Date: Thu, 16 Jul 2020 01:57:33 +0200
From: SKIN MASTER <skinpowerfighter@gmail.com>
Subject: A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 10: A Friday Morning Full of Decisions, Joy, and Lust (slightly revised)

Dear Nifty-Readers,

Thanks a lot for all your good feedback on my previous chapters. Now
Chapter 10 is out. What follows now, are more details about Chokee's new
daily routine and his massive transformation due to all the changes he is
exposed to. Seth again is closely and proudly watching the object that he
himself is about to create.

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improvements for the next chapters. It really helps to make the whole
storyline more consistent.

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And now please enjoy Part X, hopefully still with the same hot feelings
of adoration for our hero and for the other skins in this story:


A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 10: A Friday Morning Full of
Decisions, Joy, and Lust (slightly revised)

Again at 5 in the morning Seth woke me up. First he gave me a deep and
aggressive kiss and some friendly but still quite forceful slaps on
my face. When I opened my eyes, he handed me a cup of black coffee, my
daily energy drink, and afterwards a cigarette. I took both and sat down
on the mattress so that I would wake up quickly. Seth's man scent and the
odor of total masculinity that filled the whole room was again
intoxicating and promised a good start in the morning. Together with the
effect of my energy drink, I started to get horny again. It was also good
to see that Seth as usual was half-hard. For a short while we
were quietly smoking our cigarettes. But then, only a few seconds later
Seth was back in his slave-driver modus and shouted:

"Come on. Make your ass ready, Chokee. Today as usual we start with our
7.5 mile run. Only difference is that we won't wear sweatpants, but only
shorts. And of course we go topless. I will personally cure you from any
wimp or sissy-like behavior once and for all." He was laughing out at me
with a challenging look and slap on my face.

"But it's even colder outside than yesterday.", I said, still quite
sleepy.

"Fuck it, don't act like a pussy and start behaving like a real mate! I
told you that our training program is targeted on overcoming pain. Pain
like any feeling is an illusion caused by your body and I want you to
overcome it. That also helps to get control over your panicking attacks
and finally get control over your life - something you've never had so
far. But for that we need to create unpleasant or challenging situations.
Clear?"

After a short break Seth went on:

"Just in case: I will take your warm clothes with me in my backpack. But
you better won't need them, 'cause otherwise I'll personally beat the
shit out of you or I'll even kill you ...", he laughed heavily and
squeezed me a little so to make clear that this was more a joke and only
a slight threat.

I got up and as soon as we opened the door to the outside, a cold blast
of wind entered my naked upper body and my legs. It felt awful. For Seth
however it obviously meant nothing. Before he started to run, he told
me:

"At the beginning really run fast so that your fucking metabolism gets on
speed. Thereafter slow down. Come on, don't stand the fuck around, move,
then you'll be warm!"

I did as told and because all I wanted was to impress Seth and not to
appear like someone who he would call a 'pussy' or a 'sissy', I overcame
all my negative feelings and also the pain relatively quickly. I started
to feel like being in another world and I forced myself to imagine that
it was a sunny warm day. After 10 minutes or so indeed the pain seemed to
have gone away and so I could focus on keeping up with Seth's speed,
which was quite hard, but in the end, with the iron will I had developed,
manageable, since Seth was willing to always adjust his speed to my
absolute limit.

After 4 miles or so, we came to a small lake and from far away I could
already see a bunch of teenagers. I wondered what they were doing so
early in the morning but when I had a closer look I saw some of them
smoking. They were dressed very trendy-like and, at a first glance,
appeared like rich kids who were growing up in a wealthy environment ...
pretty much the same that I had before my fateful encounter with the
brotherhood. One guy with black hair and quite a pretty face wore a black
leather jacket - which appeared too big for him - and from the way of his
body gesture you could tell already that he saw himself as a kind or
group chief. And probably so to impress his mates and without having a
closer look at Seth he had the worst idea in his entire life and when
seeing me exclaimed:

"Look at this girl. She got obviously thrown out by her boyfriend in her
underwear!"

Honestly, I was so occupied in keeping up with the speed that I didn't
pay too much attention. Even when the others started laughing about this
comment, I still focussed on my run and passed the group.

Suddenly however I heard an animal-like scream that sounded so
intimidating that I immediately turned around and looked behind me. It
took some seconds until I understood the situation. But Seth, who had run
in front of me, had obviously come back after he had heard the offensive
comment. The kid of course, right from the beginning, did not have the
slightest chance against a fighting machine like Seth. Seth first struck
him hard into his stomach so that he couldn't breathe any more and fell
on his knees. Then he took his arms behind his back and forced them into
a position that his shoulder joints were close to breaking. Within no
time and only after a few punches, the poor guy's screaming turned into
mere whining. Then he positioned himself in front of this guy and forced
him to stand up. With a terrorizing expression in his eyes he looked at
him:

"It's quite amazing to see what a wimp you are. You have no fighting
skills whatsoever. Well, even more so, you seem to have no skills at all.
But what is even more striking to me is that your so-called friends do
not show any attempt to help you. So is this because you're worthless
shit or is it because they're worthless shit, too? Tell me!"

When saying all this, Seth was looking alternately at him and the group.
Out of shock, no one of them dared make any move. Again it was Seth and
his intimidating character who had the entire control over the situation.

"Stop it. Leave me alone! Please!" The guy pleaded.

"You know what. Not only are you a coward with no will to fight, but
you're also impolite. So I think you need to learn some lessons," Seth
said calmly, but in an extremely threatening manner.

With one hurtful move he forced the kid back on his knees and then hit
him once more really hard on his face. It was one of those strikes whose
primary purpose was to make the victim feel weak and powerless - but back
at the time I couldn't tell the real quality of the different punches
yet. The guy screamed again. But Seth continued this treatment and - as
it was with me before - the most important thing about this exercise was
to make it look for everyone as humiliating as possible. So for Seth it
was most important that the rest of the group did watch everything
closely and would lose any respect for the kid.

He made his victim stand up again, looked at him sharply and then said:

"I guess, you wanna survive this treatment, right?"

The guy who was bleeding out of his mouth was obviously now in such a
shock that he could not speak coherently any more. He only mumbled
something like 'Please stop', but it was no longer understandable.

"Listen, what you'll do now right away is go to my comrade and ask him
clearly for his forgiveness. I wanna hear it loud and clear, otherwise
your treatment continues and I doubt whether you'll survive the next
round. So I count backwards from 60. You have exactly one minute
including acceptance of your apology by my comrade. That should be a
calculation, which for a smart ass like you is quite, easy, right. ... So
sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight ..."

The guy now had pure panic in his eyes and looked at me. He tried to
concentrate and when Seth counted thirty he started to talk:

"Sir, I am truly ..."

"That's not good enough.", Seth intervened sharply. "Stand up and come
right in front of him!"

The guy tried to stand up, but couldn't. So Seth grabbed him and, in the
most painful way possible, made him come to his feet again. He screamed,
but immediately Seth pushed him in my direction.

"You've only got ten seconds left. Quite valuable, 'cause they could
decide over your life," Seth reminded the guy in his classical cold
voice.

You could immediately see that the young man now was completely broken
and almost mechanically opened his mouth out of sheer fear:

"Sir, I made a very stupid comment. Please accept my apology for this. It
won't happen again."

"Seems that you're not only weak but also pretty stupid. I told you that
you must ask for his forgiveness," Seth said and got into quite an
outrageous mood.

The kid felt the immediate danger and so, before Seth could grab him
again, he whispered to me with tears in his eyes:

"I ask for your forgiveness for what I said. Please accept it."

I nodded and back at the time hoped that the situation would pass quickly
and Seth would calm down. But he didn't.

Instead he approached the guy once more and went on:

"You're so worthless, no fighting spirit and no feeling for honor and
respect at all. And someone like you is talking about sissy-like
behavior. I think you must learn a serious lesson."

After that Seth lowered his shorts, which was the only cloth he wore on
that morning, and immediately his half-erect dick that hadn't passed
since his wakeup sprang out.

"Listen, you have two options now. Either you suck my tool or you're
going to die now. So, what is it you wanna do? Tell me!" Seth shouted.

The kid was now in total panic, but because of Seth's grip, he was unable
to move. He tried to speak up, but couldn't. Seth gave him another slap
in his face and continued:

"I can't understand you, fucking asshole. Obviously your dumb brain lost
its speech. So I count backwards now from five. If my tool isn't in your
mouth by then or you try to bite me, option no. 2 will be executed. Five
... four ... three ..."

By then, the kid opened his mouth and took Seth's dick in it. During all
that time I had stood next to Seth and was more and more amazed about
Seth's skills to control any situation and always to get his will. He was
definitely the most dominating character I had ever met in my entire
life, and I could learn so much from him. How else could one explain that
Seth was not only able to break his victim's will right from the
beginning but also to make his friends be mere bystanders who didn't move
at all.

Seth started now with one of his specials, which was to fuck fiercely the
boy's mouth who had lost any control ... it was only Seth who determined
the speed of his mouth-fucking and the kid's body position. Just like it
had been with me some days ago, Seth made it clear to every move that
the kid was completely dependent on his will. But different from me, Seth
this time didn't show any emotion except for hate, contempt and complete
indifference - feelings that I would later learn to use myself to get
into the right mood where necessary. It just didn't seem to matter to him
what all this meant for the young kid. And still, one could tell from the
way the guy tried to swallow Seth's tool that deep inside he was
overwhelmed by Seth's total masculinity.

It only took some minutes. Then Seth was ready to cum. But this time, in
order to make it look even more embarrassing for his victim, he took out
his cock before he came and shot every spurt of his huge load on the
guy's face, on his jacket and on his t-shirt. Seth screamed heavily, but
didn't loosen up his grip on the guy while cuming. When he was done, he
shouted a loud "Fuuuuck, this is so good", pushed the guy away so that he
fell back to the ground, and then put on his shorts again.

Seth looked at the guy who was now lying on the ground and crying.
Obviously this didn't impress him at all, 'cause only seconds thereafter
Seth got another idea and said, while looking at me with a devilish
smile:

"You'll get out of your clothes now and will walk home in underwear.
Understand! Look at your dirty t-shirt and jacket, asshoöe! You can't
wear them anyways," Seth laughed soldly, when he said that.

Still crying the guy started to plead again, this time however he was
better understandable. Obviously he realized that now his life was at
stake,

"Please Sir. I am sick. I suffer from severe asthma, I can show you my
disability card if you want. I would not survive this treatment with this
temperature. Please."

The young man now seemed to be in a really critical condition.
With his bloody hands, he took his wallet out of his pocket, looked for
some paper in there and then handed it to Seth. One could see that he
expected further beatings. I had joined Seth from behind and also looked
at the paper, which - apart from the boy's name which was Christian
McDeere - indeed said something about serious health problems. I
whispered into Seth's ears and asked him to stop. I did it in a way that
no one else could hear so to avoid the possibility that his anger would
even grow stronger.

Seth put the paper and the wallet into his backpack and then suddenly
grabbed the guy again and made him face his friends who still were
looking in total shock. He positioned his mouth on the left ear of the
guy and then spoke to him with a voice that everyone could hear what he
was saying:

"Listen, you piece of shit, and listen everyone here! For now I leave it
as it is and won't continue. It's only 'cause my mate here has quite a
calming effect on me and you may profit from that. But if anyone of you
reports to the cops or starts talking to others about what just happened,
I'll come back. I have the address of you, Chris-Boy. And believe me it's
not difficult for me to find out about all of you. Your life will then
change in a way you don't wanna imagine. And even if you can escape the
first time, there will be a second, a third or a fourth one ... , 'cause
I have time. And I always do what I promise to do. So,..."

Now he was looking at everyone of the group almost simultaneously:

"Will you remain silent or will you talk? Tell me now clearly!
Your choice!"

Each of the guys immediately promised not to do anything. But obviously
in this situation all of them would even have sold their own mothers only
to get out of this situation.

"Honestly, I don't trust shit like you. And just to be clear, Chris-Boy.
You're not only responsible for your own silence, but also for the
silence of your friends. If anyone of you talks, it will always also be
Chris-Boy who will need to accept the consequences. Got that?" Seth
asked.

The guy who obviously expected more beatings put his hands in front of
his head so to protect it from further strikes. At that point Seth forced
him to kneel down one further time and said:

"Look at me and swear! And all the others kneel down too, immediately!"

I couldn't believe what I got to see now, but indeed all of the five or
six young men kneeled down and swore that they would not report anything.
It was really a perfect learning exercise to show the weakness of the
ordinary human psyche.

"Ok. For once I give you all the benefit of the doubt. You wait here
until you don't see us any more. And then you may leave. And one other
thing: never dare come back here again around this time during the day.
'Cause that's where we are running and we don't wanna be disturbed by
pussy shit like you are. Is that also understood?" All of them were
nodding.

"Chokee. Let's continue running then!"

I followed and, as you can imagine, the whole event had a huge effect on
me. From a later perspective, this event indeed turned out to be one of
my very early live education sessions. It showed me once again what a
dominating and also threatening personality true brothers like Seth had.
Their effect on other people - not only because of their strength, but
also because of their ability to predict and control the conduct of
others - was just incredible. Over all these thoughts I had completely
forgotten about the temperature and only when we came back to the house I
realized the warmth of the interior rooms, which for a short moment I
believed to be entirely overheated.

As the day before we directly continued with my martial arts training. As
it has meanwhile become usual, heavy music was playing to get the maximum
out of my bones. Among others, Seth had chosen for a song called STAND
AGAINST and it really fit perfectly to what just had happened:


So I fight against the aggravation

Fight against the theft

Fight to end the lies

Our cause we can't neglect

Stand against adversity

Stand up for what is right

Stand up for what is in your heart

'Cause now it's the time to fight ... time to fight.


This time it was however only specific strikes that we were practicing.
Seth instructed me right from the beginning that when executing a punch I
needed to focus only on the part of the body that would touch my
opponent. All my energy and all my thoughts should only be targeted on
that specific body part. He measured the force of my strikes with a
special machine and said that there was still a lot of room for
improvement. The other part of his lecture was about defense techniques
and how to quickly identify which part of your body your opponent was
hitting after. For that he also showed me short videos to make himself
even clearer. It was fascinating to see the passion in Seth's eyes and
both to listen to him and to watch him when demonstrating a certain
strike or punch. He was once again in full control over the situation. At
the end of the training he made me hit the punching bag for another 20
minutes. The entire duration of our morning exercise had meanwhile
increased to about 90 minutes. But when Seth ordered me to stop, believe
it or not, I still felt energized. How amazing was this compared to the
days before! When I told Seth, he just smiled and nodded.

Seth ordered me to the usual 15 minute steam room session combined with
the usual fooling around which he called 'masculinity training' and which
was already becoming part of my routine. When we got out again with me
now feeling even more energized, we went upstairs. In the kitchen we
started our breakfast preparations. When I drank my coffee, my fruit
muesli, and my eggs, it seemed to be a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. So
I started the conversation again by saying:

"Today I need to go to my parents' house and get some things there. And I
need to have at least one word with my mother."

Seth immediately replied in his short, precise and commanding manner:

"Ok. I'll accompany you. We'll leave directly after breakfast, 'cause in
the afternoon you have again your training and then in the evening you'll
have your first night at Stealth. So we won't have time after that. At
maximum we can stay there one or two hours. Hope that's clear. And by the
way: Better refer to the bitch as your 'producer', 'cause, as I see it,
she has nothing that a good mother would stand for. Understand?"

From his voice I knew that all this was not to be questioned. It was an
order. Deep inside I was also quite happy that Seth stayed with me and
paid attention that I was holding my ground. The only thing I had to
ensure that Seth wouldn't freak out in front of my mother.

During all this thinking, fortunately Phil entered the room and just by
his mere outgoing presence immediately brought a good sense of humor into
the room.

"Good morning, comrades! I see you were already busy. Congratulations!
Hope that this won't keep our new recruit from performing his job
tonight!"

While he was saying this, he gave me a huge hug and also his body odor
was agreeable and unique, especially since he hadn't showered yet. He
only wore his sweat pants and obviously came right from his bed, which
gave him a pretty wild warrior look; I also had the impression that I
could smell the fresh sweat of several people on his skin which obviously
was the result from his hot night activities. When he started preparing
his breakfast he lightened a cigarette and offered one also to Seth and
myself. We joined and Phil continued touching me all over whenever there
was a chance. Meanwhile, I had learned just to love it and I didn't
want it to stop. 'Cause even though I felt so close to Seth, I truly
enjoyed Phil's company and body contact. This was quite amazing and Seth
immediately noticed that.

"Listen, Seth. You must show our new comrade what to wear for tonight,
'cause this will be for him his formal entrance to our way of life. So he
better looks damn good and hot," Phil said with a smirk while making me
touch his half-hard dick with my hand.

"I'll take care of this, believe me! And can you let me know by any
chance why I should need your advice on this?" Seth replied with a
sarcastic smile on his face.

"Because I'm your new fashion advisor and your oldest friend. And of
course because Chokee likes and trusts me. Isn't that right, mate?"

That Phil already called me 'mate', felt of course like honey on my
tongue and so I smiled and nodded immediately. Then I formed my mouth as
if I wanted to kiss him. Phil smiled back, touched with one hand my ass
and then gave me a soft kiss on my left cheek from behind. I could feel
the stubble around his cheek and chin and this again felt extremely sexy
and hot.

"You're a true turn-on, brother. Even though I thought for quite some
time that I'm heavily into cunts -  sometimes more than cock -, it seems
that you are a huge exception."

Then he looked deep into my eyes and seeing his warrior-like blond face
was once more a huge turn-on for me.

"Anyway, let's keep the day going. Phil, why don't you use the bathroom
first, 'cause you have morning clients. You smell quite strong, even
though Chokee seems to like it. I'm off today and will accompany our new
brother for a bit," Seth said in his commanding tone and was laughing
loud.

That said, we all started our day, Phil went to the bathroom and Seth and
I got to Seth's room. As soon as we were there, Seth looked at me and
said:

"Seems that you're quite hot for Phil, huh?"

Still unnecessarily shy back at the time, I blushed and first didn't know
what to say.

"Be honest, Chokee, don't lie to me!" Seth looked at me sharply.

"Yes, Seth, I think he's quite, no, he's very hot. But you said that with
him everything would be ok. And Phil so far has been very nice to me. So
please don't be mad!" I tried to justify myself.

"I'm not mad. I just want you to be completely honest. Phil is a
good mate and you can have as much fun with him as you want. I don't
care. But nothing happens behind my back, is that clear? Either you tell
me everything or even better I'm also there. Understand?"

"Yes, of course, brother. For now, the best thing would be anyway that
all of us have fun together. But believe me, nothing is more important to
me than having you on my side. I really need you. And I don't want you to
have any reason to doubt that my sole loyalty belongs to you and the
brotherhood. Just tell me what I should do."

"Well.", Seth said, "Tonight will be your first shift at Stealth and so
you should follow Phil's advice and gain some experience. And as long as
it stays between brothers, you can do with him whatever you like. I'll
come and get you if it gets too much, clear?"

"Yes, brother. May I also talk about something else?", I continued.

"What is it? Speak up?"

"Seth, I adore your fighting spirit and your masculinity. The training
with you gives me a lot and I'm learning so much from you."

"But ...what is it?" Seth investigated me with his blue eyes.

"It's what happened to the guy in the park. True, he was an asshole and
behaved like a rich kid smart ass. But did you really have to be so harsh
on him?"

"Chokee, those who do not pay sufficient respect to us need to be
punished. It's as easy as that. Whenever someone attacks me or someone
belonging to the brotherhood, he will get a retaliation which is at least
ten times harder than the original assault; that's for sure. But believe
me, not even one week ago, before I met you, this guy would have looked
somewhat different. 'Cause if I know something by heart, then it's the
effect of my punches on other people. This stupid motherfucker obviously
suffered from a shock, because he didn't expect what happened. And that's
good, because he will watch his tongue in the future, that's for sure.
But because of you, I made sure that the punches themselves were
relatively harmless. They just hurt for the moment, but there will not
even be any blue spot on his skin. He'll be fine again in one or two
days. And also because of you I gave up my plan to make him strip ...
even though I didn't buy the disability shit. So what else is it that you
want from me?"

The last sentence sounded a bit annoyed and of course only later I would
only learn about the true meaning of Seth's words and the strict skin
philosophy of hard retaliation and its real value for the brotherhood as
a whole. But back at the time I was not advanced enough yet.

In any case, I really felt overwhelmed and said: "You really did this
because of me?"

"Why else, Chokee, why else? I told you many times that for me life as
such has no specific value. You have to earn your right to live everyday
again and again. And when you do shit, you'll get your punishment, plain
and simple. Where there's a certain action, there will always be a
certain reaction. On the other hand, I'm not dump as shit and I noticed
right from the beginning that you're much softer than me. I can't change
your character completely and somehow I like it also ... but don't know
why. So I really try to restrain myself in your presence."

I got closer to him now and looked at him intensively. Then I put my arms
around his waist and said to him:

"Thank you, brother. And I know, you don't wanna hear it, but I really
like you."

Seth for a short moment softened the expression in his eyes and with a
unique smile told me:

"Chokee-Boy, if we go on like this, we're going to end up as complete
sissies. But it's not that I don't care for you. Otherwise I wouldn't
behave like this. Clear?."

We then hugged each other for some minutes and both of our hands were on
the ass of the other one. Then Seth pressed me again down between his
legs. It didn't take a lot of force at all, because deep inside I wanted
nothing more than having his tool in my mouth. This time it tasted even
better, because after the hard training it was a special mixture of body
sweat and his very own man scent that I got as a reward. I could have
died for it and so I tried to give him the best blowjob ever. He also
made me lick his thighs, his stomach, and his armpits and instructed me
specifically, which spots needed a special treatment by my tongue.

Obviously he liked a lot of what I was doing, 'cause within no time he
was moaning heavily and then screamed:

"Oh Chokee, you're so fucking fantastic. I just love it. You're becoming
better every day."

As usual, he increased the speed of his movements gradually and made sure
again that, when he finally came, I swallowed everything until the very
last drop. But I also understood that another reason for this was that -
different from the boy in the park - he didn't want it to look degrading.
Instinctively Seth always made sure that the session also was fun for me.

"Drink it, it's pure protein! Don't dare make a mess here!" he screamed
with a smile on his face while he was coming.

I was extremely turned on by the whole situation and finally tried to
masturbate. But Seth immediately intervened:

"No, Chokee! You need all your aggression for the rest of the day and
tonight. Maybe thereafter I'll let you cum."

Of course I followed his order and stopped my own treatment immediately.

Seth made me stand up again and then he kissed me aggressively so that he
also got a taste of his own cum. He laughed at me and joked:

"I start to understand why you like it so much. I could get used to it
too."

Only after second, he went on however by saying:

"But don't get any wrong idea: we will of course leave our positions as
they are. I'm not a sissy faggot and you're craving for cock anyway."

"I love it and I will do what you want me to do so that I get your tool,
brother."

"Good that you've accepted your role between us. You're now in my hands
and I protect you. But I'm also the one who has the final say.
Understand?"

"Yes of course, brother.", I said. "But please, brother, when we go to my
house, don't freak out - at least not without a reason! I don't wanna
have a fight that everyone in my street can watch. I only wanna leave
this world and wanna set some things straight. Ok?"

"Chokee, I told you that you have quite a softening effect on me anyway.
So I'll try to behave. Of course only, if I'm not attacked. So I'll be
peaceful like a lamb. ... Anyway, let's hit the shower now. You must
shave again and we also must have a look at your tattoo. I want you to
wear it openly and proudly when you come to Mommy Dearest. She must see
what progress her boy already made and how proper he looks after all."

Seth burst out laughing heavily when saying this.

We went to the bathroom that Phil had already left. When we pulled off
the tape from my neck, I was surprised how well my SS tattoo already
looked. It was exactly the same as Seth's and the other brothers' one and
so it was a clear sign that I finally belonged to the brotherhood ...
exactly what it was supposed to be. I liked it a lot and was watching
myself in the mirror. Lawrence was a true master in his profession.
Finally, to speed up the further curing process, we put the prescribed
ointment on it.

Seth hugged me from behind and told me that soon we would have to decide
what ink the rest of my body should get. We jumped into the shower, where
- needless to say - Seth made me have two ice cold shower treatments, one
at the beginning and one at the end, each session for about two or three
minutes. It was of course hard again, but by far not as hard as it was at
the very beginning. Also here, some kind of routine fortunately took its
effect.

When I jumped out of the shower, Seth was already waiting with the
electric razor. I kneeled down so that he could perform his task. Since
the mirror was large and went down to the floor, I watched myself in the
mirror. I had to admit that I pretty much liked what I saw, in particular
it appeared that the area around my jaw had gotten a little rougher and
that the definition of my jaw muscles had also improved ... something
which I adored so much about Seth, Lars, and Phil, and many
other brothers. I was really pleased and promised myself once again to
follow any piece of training advice by Seth or the others as rigidly as
possible.

We went back to the room and Seth handed me a dark blue Levis 501. It was
exactly my size even though the shape had been tailored extra tight and
in such a way that the area around my crotch became very visible.

"Be proud of it! You have nothing to hide. If you like something or
someone, people should be happy by your reaction. No false hesitance
any more, ok! It's totally unmanly," Seth instructed me, before I could
make any comment. Then he handed me a black muscle shirt with the logo
BAN POLITICAL CORRECTNESS, which also looked hot. But the very best came
after that.

"Look, what I have for you now!" Seth said with a slight excitement in
his voice, while he was holding my brand new jacket in his hands.

The piece indeed looked awesome. It was a MA1 bomber jacket, black on the
outside and orange on the inside. Printed on the front were the words
SKINHEAD TERROR CREW in white gothic letters together with a skull emblem
in red. On the back there was a huge Indian black sun symbol combined
with a thor hammer, all in white. Below this, again in red gothic
letters, the words NATIONAL RESISTANCE - FIGHT STRONG! followed. I liked
the piece immediately, also because I had already seen the same or
similar symbols on the jackets of Seth, Phil, and Lars.

"Come on, try it on! The other brothers in our gang for the most part
wear the same color, only that some of them are in classical green. So I
think this goes well with our other comrades. You like it?"

I immediately jumped into the jacket and it fit perfectly. When I looked
at myself in the mirror, I could more and more understand the skinhead
culture. For the first time in my life I really felt powerful and as the
master of my own fate. The bomber jacket made me appear much bigger, much
more muscular and more impressive. The boots gave the impression of total
determination and willingness to fight for my convictions. And the jeans
stressed my masculinity in a very natural way. I was very excited and
very pleased with myself. Seth noticed that, smiled, and said to me:

"Seems that you more and more like your new appearance, huh? Good. But we
have to work on you still a lot. First, we need more muscle and more
definition, for that we have our training plan and our diet which you
will follow rigidly, understood? And then of course we need more ink on
you. But with these two things your fighter skin appearance will be quite
good indeed. And your body will more and more fit your gear. Anyway, for
your folks and especially for your so-called mother you just look
perfect. It shows that over the last two weeks, something has really
changed."

He laughed out loud, came close to me, and then touched me firmly between
my legs. This touch hit me by surprise and then I blushed. Seth laughed,
but then told me:

"For god's sake, stop this stupid blushing! You're a man, be proud of it
and always show it! I told you many times that there's absolutely nothing
to hide, on the contrary. If you're happy, show it! If you're pissed,
show it! And if you like someone and you're horny, there is also
absolutely no reason not to show it. Cunts love it ... Ok, in your case,
'cause of your cock addiction, that's not a strong argument though. But
of course you also want to show it to your comrades. So I will test you
regularly down there from now on. Therefore, don't act like a maniac or
coward, ok? Act like a man"

I nodded and thanked Seth both for the jacket and the advice.

Seth himself got also dressed and wore his regular stuff. He decided for
his bleachers (his combat pants would have appeared too aggressive, he
thought), dark red boots and for a white t-shirt with the word HONOR both
on the front and RESPECT on the back. Finally he put on his green MA1
bomber jacket. He looked again adorable.

In the kitchen we had one last coffee together with some oatmeal and of
course a cigarette and then we headed to the car. It was only then that I
realized that I hadn't left the compound for the whole time since I had
gotten there. Obviously the changes that I was going through and my rigid
program kept me from having any unproductive or useless thoughts. At any
rate, back at that time already, all I wanted was to get back to this
place and continue with my training and my new lifestyle as quickly as
possible. With this attitude in mind, I followed Seth to the parking
place.