A big day

Chris woke up, The boss must've been in before as he'd had his legs and cuffs real eased, he wanted to try his new kit on but knew he wasn't allowed yet, The Boss had probably just left it there to test him, he pulled his boxers on over his CB, and walked out of the bedroom to grab a drink, the apartment was empty, there was a note on the table though.

Your finial initiation will take place over the next few days, your hair will be cut first, be at the warehouse at 1pm today. Bring your kit and don't try it on.

Chris looked at the oven clock, it was 11:30 already, he needed that sleep clearly. Time for a shower and breakfast, it didn't take him long to shower, he looked at the Mohawk sitting on top of his head he smiled as he reshaved the sides, he'd Best be neat for everyone later. He walked back into the bedroom got out a clean pair of trackies, and a Tshirt, he put on some Adidas hi-tops, and a flat cap. He packed the kit in a backpack and headed out.

Jumping in the car Chris pulled out of the parking block, and headed towards the warehouse, he parked the car up, the other lads cars were already there, and Dave was getting out of his at the same time as Chris pulled up. Dave was dressed in a similar way to Chris, Chris had got Dave to join about 6 months ago, the gang was a means of support for them both, it was a good way of earning cash, both had flunked school and were pretty crap at holding down jobs, thieving was all they were really good at.

"Alright?" Dave asked Chris as he got out of the car,

"Yeah man" replied Chris "thanks for sorting that addy out for me last nite"

"No worries mate, what was it for anyway?"

"Long story, we'll catch up after this, I'll tell you all about it" Chris could see Dave was really intrigued, he was an eager pup, much more subby than Chris was, he was the other skins current play thing, Chris was off limits as property of the boss, but the others could do what they wanted with each other and with Dave.

Chris picked up his bag from the boot of the car, "is that your new kit?" Dave asked eagerly. Chris smiled back at him,

"Yeah, fuck I can't wait to try it on bro, you wanna see it?" With that Chris opened the top of the bag, the contrast of the blue and orange of the bomber jacket of a new patched member was obvious, also in the bag were Rangers, bleachers and socks. A white polo shirt and some braces.

They got to the warehouse door and knocked. Steve one of the four slid open the eye slit, seeing it was Chris and Dave he opened the door immediately, dumb idiot, thought Chris, they could be hiding anyone behind them.

"Alright lads" Steve said to them as they passed,

"Alight Steve," Chris replied, Steve was older about mid 40's was still on good shape but was heavier set build than the Boss, he was wearing his Green ma1, bleachers and Rangers, most of them wore Rangers rather than grinders, Chris had never understood why, maybe they just preferred them, Chris didn't care when he was licking them.

"Yeah am alright Chris" Steve replied, "Dave." Steve gave Dave a nod, Dave smiled back shyly, Steve intimidated Dave, but he that was probably because Dave was shy and Steve was older and Dave liked younger guys. As they walked past Steve grabbed Daves arse, Chris was glad he didn't have to deal with such letchy behaviour anymore.

The warehouse was an old brick built thing, with steel girder trusses supporting a steel corrugated roof with large storage areas for storing whatever was coming and going, currently it was nearly empty except a few wooden pallets of stuff, probably just the basics to cover the 'legitimate business interests' of the gang. At the back of the warehouse was a men's toilet block, an office, a wet room, and an empty store room. The lads headed into the office at the back, The Boss was sat behind his desk in his usual chair, he looked up as they walked in.

"Punctual as ever Chris, give your kit bag to Dave, and come and sit here." He motioned to the chair opposite the desk.

"Dave take the bag to Gary and Craig, they're in the store room."

"Yes Boss" Dave replied and turned around and headed off closing the door behind him.

"So Chris the time has come, do you think you're ready to become a full member?"

"Yes boss" Chris replied, he'd become so used to replying like that it was second nature.

"You understand what's going to happen over the next few days?"

"Yes boss, most of it"

"Good, I've decided Dave's going to be promoted to first prospect when you're a full member, so that might cause a bit of a power struggle with the other lads, I know Steve really likes using him at the moment and I think you might have to fight him off now you're available to him, but as I've told you before I leave my members to sort out their own hierarchy. You are a pack of dogs after all!" The Boss laughed. Chris smiled back at him if only he knew what Chris was planning,

"Yes boss, I think I can handle them"

"Alright then, go into the wet room and strip, pile your clothes in the corner and kneel by the wall."

Chris got up from the chair and closed the door as he left. He walked two doors down to the wet room along a cold dark corridor and opened the door to the wetroom, it was empty except for a couple of wall hooks, a metal chair and some chains hanging from the ceiling. He wondered who was going to do the shaving as he stripped. He folded his trackies and other kit up in a pile on his hi tops, cap on top, and then knelt against the far wall, hands on his head, fingers laced and legs crossed and waited, it was all too familiar from what happened the other day he thought except he was naked this time and there was no blindfold. He was awoken from his daydream with a blast of cold water from behind and the sound of Craig and Gary laughing.

"Stand up boi, we need to get your front wet too." Chris stood, fingers still locked and turned head bowed to face them, as Gary made him wet, Craig came forth with some steel shackles, locking them onto his wrists he hooked them to the chain above his head and winched Chris up so

He was on tiptoes, he hung there fully exposed, with a can of shaving foam, both of the skinheads walked up lathering him up with the foam, all over his body, his cock still in its holytrainer hung there useless, but something about the amount of attention his skin was receiving was turning him on. The cage was struggling to hold him back and his cock kept twitching. Both Craig and Gary laughed when they saw it. "Alright Chris mate, won't be long til it's free" said Gary, they both came back with some fresh Bic razors and began stripping his body of hair, they were expert at it, and he was soon completely bald from the neck down, except a small amount behind his cage. "The boss will sort that out when he comes to do your head" said Craig as he winched Chris down, Gary placed the chair underneath him and Chris sat down on it, the cold metal against his arse, he was trying not to shiver, even though the water was cold, the air temp wasn't too bad in the room.

Chris had his arms secured to the arms of the chair and his legs were tied to the legs. He was facing away from the door and he heard the other two guys leave, he thought he was left there for about 20 minutes until he heard the door open again, he heard someone walking across the concrete floor in boots, and then felt a leather gloved hand over his head, it moved over to his mouth and he could feel someone's breath by his ear. It was the Boss. "Are you ready to submit to this brotherhood boi? I take only your first answer, and that is binding" he removed his gloved hand to allow Chris to reply.

"Yes Boss!"

"Good lad!" Chris knew to be silent for the rest of this process, as the boss lathered up his head and the last of his Mohawk, cutting it off slowly to leave a full skinhead. He then bent down and unlocked the holytrainer, Chris's cock sprang into action, the Boss grinned,

"Looks like that thing couldn't wait to get free!" He applied the foam to the rest of his balls and base of his cock and gave him a clean shave. The Boss walked back over to the hose and gave Chris a wet down. Then untied him and threw a towel at him.

Put your clothes on and get out of here, your final ceremony is tomorrow at 9pm, I need Dean to get back from Manchester before we can finish you off properly.

Chris towelled himself down, knowing that the next 18 hours was to prove that he could be self sufficient without the backing of his new brotherhood. The second ceremony would be where he got his new kit, but when he walked over to the gear he wore when he arrived to find neatly placed on top was the blue bomber jacket of the newest gang member. Nice one he thought, slipping it on over his freshly shaved skin. It had a gang patch on the sleeve and was just the right fit. His cock sprang straight into action and he grasped it with both hands on wanting to wank off right there and then. But he thought I wanna use the backup of my seed for something memorable, he removed the jacket and got the rest of his kit back on, boxers, trackies, sox and hi tops, putting the jacket on over his Tshirt and finally his black flat cap. As he strode out of the warehouse there was no one about, odd he thought, and as he got out to the front only Steve was on the door. "See you Friday" said Chris

"Oh yes" said Steve