Football camp An experiment in control The new routine

Author: sddvr
Title: Football camp: An experiment in control The new routine
Date: 15 June 2011

The new routine...

The aching kept me up most of the night. I may have faded off to sleep a few times, but I wasn't sure. I didn't feel rested after the lights came and a loud buzzer sounded. I stood up and walked over to the door to look through the little window. As I got closer to the door, the jocks warning beep sounded. I figured that it was a warning beep because it was shorter than the “you're about to get kicked in the nuts in a few seconds” beep, and because if I went the other direction, nothing bad happened to me. So, it looks like they set it up so that I can't stand next to the window anymore. OK, so now, I'm a neutered dog in a cage with a shock collar connected to my genitals. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

Then a voice blared out of the speaker in the ceiling “Reds will report to their inspection and shower area. Reds NOW!” and the door sprung open. I was afraid to move toward the door for a moment and noticed a red line on the floor. I moved toward the door. The jock didn't beep this time so I followed the red line down the hallway and into a room with 10 other guys dressed as I was standing in formation on top of yellow footprints painted on the floor. This must be the place, I thought.

We all stood there for what seemed like forever. Most of the guys looked down or forward. I recognized the ones from my bus. We were the only ones with confused looks on our faces. Looking at each other, but not saying a word. I saw no guards, so I said “Do any of you know what's going on here? I...” A voice from the loudspeaker said “Shut the fuck up!” and all the jocks in the room sounded the warning beep. The others looked at me with disgust and everybody hit the floor, flopping around, screaming and cursing. When it stopped, Most of the group seemed to rush to get back on their feet. Us new guys were still in shock. The looks from the others communicated to us that we'd best get back up too, so we did.

A coach came into the room. He looked like one anyway. He had the shorts, the whistle... but he looked like a military guy in a coaches uniform. His look was very cold and intense, like a spy or a special forces guy. He was too fit to be a corrections officer. Not the kind of guy you'd ask out for a beer. Not very approachable. I was coming up with all kinds of theories...

He walked over to me first and looked me over, initially not saying a word. Then he looked directly into my eyes and said “Don't talk to the others. Ever.” Then my jock beeped several times in rapid succession. It sounded different this time. Then I felt a tingling sensation on my balls. The coach stepped away and the painful waves began. I screamed. “No! Please! I can't...” My muscles moved violently and uncontrollably for a very long time. “Please stop it! Please!” I cried. It kept going, until finally, it stopped. Then he looked down at me, paused, and said coldly “You're really better off if you keep your mouth shut. A little friendly advice. I don't give it often, You'll thank me later.” He coldly looked away and then paused again, finally saying “Now get on your feet!” I complied instantly. I don't know how.

He walked over the the front of the small group. He looked at his clipboard. He looked down. The silence and the pauses in his speech were awkward and disconcerting. Finally he said quickly “Some of you are new. This will be your daily routine. When you are told, you will strip and place your jumpsuits and slippers in the basket and quickly move toward the stocks where you will place your feet on the yellow marks on the floor and bend over, placing your neck and wrists into the stocks and you will hold that position. The stocks will close and remain locked on you for the duration of your D Jock servicing and your brief shower. You will not be jerking off in the shower. You will not be sucking each others dicks. You will not be playing “drop the soap!” and you will not scratch your asses. This is for your own safety. As some of you know, removal of some of the D jock system hardware may be a bit uncomfortable. You will stay still and remain quiet. Any sound or movement will be paid for by the entire group. After your shower, you will dry off and quickly enter a free cell where you will mount any anal plug that your coach or disciplinary officer directs, and restore the locking retaining strap. You will leave the cell, move to the inspection area to the first free “D.O.” and request an inspection. Face away from him and grab your ankles. If you idiots haven't fucked something up, he'll lock you back into the D jock shell and you'll be on your way. Keep moving. Don't fuck up and you won't feel the wrong end of the cattle prod. Good enough?” He stopped, looking around the room. Pausing again. The he barked loudly... “Now MOVE!” and the mad scramble to comply began.