Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2009 06:37:12 -0400
From: SneakerBitch <stories@sneakerbitch.net>
Subject: Skinhead Conversion

This is a work of adult fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, places or
events is coincidental. I am just beginning to research skinhead culture,
so things may not be accurate, this is purely fiction.


	Nick had been in Berlin for less than a week, and he was already
missing the company of his male friends back home, specifically those who
took care of his sexual needs. He took this opportunity on his sixth night
out to explore the city in which he was staying, and its men. He surveyed
quite a few men during the evening as he walked down the street. He was
used to having football players sucking his cock, so the visiting Scally
lads were not quite what he was looking for, neither were the skaters, some
of which seemed too eager to please. He was looking for men he could push
around and enjoy pushing. When he rounded one dark corner he found what he
was looking for, 5 tall, muscular skin heads. His eyes roamed over the body
of the skin that was obviously the leader. The tallest, and the one with
the red laces in his boots. Nick did not understand the significance of
that observation at the time. His eyes scanned the men several times before
one of the men yelled at him from the darkness "Like what you see,
fag?". Nick blushed, he wasn't aware he had been staring, he averted his
eyes and moved on, with the laughter of the skinheads trailing behind
him. Nick continued his journey down the street, past old warehouses and
other abandoned structures. The viewing of guys out and about was getting
more sparse, and the area around him getting more dim. Not usually the type
to be scared, he wandered a little farther into the darkness, enjoying the
cool air of the night. Nick thought he heard something behind him, but
turned around and saw nothing. He became increasingly sensitive to the
smallest noise, even if it was just his size 13 Shox brushing some loose
gravel around the sidewalk. Nick's oversensitivity forced to turn around
and head back for the more populated end of the street. When he passed by
one of the warehouses on his way back, he thought he heard voices coming
from it, this caused him to pause in his path. After convincing himself it
was nothing, he began walking again, but before he could get clear of the
end of the warehouse, his world went dark. A brief, and yet futile,
struggle to get a damp cloth away from his face, then darkness, Nick was
out. When Nick awoke he couldn't move, and he was in darkness still. He
tried to scream but found that he couldn't, there was something in his
mouth, something that tasted sweaty, horribly sweaty, but with a familiar
cleanliness behind it. It took him a moment but identified it as a sock,
since he could not manage to keep his tongue from probing the disgusting
piece of foreign cotton. He pulled at the rope binding his arms and at his
legs, he struggled and fought until he could feel the rope burning his
wrists and ankles and he was exhausted. As soon as he stopped there was a
familiar laughter that echoed off the walls. It was the skinheads, and they
stepped closer to him, so that he could just barely make out that they were
surrounding him. Very dim lights came on and for the first time he could
barely begin to make out details of their faces, noticing the leader most
prominently again. Nick's attention fell more to him than any of the
others, unconsciously staring into the cold blue eyes of the skinhead. The
skin returned the stare and for an instant smiled at Nick. Nick squirmed at
the expression.
	The skinhead dismissed his companions, informing them that he would
"take care of the fag" from there. As soon as they were out of the building
the skin, who Nick later discovered to be named Edel, moved in and grabbed
Nick by his balls, through his jeans. The pain made Nick tense every muscle
in his body, and brought laughter to Edel. Before Nick could recover, Edel
grabbed the bottom of Nick's shirt and ripped it from his body, leaving his
upper body exposed to the cold air of the night that found its way into the
warehouse. Nick laid stunned at the swiftness of the pull, and how quickly
Edel had made him vulnerable. Nick's cock reacted somewhat differently,
growing in length and girth, striking a considerably large shadow over
Nick's jeans. This growth caught Edel's attention, inspiring him to
unbutton Nick's jeans and cut away Nick's black briefs that had been
shielding his cock. Edel grabbed the cock as it sprang up from the remains
of the briefs, squeezing it gently. Nick had prepared himself for pain, and
for a hand as cold as Edel's eyes, but found the hand to be warm and
comforting, perhaps even somewhat pleasurable. Nick's cock grew even more
when the hand squeezed it, and Nick began to moan into the sock. "You like
my dirty sock fag?" Edel asked cheerfully to Nick. Nick shook his head and
groaned to indicate his displeasure with the sock preventing him from
yelling for help, or perhaps preventing him from yelling for harder
squeezing. As if reading Nick's mind, Edel began laying down conditions for
having the sock out. "ok, heres what we are going to do, I am going to take
it out, and you are not going to yell." Edel pulls his knife open and
places it near Nick's throat "if you yell, I will make it the last time you
ever yell". Nick blinked and shook his head to agree to the terms.
	Edel cut the rope holding the sock in Nick's mouth and Nick moved
his mouth in every position he could think of to stretch it back to feeling
normal, but then turned his attention back to the more critical aspects of
his situations. "Let me go dude" he said firmly, but yet, carefully not to
yell. "Dude? That the way you Americans talk to people who have your life
in their hands" Edel smiled as he hung the sock up on a piece of
furniture. Nick tried his plea again "Mr. Skinhead, please let me go." Edel
only laughed harder. "Not Mr. Skinhead, and skinheads hardly ever respond
to 'please', so try 'Sir' or 'Edel', my name". Nick tried his originally
plea again, this time, with "Edel" and not "dude". Edel stared straight
into Nick's eyes, and in the most reassuring, calm voice he could muster,
declined Nick's request with a simple, firm "No". The staring match
continued for a few moments until Nick started pulling at the ropes
again. "It won't work" Edel states, "I have tied you well, and you are mine
for this evening". "Yours? I belong to no one du...Edel" Nick said while
trying to visually asses the binds holding him. Edel began to enlighten
Nick on his philosophy of the situation "You are an American tourist,
obviously one that enjoys strong men, I won't hurt you if you behave, and I
think you might enjoy yourself". Edel began rubbing Nick's cock that had
since become flaccid and a little cold. "First, Mr. American, I am going
take a little control, so you can just relax, since nothing you can do will
change what is happening to you." Nick looked at Edel, studied his face and
tried to asses the situation, deciding it best to give the guy obviously in
control a little trust, he whispered his name "Nick". "What was that?" Edel
barked. "Nick, my name is Nick". Edel drug a heavy wooden crate towards
Nick, and began rumbling through it until he found what he was looking
for. He placed a cold metal tube and ring on Nick's exposed abs, causing
Nick to tense them slightly. "and this is a chastity device" Edel stated as
he rubbed the cold metal over Nick's body. "Whats it for?" Nick
inquired. Edel was all too eager to answer, in a somewhat serious tone
"lets call it an introduction to German engineering. This little thing is
going to separate you the most you have ever been apart from your
manhood". With that statement, Edel slid the ring over Nick's cock and
balls and began rubbing his cock until it was firm again. He stroked Nick's
sock until the head turned a hint of purple, then backed off, let Nick
soften partially, and then repeated the entire procedure. Nick was up and
down nearly seven times and he could feel the weight of his balls
increasing, and he was moaning for Edel to finish him off. "ok, I'll finish
you off" Edel snapped as he lubed Nick's cock, just before shoving it into
the tube. Edel laughed at the expression on Nick's face. Nick had never
seen anything like the device before, and certainly did not like the feel
of a steel tube over his cock. The skinhead pulled a lock from his pocket
and slid it onto the device, making a point of locking it slowly, to make
sure Nick heard it close. Nick's expression only worsened and he whimpered
upon realizing the amount of control that Edel had just gained, and how
much the stakes had just increased in this game.
	As if nothing had happened, Edel closed Nick's pants and began
speaking calmly to him again, "So, you like skinheads?" Nick couldn't
believe the situation as it had just occurred. It was as if the skinhead
had multiple personalities, or perhaps was bipolar (all part of the greater
mindfuck). Nick tried to shift from thinking about his cock to having a
conversation with Edel. He didn't shift before Edel became impatient,
"well? do you? You sure stare at me enough". Nick stuttered out
"Y..ye..yes". "Why?" Edel demanded. This caught Nick off guard, having to
force himself to be truthful and not hide himself as he had been accustomed
to doing at home, "You are all so, muscular, beefy and have a stern,
untouchable disposition, and you are just so..." Edel cut him off "All
these compliments won't get you free any faster. So is it true to say you
admire us?" Nick quickly found an assertive "Yes" in his voice. "Good" was
Edel's response. Edel returned to digging through his box, pulling out a
wooden box labeled "Haarschneidemaschine und Rasiermesser". Having no
meaning to Nick, he did not know what to expect. Edel pulled a blindfold
from a bag in the box and placed it over Nick's eyes placing him back in
darkness. Nick felt something cold going on to his left wrist, and
recognized the sound of handcuffs. Edel cautiously untied each wrist and
forced them behind Nick's back as he forced Nick to sit upright. Nick
fought Edel at getting the cuff on his right wrist, but Nick found himself
defeated and cuffed. Edel untied one of Nick's ankles and placed a cuff on
it as well, but secured the steel restraints to both ankles before letting
the other go. Nick was encouraged to his feet, at which time he discovered
that he had at most 12 inches between his ankles, he wouldn't be making a
run for his freedom this time.
	Edel shouted "Marsch" behind Nick as he pushed him forward. Nick
felt himself being directed to a specific spot and then felt himself being
pushed backward, finding a heavy iron chair to catch him on the way
down. His arms were pulled above him and then over the back of the chair,
then the cuffs were locked to the chair and he could not move very much, a
similar event occurred at his feet, locking his ankles to the chair at two
separate positions. Finally he felt rope being tightened around his upper
body, he wouldn't be wiggling far. He was left for a few moments, during
which he put great pressure on the rope holding him. When Edel returned
Nick heard a strange buzzing sound approaching his head. He leaned his head
forward to move away from it. "No, sit straight weibsstück!" Edel ordered
directly into Nick's ear, causing him to jerk his body to a straight
position. The buzzing resumed, and Nick slowly moved to avoid it. The
buzzing stopped and Nick sighed. The moment of relief was quickly broken by
the feeling of something leather being slipped around his neck and
tightened. Edel placed rope through the loop on the back of the collar and
pulled it tight against the top rail of the chair back, preventing further
head movement of his captive. For a third time, the buzzing of the clippers
approached his head, this time making contact and there was nothing he
could do to stop it. Nick had never kept his hair at a great length, but
not that close either, always somewhere in the middle, like the rest of his
somewhat preppy friends. He felt the hair falling and began feeling the air
against his head. He decided not to fight it, fearing he might loose more
than hair if he did. Edel's hand grasped him firmly right above the collar,
reminding him of the earlier threat. After several minutes the noise of the
clippers stopped and an aerosol whooshing sound took its place just before
the feeling of cold shaving cream hit Nick's head.  He began to comprehend
what was happening to him. Whereas admiration sometimes leads to voluntary
emulation, in this case, admiration lead to forced emulation. The
complexity of the emotions gave Nick a hard on, which ran directly into
steel. He moaned at the feeling, causing Edel to chuckle, but not loose the
steadiness of his hand as he swiped the razor across Nick's head. The end
of the ritual is signaled by a bottle of water being poured over Nick's
head. It cools quicker than Edel can rub a towel over Nick's head and torso
and Nick shivers. Once dry, Edel begins rubbing over Nick's body, pinching
his nipples to get a reaction from him. He then rubs Nick's head "How does
it feel? You like?" Nick wiggles the little he can as Edel touches him and
reacts with concern for what has happened to him "I don't know, why did you
do this to me?" "The best way to experience skins is to be one, you will be
one of us for a while or maybe forever." Edel responded. "If I am going to
be one of you guys, why am I still restrained?" Nick inquired. "Because we
are a brotherhood, and you are a new member, you will learn to trust us,
which means at first, you will learn to be controlled by us." Edel
whispered at Nick as he removed the blindfold. "I was going to take off the
collar, but I think its a good look for you. However, there is something
else that must go". Edel reached down to Nick's feet and briskly removed
his shoes from his feet, then tossed them across the room. "Skins don't
wear trainers, skins wear boots" he explained.
	Edel released the locks holding Nick's hand and ankle restraints to
the chair, then forced him to his feet, pushing him to the center of the
room. Edel removed the cuff from Nick's right wrist and then relocked it
with authority once he pushed Nick's hands in front of him. He pressed a
remote in his pocket and a chain descended from the ceiling. The chain went
to Nick's navel, at which point Edel locked the handcuffs to the chain and
retracted the chain as far as he could, leaving Nick's feel barely touching
the floor. "Another thing we must do, is test your endurance for certain
things" Edel states as he grabs Nick's balls and pulls down on them firmly,
causing Nick to yell in pain. Edel then attaches as hollow cylinder around
Nick's sack, screwing it closed with a hex wrench. Edel holds the cylinder
in his hands "I am going to drop it, it is about thirteen-hundred grams, or
3 of your American pounds, lets see how you handle it". Nick looks very
nervous, tenses himself, including his balls, and Edel releases the
cylinder, causing Nick to not be able to hold his balls tense any longer,
they drop, causing him great pain. Nick's body tries to collapse over, but
this only places more weight against his wrists. Nick straightens himself
to appear to handle it well, thinking it may get Edel to let him go sooner
and get him out of further painful rituals. Edel's face does not say
impressed. "You handled it ok, but you still need work, we need to toughen
you" Edel approaches Nick with his knife drawn, holding it in an aggressive
posture, looking Nick over as if he were looking at fresh beef. Edel walks
around him, disappearing behind where he can not be seen. Nick feels
something moving down his ass, near his crack. There is the sound of denim
being cut and ripped, and then the familiar feeling of being exposed as the
pants were violently torn from his body. Nick then felt something on his
back, something with a sharp point at the top of his left shoulder, the
point moved along his back in smooth lines that felt like they dug into his
flesh, but with no residual pain after a few moments. "What are you doing
to me?" he objected. "Oh, just making something a little more proper,
giving you a name while you are a skin, you will be 'Roth', and its
inscribed on your back. It means 'red head', but for you it will mean
red's, that's my designation, skinhead. You are mine until you earn your
place". Shivers went all over Nick's body. He was not emotionally prepared
for this depth of becoming a skinhead. He just found them intriguing, but
now he found himself becoming more like one, as he imagined the writing on
his back looking somewhat like a tattoo. "Now brother Roth, we should get
you outfitted" Edel said as he pulled out clothing and what appeared to be
boots. The restraints were removed from Nick's ankles and bleached jeans
were put on, jeans tighter than what he previously had worn. They held his
restrained, but still excited, cock back against his body firmly. As he
zipped, Edel rubbed the steel tube, "bet you wish you could feel that. Too
bad you are in there for a while", and then Edel pulled out his own
enlarged cock and stroked it in front of Nick, causing what can only be
described as a look of envy in Nick's eyes. "Now to put boots on you" Edel
affirmed as he held up a pair of boots that appeared to be in less than new
condition. "18 hole ranger boots, an old pair of mine, they will be yours
until you earn new ones, but you will have to earn these as well, or else
be a bare foot skin". Nick looked puzzled and asked "Earn? How?". Edel
pushed the boots closer to Nick's face, causing Nick to turn his head
slightly "well, for starters, you are going to lick my old boots for the
honor of being allowed to wear them". Nick turned his head away and refused
to lick Edel's generous offer. "Thought you might feel that way" Edel said
through a devilish smile. Edel produced a box of candles from under the
table Nick was originally placed on. He raised the chain for Nick's cuffs
and placed a short metal stool under Nick's feet, allowing him to rest his
feet flat for the first time since he was stood in the middle of the
room. Three large candles were placed under the arch of each stool and then
lit. "It works like this Roth, you will lick these boots because these
boots will protect your feet. That flame will heat up the metal very soon,
and I won't extinguish a single flame until you lick, and if you piss me
off I'll add more". Nick begged for another way, any other way to not have
his feet burned. "This is the only way, this is the way we always do this"
Edel informed him. Nick held out for a while, but the stools soon became
warm, and his arms were too tired to pull him up. "I'll do it, I'll lick
your fucking boots! Just blow them out" Nick cried out as be began shifting
from one foot to the other. Edel held the boots to Nick's mouth. "Lick
first!". Nick held his tongue out and frantically licked at the boot to
save his feet. Edel pulled the boot away after a few strokes with Nick's
tongue, then grabbed his foot, and placed one boot on his bare right
foot. Edel then put the other boot to Nick's mouth for a more thorough
licking, which he enforced by grabbing Nick's heavy balls when he was
slack. Nick licked every visible surface of the boot, including around the
inside of the collar. The entire boot shined with his saliva. Edel placed
the boot on Nick's already raised left foot, then forcefully removed the
other boot to make him lick it again. When the licking was complete, Edel
released Nick from the chain and kicked the stools out of the
way. "Extinguish them Roth!" Edel looked at the candles and back to Nick's
confused face "Stomp them out brother". Nick took two steps forward and
stomped out both groups of candles, feeling somewhat victorious over them
for what he went through, as the taste of dirt from the boots gradually
began to leave his mouth. Edel recognized the look of a guy who was tasting
dirt and did his best to reassure Nick "its ok, you'll do better next
time". "NEXT TIME?" Nick squealed. "Yes, you will learn to do it well, you
will even learn to lick them on my feet". Nick silenced himself and tried
to hide his look of disgust.  Edel still catches the look but decides to
dismiss it and move on to another topic. "What exactly did you think would
happen when you first stared at me tonight?" Nick began laughing, and
becoming somewhat hard in the tube, causing himself pain "well... I thought
I might have one of you bad boys on your knees sucking my cock." Edel
studied his victim for a moment, then grabbed his neck and encouraged him
to his knees, holding on to the collar to keep him there. The skin pulled
out his cock, directly into the face of Nick. Nick tried to pull back, but
couldn't. Edel rubbed his cock along Nick's cheek and then placed the head
touching his lips. Nick refused to take the cock into his mouth, for which,
Edel slapped him. He still refused and Edel placed his hands over Nick's
nose and mouth, slowly counting to 30 before releasing him to gasp for
air. During the gasping, Edel shoved his cock as far into Nick's mouth as
he could, and began pushing and pulling Nick's head to a rhythm of his
liking. When Edel was ready to reach his climax, he pulled out of Nick's
mouth, much to Nick's comfort, but Edel shoved his cock down beside Nick's
left foot in the boot. Nick's face was overcome with disgust and a little
embarrassment. Edel stood up, clearly proud of his work "see how that feels
until it dries there beside your foot, those drops on the outside are sure
to get some looks when they dry". Nick is allowed to stand and he looks at
his boot, dripping with Edel's cum, a fresh reminder of what he was forced
to do. While Edel has his back turned Nick begins quietly heading for the
door. He is very confident in his attempt, until he presses the lever to
open the door and it doesn't budge, it is locked. "I wondered if you would
try that" Edel's voice boomed from across the room. "You still don't trust
me, so you have forced me to keep you here longer until you do trust me and
have truly become one of us".