Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2020 13:33:07 +0200
From: SKIN MASTER <skinpowerfighter@gmail.com>
Subject: A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ Chapter 5: Seth's Private World and his Final Hit on Me

Dear Nifty-Readers,

Thanks a lot for all your positive comments on my first four chapters.
Now what follows is Chapter 5, is the true start of the transformation
process of Chokee so that he will become fit to spend his life in a new
world. Again he has to cope with a lot of changes and challenges and
Seth's dominant personality. Is he going to make it?

Again, please let me have your impressions so that I can work on
improvements for the next chapters.

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And now please enjoy Part V, 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 5: Seth's Private World and his
Final Hit on Me


After some minutes Seth gave me a sign to follow, we passed the bar and
walked further down for about 200 meters. Then, quite hidden, a door
appeared on the left wall. Seth opened it and we came to a hallway which
led to an industrial escalator and to a stairwell. We went up the stairs
and got to the first level. There I found myself in front of another
locked door. Seth got his key and then opened it.

What I then saw was once more amazing. The whole place again was huge,
for sure 500 square meters or even more in total, and had been completely
refurbished for residential purposes. In the center and as a core part
there was a huge living room, which was filled with an enormous
flatscreen TV, several couches and tables and - spread out everywhere -
various fitness equipment. On the walls there were mega size posters of
war scenes, patriotic motives and several RAC bands. There was also an
integrated bar with 5 or more barstools. The most amazing thing about
this living complex however were the high ceilings. I guess, in none of
the rooms the ceilings were less than 6 meters high, and the living room
area went clearly beyond that, because when you looked up, you could see
directly to the roof. From the living room you could go to an open
kitchen area that has all necessary equipment like a huge oven, cooking
field, even a dishwasher. The kitchen however looked as if it was not so
much in use for extensive cooking purposes, but only for quick meals.
Quickly I learned that Phil enjoyed cooking quite a lot and was also seen
by most of the mates as the brotherhood's master cook.

After we left this enormous living room we came to a hall and from there
one could get to eight or nine standard size rooms of about 20 or 30
square meters. These were obviously used as bed rooms and rather scarcely
furnished - for sure on Seth's initiative, I thought who hated any form
of unnecessary luxury or nitty gritty in general. All of them had an
integrated sink and a separate toilet. And at the end of the hall there
was a huge bathroom with eight shower cabins and the same number of sinks
and toilets.

Even though the whole place was not necessarily dirty, it was far from
being super clean. Instead, each corner of this area made clear that it
was inhabited by purely male residents and that any girlish hygiene
standard would have been completely misplaced. In other words, one could
immediately feel that this was the home of true hunks. To me, what I saw,
was just breathtaking and Seth obviously enjoyed showing every corner of
the place to me, which took quite a while due to its mere size.

"Do you like it?"

"It's amazing, I just don't know what to say, but this place feels like
total freedom. You renovated all of this on your own?"

"With the help of the owner of this whole complex. All this was built
around five years ago when the club downstairs opened. Only Stealth Bar
came later on. And the owner obviously was looking for special people to
run this place. But enough of that. Don't ask unnecessary questions all
the time, Chokee-boy. You will learn when the time is right. Let's go now
to my room."

Seth's room was slightly bigger and located at the end of the hall close
to the bathroom. When I entered the room, I could smell immediately his
unique masculine odor. What I could also see was that Seth wasn't by
nature a very orderly person. Clothes - among them also the combat
trousers he wore the other day - were lying on the floor and on the
wooden table you could find some remains of food. The room itself was
furnished even more Spartan-like than the other bedrooms, which I thought
fit perfectly well to Seth's general ascete attitude and warrior-like
looks: there was a huge mattress on the floor and there were two wooden
tables - one obviously used for eating and one for studying purposes,
because - what was striking to me - you could find quite a number of
books on there and in the shelves on the wall. And finally, the room had
another fitness bench and a number of higher-ranking free weights that
looked like being used all the time.

With one move, Seth threw himself on the mattress and made clear with a
specific gesture of his left hand:

"Chokee, come here and sit on my lap immediately!"

I followed of course and came to sit down between his legs. Seth changed
his position a bit and then sat cross-legged with his legs around my
waist. Immediately I could feel his semi hard-on and that it was growing.
For the first time after we got out of his car, he took a cigarette in
his mouth, lit it, took a deep puff, and then handed it to me. Quickly I
also inhaled.

With a devilish smile Seth said:

"You were checking on me heavily back in the changing room and you were
pretty wild in the steam room as well."

I wanted to reply something smart, but nothing came to my mind because
what Seth noticed was completely true. So I couldn't avoid the truth.

"Oh my god, Chokee. Stop feeling embarrassed. No one expects from you
here to live like a monk. And as said, we all have to live with your cock
addiction anyway. So, better start now accepting this fact. And now, help
me to get out of my boots and pants. And after that get out of your stuff
as well."

I tried to help Seth as best as I could, but it was not an easy task,
because the steel cap boots were very heavy and his bleachers extremely
tight. But with him helping me I finally made it.

"Shouldn't we close the door?", I asked, while I got naked myself.

"Why? No one is here anyway and I have nothing to hide anyway. In the
brotherhood nobody has secrets from each other. That's like iron law to
us. My hard-on shouldn't be a surprise to anybody. And now stop talking,
come here and lick my body."

He grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to his nipples. His grip was firm,
but obviously this time he didn't want to hurt me. I took a deep breath
and started smelling his body that I was craving for so much. This gave
me an immediate hard-on and I moaned a little.

"Eat my nipples and then slowly go down all the way to my dick!" Seth
instructed me.

Meanwhile I found myself again in my typical body position with Seth. I
was kneeling down between his spread legs and tried all my best to
fulfill his needs. I started to admire this man and his body more and
more and all I really wanted was that he would be happy with me and my
performance. I finally reached his cock with my tongue.

"Lick my balls first and then swallow my dick as you have learned!" Seth
ordered in quite a harsh tone.

I did as told and I believe my performance wasn't too bad. Seth closed
his eyes and the sound of his breath and his supportive moves with his
hips indicated that he liked my treatment. All this went on for some
minutes.

Suddenly, with incredible force - but still in a way that it didn't yet
hurt - he took my head in his hands and pulled my body upwards so that
our two faces were looking at each other. The glance in his eyes was so
intense that it became hard for me to withstand. Obviously, his
steel-blue eyes were screening me again and only after a few seconds he
said while keeping his firm grip around my head:

"Never ever betray me! Never ever have secrets from me! Never ever do
anything behind my back! I will find out anyway and then I wouldn't want
to be in your shoes. If you stick to these rules, nothing will happen to
you. Hope that's clear."

After that lecture he started kissing me. It was a possessive and also
aggressive kiss, but I just loved it and felt like in heaven. I wanted
this moment to last forever.

Then Seth turned me around again and made me lie down on his bed in a
face-down position. He threw his own body on me and the pure weight of
his muscles made it a bit difficult for me to keep breathing. When he
noticed my difficulties, he re-positioned himself a bit so that it got
more comfortable for me. His mouth was now touching my left ear and Seth
said in a very determined way:

"Chokee, it's time for you now to become a part of me. I guess, you know
what this means. I might hurt at the beginning, but I'm sure you will
love it later on. If this is getting too hard for you, give me a sign and
I will slow down, ok."

During all this time Seth had been fucking me already with three fingers
of his right hand. And just like last time in the car my ass responded
with perfect joy to this treatment. Then he spit some saliva on his left
hand and moistened his dick with it. The second spit he used for
moistening my ass and anus area. And then while holding my upper body
firmly with his arms he tried to enter me.

"Relax, Chokee, let the natural and real thing happen. You've been born
for this and I will make you happy like you've never felt before. Relax!"

His voice, the warmth, the masculine muscle power of his body, and the
whole situation made me feel completely safe. So Seth's cock, even though
huge in size, didn't encounter a lot of resistance. He was in me quickly.

"Good job, brother. This is how it's supposed to be. Now I'm going to
fuck you and this time you're allowed to play with yourself. We will come
together.

Without his cock leaving my ass, Seth made me kneel down doggy-style and
then he started to fuck me with full force.

"Bitch, you're mine, you understand. Make your man happy, that's your
obligation and that's what you were born for."

He increased the speed even more and I could feel all his determination,
his power and his domination inside me. I was possessed by him. But
still, Seth didn't use all this to hurt me. He was not in his destruction
mode (which he once in a while had), but did a lot by way of his talking,
his movements and his way to touch me, to make all this a pleasure for me
too.

The fucking went on for almost half an hour with Seth making me change
positions whenever he thought that this would intensify the feeling. From
doggy-style we switched into a position where I was supposed to sit on
him and where I had a little more influence on the speed.

Finally we went back into doggy-style and Seth made it clear that it was
now time to cum. He helped me with my dick so that it was fully erected.

"Chokee, you'll come with me, understand. I will shoot my whole load
inside of you, nothing will be spoiled, 'cause I don't like this. So,
focus on your dick, bitch!" I did and we indeed came almost
simultaneously. Seth screamed like a wild animal and held me close to his
body so that his dick would stay inside me all the time. He wanted to be
super sure with this. When I came, Seth put his arm forward that I would
shoot into his right hand. As soon as I was done, he took my cum and made
me swallow it. "Eat it, eat it all, bitch.", he shouted, "It's part of
nature and you're not supposed to waste it. Understand?".

I did everything as instructed. But shortly thereafter out of exhaustion
and because I wasn't yet used to the intensity of those feelings, I
started to see stars and to fade away. The only thing I can remember is
that I fell on the mattress and my eyes closed almost automatically. I
believe I woke up several times, but fell asleep quickly again. All the
time I felt Seth still next to and also inside me. I think he did
everything to make me feel part of him. When I finally opened my eyes
again, I had to re-adjust first. But quickly everything that had happened
on this eventful Wednesday afternoon came back to my mind. I looked
through the window and saw that it already started to get dark. Gosh, I
must have slept for at least two hours. And then I noticed that Seth was
no longer in the room. I stood up from the mattress and heard quite some
noises coming from outside, most likely from the large living room area.
When I saw that I was completely naked I shortly looked for my clothes
but couldn't find them. So I decided to put on the jogging pants of my
sweat suit, which meanwhile looked and smelt rather used, and got out of
the room.

In the living room there was quite some action going on. Among some
other brothers, there were Seth, Lars, Phil and two other skins whom I
remembered working as trainers in the center downstairs and who were
introduced to me as Tom and Aaron. And then there were two skinhead girls
who were obviously the girlfriends of Lars and Phil, because they were
sitting on their laps and trying to comfort them as best as they could.
They were very passive and completely focussed on their idols. When
looking at them I came to understand more and more what Lars meant when
he said to me the other night in front of the movie theater that I did
not have enough control over Cindy. These girls seemed to have been
trained to only fulfill the needs of their male bosses. Never ever would
the idea have crossed their minds to discuss or even argue with them (and
definitely not in public or among other brothers). They accepted them as
their superiors who had the right to have the final word on all issues.
When comparing this with my situation I had with Cindy, I envied Phil and
Lars a lot. They just had very strong personalities that didn't tolerate
any disobedience.

Heavy music was coming from the loudspeakers and when one song started,
some of the mates immediately started to join, 'cause obviously the lines
were something like a holy national anthem for them. Only later I learned
that the song was called SHOULDER TO SHOULDER and originally composed by
a group called English Rose:

Into war we proud soldiers stride
and nothing can defeat us or crush our pride.
Stand against adversity with iron will,
the time is upon us to kill and stand still.

Shoulder to Shoulder we stand,
Our pride's our loyalty.
Shoulder to shoulder we stand
To defeat the enemy.

Victory or death it's our battle cry.
It's death before dishonor, now it's do or it's die.
The strong survive as the weak will fall.
We will hail victory and our enemies will crawl.

Shoulder to Shoulder we stand,
Our pride's our loyalty.
Shoulder to shoulder we stand
To defeat the enemy.

The music and the whole atmosphere really felt good and inspiring. From a
few parts I understood from the talks Seth had with some brothers, they
were obviously discussing some action plan for the coming days and weeks.
But I was still much too drained to understand any details. When the
mates saw me, all of them were extremely cordial. Tom and Aaron even got
up from their workout benches and introduced themselves to me. They
treated me like an old friend and Phil with one of his bright killer
smiles asked me whether I wanted to eat something:

"Listen, we prepared some steaks with green beans and sweet potatoes. You
will luv' it, because different from certain other comrades I'm a
talented cook."

When saying that Phil smirked at Seth. Seth took the opportunity and was
joking:

"If by any chance you mean me, get the fuck out of here, asshole, 'cause
I showed you most of the things you can do now. So a steak should be the
minimum, reward, don't you think."

They performed a short but really hot-looking show fight, the group
standing around of course cheered and also Phil started to laugh. The
whole atmosphere was very relaxed and I liked it right from the
beginning. Phil hugged me and led me to the kitchen. He was by far the
most charming brother and seemed easy to get along with. His blonde
appearance supported this impression and, different from Seth and Lars he
appeared far less threatening when you met Phil for the first time. And
then there was one detail that immediately stuck to my eyes and increased
his sex appeal enormously: his left upper front tooth had cracked and the
two parts had grown apart from each other. That in turn made Phil
pronounce the letter 'S' very individually; don't get me wrong, he didn't
really lisp, it was just a very smooth and unique, almost melodical way
of pronouncing the letter. I know that most of the mainstream scum would
have done everything to get this fixed and spend many sessions with an
expensive dentist. In Phil's case, however, things were very much
different: together with his extremely muscular and super-defined body
and his warrior look he had managed to turn this original weakness into
one of his great strengths. 'Cause both by way of his smiling and by way
of his face expressions in general Phil, seemed to know perfectly how to
use his defect for increasing his sex appeal. Many times I would observe
later on that the cunts just went crazy, when he gave them one of his
killer smiles. And when I looked at myself, watching Phil when he burst
out into laughter could, depending on the situation, really was a big
true turn-on.

Seth followed us to the kitchen and when we were there, Phil started to
prepare the meal, while Seth came close to me, embraced me from behind
and spoke directly into my left ear:

"How is my Chokee-boy doing? Got pretty wild, huh? But as a starting
point, you did not do bad. Seems that you liked the action that was going
on."

I nodded and replied:

"Course I loved every piece of it. But I'm still a little confused. You
must admit that what has happened since last Friday to me is quite
unique. I guess that not a lot of my classmates are going through the
same experience."

Seth, Lars, and Phil immediately burst out into laughther and made a
gesture confirming that I was on the right track. Meanwhile I started to
smell the odor of the meat and that made me even hungrier. Phil, within
no time completed, his cooking efforts. He did an excellent job. The
steak was just perfect and the green beans accompanied the taste very
well. Both of the two were watching me while I was eating all this like a
hungry bull.

"Seems that my protein treatment is not sufficient for you. You need
more, right?" Seth continued picking on me with a devilish look in his
face.

He handed me a big glass of water and instructed me then: "Drink this.
Water is extremely important for the recovery of your body. And believe
me you will need this for all your training in the coming days and
weeks."

Since I was also thirsty, I drank the whole glass in one sip. Seth was
obviously satisfied with me and smiled.

"Listen, mate, we need to talk about tonight. We will go to Stealth Bar
downstairs for an hour or so, because some of our brothers are coming.
The bar is open Wednesday, Friday and of course on both weekend days. On
Wednesday it's normally not that crowded, but it can still be some fun.
We won't stay for too long because of your training and you won't drink
alcohol. On the weekend it will be different, but for tonight let's stick
to our plan, 'cause I need you sober and ready for your training.
Understand?"

I nodded and finished my meal. Phil meanwhile showed me the kitchen a bit
more and explained where I could find all the stuff that I needed.

"Do you do the shopping on your own or do you have someone to do it for
you," I asked.

"We have a service delivering all groceries twice a week and the place
also gets cleaned once a week. Otherwise it would really look here like
hell ... more than it does now. But once a week is also enough. And of
course the cleaning service is not allowed to touch any of Seth's stuff,
'cause he doesn't like it," Phil explained and gave Seth a big ironic
smile.

Seth immediately intervened:

"I don't like people intruding on my privacy. Any problems with that? And
by the way, even if you don't wanna see, I have a certain order in my
room and I don't want that to be ruined, full stop. And now, Chokee, make
yourself ready and let's hit the showers. Come!"

I smiled at Phil and mumbled "The master is calling.", excused myself and
followed Seth who led me straight away to the bathroom.

When I felt the hot water over my body, it just felt fantastic. Seth used
the shower next to me and watched me intensively again. Suddenly he
turned the water that was showering him to an ice-cold temperature. I
noticed this change immediately because standing next to him some
splashes of the cold water also fell on my body. This water temperature
was somewhere between 5 to 7 degrees Celsius, not warmer. To me this was
unbearable. But when I looked at Seth, I couldn't believe what I saw.
This man stood completely still directly below the ceiling shower and
didn't move at all. He had closed his eyes and it seemed as if he didn't
breathe, but went into some hypnotic status. I couldn't tell. After three
minutes or so, I felt frightened and asked Seth to stop.

"Please, Seth, this can't be healthy. Stop it."

But he went on at least for another 5 or 6 minutes which to me felt like
an eternity. Then suddenly he opened his eyes again and shut the water.

"Wow, how can you do that? Don't you feel pain?" I asked and looked at
him still scared about what had just happened.

Seth fixed his steel-blue eyes on me and said calmly:

"Chokee, I know that just like most other people you're extremely afraid
of pain and when you think it will hit you, you panic. That's normal and
your body by nature is trained like this. But your training has the clear
purpose to accept pain as normal and thereafter detach yourself from it.
'Cause pain as all other feelings are mere illusions and they can be
overcome. It's nothing but a mental exercise. I want you to understand
that, ok? So what we are going to do now, as some kind of late night
exercise, is that you will also stand under the cold water and not move.
I will help you, but take this exercise seriously, understand!"

What happened then, is something which I will hardly forget, since it
took place still at a very early stage of my transformation. Seth opened
the ice-cold shower stream again, grabbed me with his both hands on my
shoulders and positioned me directly under the water stream. It felt like
nails coming down all over my body and I wanted to scream. But Seth took
his right hand and closed my mouth and with the other hand held firmly my
left shoulder. The look in his eyes got even more intense and they were
telling me:

"Don't get worried, I will not let you down! So don't dare give up!".

And suddenly it felt like some positive energy being transmitted through
his hand to me. For a very short moment the pain really disappeared
completely and I only focused on holding the spiritual connection with
Seth so that the pain would not come again. I also felt my heart rate
decreasing to a minimum as if I was in some deep winter sleep. I cannot
remember who took the initiative, but suddenly the water stream stopped
and I opened my eyes again.

Fortunately I didn't perform too bad, 'cause Seth looked at me with quite
some pride:

"Wow, Chokee, you made it for more than 90 seconds. As I said, it seems
there is some potential in you. We just need to raise all of this."

After that unique experience we dried ourselves with the towels that Seth
brought and I also brushed my teeth. After some silence I turned to
Seth:

"Have you seen my clothes by the way? I couldn't find them when I woke up
before."

Seth smiled and said calmly:

"I threw them away, 'cause they don't fit in here obviously. You will
wear something different from now on. I put that already on the mattress.
But before we come to that, it shouldn't come as a surprise to you that
we really need to fix your haircut. So kneel down and get between my
legs!"

Seth took meanwhile the wooden stool in the bathroom, connected the
electric hair razor to the plug and then sat down on the stool completely
naked. I did again as told and expected my treatment.

"If you want, you can play with my tool a bit, while I take care of your
hair. But don't move too much, the razor is really sharp and I don't
wanna hurt you."

Of course I knew that this change of my looks was a decisive step in my
transformation process. But even though I didn't have a clue at that time
how to explain all this to my old world - which I had not forgotten back
at that early stage -, I didn't oppose nor did I have the time to think
about the consequences. The only thing that happened was that I found
myself (once again) kneeling between the legs of Seth - the man whom I
admired more and more for everything he represented, his straight-forward
views, his physical superiority, and his spartan-like and totally
truthful lifestyle, which made him completely unreceptive for any form of
material advantage. Never ever would this man only consider to change or
only adjust his way of life because money or any other form of material
benefit promised to him. It was that approach that made me adore Seth
incredibly and simultaneously despise the people in my old world more and
more.

I heard the noise of the electric razor going over my head. Because my
hair was wet, it didn't hurt too much. Seth held my head firmly in his
hands and always indicated with them how I should turn my head so that
the razor could get to all relevant places. Simultaneously I took care of
his dick a bit; meanwhile I knew Seth's likes and dislikes quite well so
that he didn't have to say or do much. And Seth commented on my efforts
with a slight moan and something like "Chokee-boy, you're a quick
learner." Believe it or not, during the whole process I felt again the
enormous feeling of safety that Seth provided. I just knew that he
wouldn't let me down or that he would cause unnecessary pain on my body
unless there was a reason behind that. When he was done, he told me to
stand up. He also got up from his stool, looked at me with his semi
hard-on, lighted a cigarette and said:

"Come on, let's look at you in the mirror together."

He put his arm around me and the two of us went the two or three steps in
front of the bathroom mirror. What I saw, didn't really shock me, rather
I started liking it right from the beginning. Seth had not shaved all of
my hair; instead, for now, he had left a small part of it in the form of
an oval circle on the top of my head untouched.

"I like it this way better. At least as long as you've not gained more
muscle, this makes you look more masculine. Cause for obvious reasons we
wanna avoid everything that makes you look like a sissy-faggot, right?"

Then he gave me a slight, almost tender slap on my cheek, inhaled a deep
last puff from his cigarette and again kissed me aggressively while
exhaling. Meanwhile, I could play this game much better than when I had
tried for the first time.

"Let's go to my room and get dressed," he said and made me follow him.

In his room he had already placed one classic bleachers dark blue Levis
501, red braces and black steel cap boots with red laces. I looked
intensively at each of these pieces, which had such an important meaning
for the entire skinhead culture. And deep inside I started to feel proud
because Seth obviously believed that the time now was ready to give me
the permission wearing these pieces.

"Where did you get those?", I asked.

"Got them already before I picked you up today. I know your size. Hope
you like them. Listen, during this transformation phase I want you to
appear classical. No experiments with clothing, understand? I want you to
look look like a hardcore skin. And the skin culture is conservative by
nature. That's all. Go and jump into your new clothes now ... and no
underwear, ok."

I obeyed of course, but getting into the extremely tight jeans turned out
to be quite a challenge. Seth helped me and while doing so told me that
this indeed must feel like my second skin. Finally it worked and the
pants were sitting extremely tight. Seth also helped me tying my boots
for the first time; this indeed was an art of its own and I paid extra
close attention.

"Can I also wear a t-shirt?", I asked.

"Yep, you should, even though you will take it off in the bar quickly
anyway. Being topless must become totally normal for you, clear? But
since you don't have any ink on your body yet, I think that's a good
idea. Look at the options over there!"

Seth pointed to a stack of tank tops on one of the tables. All of them
had provocative logos that stressed the fight for the national cause.

"For tonight you're going to have that one. I want the brothers to
remember you quickly so that we can speed up the initiation process, ok?
In the bar there is no risk anyway."

What Seth chose for me, was a white muscle tank top with a black swastika
in the middle; it was placed on a white inner circle and a red outer
circle. Above this there was another logo saying:

BAN POLITICAL CORRECTNESS!

Suddenly. I didn't know why, I got a little shy. Maybe 'cause I became
frightened that someone I know would see me like that. Seth immediately
sensed what I was feeling and now became very strict and specific in his
voice:

"Listen, man. What we're doing here, is not some fucking game. We're not
playing carnival. Either you're with us, then follow our rules. Otherwise
go back to your old life! I'm sure your folks and your stupid cunt are
expecting you already. What WE expect is nothing less than 200% clean-cut
loyalty. The brotherhood and each comrade must always come first and they
must be able to rely on you in any situation. If you agree with that,
you're entitled to the same treatment in return. And finally: money,
reputation, mainstream or anything like that have absolutely no meaning
to us, when it comes to the brotherhood. On the contrary, we give a shit
about all this. So if you stay with us and if you ever during the rest of
your life should rank a material gain higher than your loyalty towards
the brotherhood, you 're a dead man. Is that understood?"

"Yes, of course, Seth," I replied

"That's not the right answer. Think, before you answer," Seth barked. And
then even louder while putting his around my neck:

"Is that understood?"

Little sparks went through my brain. It was yet difficult for me to cope
with these sudden outbreaks. Of course I knew that honor and respect were
core values in Seth's mindset. But I hadn't said anything to provoke him.
It was just my body language and a few gestures that got him outraged.

"Yes, that is perfectly understood, comrade. I will of course live up to
all the duties and standards of the brotherhood. Please believe me. It's
just that everything is still so new to me. I feel really honored that
you and the other brothers take care of me. It's the first time that my
life begins to make sense to me and that I'm becoming part of something
bigger. I also feel that everything else I've had before was nothing but
a big lie. But please, it's only my first day. I promise I'll improve
quickly. Ok?"

"Well, you won't have a lot of time. And it's again a straight-forward
decision. Either you're with us or you can leave immediately and that's
it then. Plain and simple! Anyway, let's leave this for now. Tomorrow
when the ink man is coming, there will be another bridge for you to
cross. And now let's go downstairs for a while. As I said, no alcohol for
you. I want you to be clean and sober, because tomorrow very early in the
morning your program will continue. But I'll watch over you anyways."

That having said, Seth took his hand off my neck, grabbed my hand and, as
if we hadn't had any argument just a minute before, both of us left the
apartment.