Football camp An experiment in control 7 Learning the truth

Author: sddvr
Title: Football camp: An experiment in control #7 Learning the truth
Date: 20 July 2011

Discovering the truth

After getting out of my soaked pads in the dark, I was able to sleep through the night, mainly because I was exhausted from the ordeal earlier.

I was awakened by the door opening and the bright fluorescent lights coming on, followed by a cheery "Get the fuck up, asshole! Let's go!" Two large guards took me down the hall naked to a room where I was handed a Discipline Jock and told to put it on. I hopelessly tried to reason with them, bargain with them and finally beg them not to make me put it on. They took out cattle prods and said "Just put it on." I had no choice. Once on, they locked it and then said "Oh, wait. You forgot a piece!" They brought out a large butt plug on a strap and told me to "Get on it!" They pulled out a grease gun and shot some into my ass helpfully suggesting that "This'll make it easier for you. Now get on it!" After a few minutes grunting and struggling, it slid into place. They locked the strap on and instructed me to get into the pushup position and stay that way until otherwise directed. Then they locked the door and left. The pushup position was very uncomfortable, especially with the damned plug in my butt, so I started to move around trying to ease the pain. Then I got up on my knees and started pulling at the straps and learned that I was being watched. "Beeeeep" Oh shit! Before I had time to panic the jolts of pain came and I was rolling around on the floor writhing in pain once again. The door opened and Moody came in, looking disgusted.

"Don't you ever learn anything? Once again, You will do as ordered, or you will pay. PERIOD! Geez, you're a dumb fucker!" He looked at the camera and pointed at me "You think that this is going to be trainable, or useful for anything that matters?" Then a speaker in the ceiling screeched "Bring both of them to the training room. We'll settle this NOW!" Moody looked at me, rolled his eyes and said "Leg irons on and then face the wall with your hands behind your back. I'm tired of chasing your stupid ass!" Then he threw a set of leg irons to me to put on. Once on and locked, I followed orders and faced the wall with my hands behind me. Then he opened the door and the other guards brought Josh in. He was "dressed" like I was and was visibly shaking. We were taken to the van outside and driven to a compound that we hadn't seen before. I say "compound" because it had it's own fenced perimeter and a guard at the gate. The guards were military. They had Marine Corps rank insignia but no name tapes. Things were getting weird again. Anything could happen.

We were brought past several guard stations and finally put into a small interrogation room. They fastened us to the chairs and left us there for a while. They were of course watching and listening to us from the next room. Josh and I looked at each other before I finally whispered "Just follow my lead here. I don't know what this place is but they're not fucking around. This is some kind of government thing. These guys are Marines but there's something really funny going on here." Josh nodded, nervously, clearly afraid to talk as he'd just had his first D-Jock experience.

The door burst open. The Captain that I saw earlier entered the room. Sitting across the table from us and looking each of us in the eyes before speaking. Finally, his eyes locked onto mine. "Corporal Willis." He began as my mouth dropped open. "You've probably figured out that this place isn't what you thought it was." I nodded meekly. He continued "We have need of operators for certain special assignments. Those operators need special training and require that the operators be trained using advanced control and performance monitoring techniques to ensure competence and complete mission reliability. You've been subjected to some of these techniques and your response evaluated. Because you're a Marine, we had high hopes for you. Now, I'm not so sure." I began to speak and he barked "Shut the fuck up. You can talk when I'm through, maybe." then he paused for a long time, finally adding "I shouldn't even tell you any of this, but what the fuck... If you don't get into the the training cycle, we'll have to deal with you in some way. Maybe you'll have an accident and lose your memory, or get involved with drugs and be considered unreliable or a mental case. Or maybe just get in a car crash, accidents happen you know." I was freaking out. He continued "I'll give you this one chance to step up. I'm going to start you on the training. If you fuck up, we'll get you out of here in some way. Show us that you have some balls and a brain and you'll end up an elite operator. Since you've served before, you'll need to take the initiative and bring your friend here up to speed. You'll be a buddy team." He looked at each of us, finally saying "I told you that you could talk, but... I'm not really interested in what you have to say. You have all the information you need to get motivated. You two will spend the next few days together before the training starts. Get him onboard and up to speed fast. Get your shit squared away. If we drop you, you won't be happy at all, or you won't know what hit you. Do this right! Good luck Gentlemen." And he rose from the table and quickly left the room. We were still chained and fastened to the chairs. A long time passed before guards arrived and took us to a barracks building.

I've been telling you all of the strange things that have happened to me up to this point. Now I'm writing in the present. I'm not sure what's going to happen next. It sounds like if we don't succeed with this training and some kind of "secret squirrel" missions, we're dead. If the story stops... I'm glad that I could share this with you. Please pass the word about our situation to the police and... Maybe it would be better for you if you just assumed that this was just a fantasy story on a website. There's nothing that you could do for us anyway, and you'd probably find yourself in some really bad situation. This is the most scared I've ever been in my life. I'll try to keep writing as long as possible. My best guess is that the story will just "stop" at some point.

And you'll know why.