said and then we passed the fitness bar, where we had some short small talks with other skins that I didn't know but who were checking on me quite heavily. I was sure they were already briefed by Phil and Lars. Lars shortly came to me, gave me a hug and handed me a bowl of some high protein meal consisting of some grains mixed with fruit.
"Eat this. You need to stay highly energized for the torture that is yet to come, comrade. Seth has obviously been quite happy with your performance so far. So take this as a compliment and go on like this!"
As a sign of support he crossed his fingers. I must say that meanwhile I also enjoyed the two guys' company a lot, `cause - just as Seth - they appeared to be so straight-forward and supportive. Amazing to me was how quickly this had changed compared to our first encounter and how precious this growing friendship felt to me. The fruit bowl stuff itself by the way tasted very special, but even though it was quite hard to swallow I ate it all with a lot of water in almost no time. So fortunately, on this very first day of my reunion with Seth and the other brothers, I managed not to embarrass anybody including myself.