Football Slave
Mike was always attracted to football and to the brawny looks of a football player. However he never actually had the chance to play, his home town didn’t sport a football team and later when he moved for his studies he discovered that sport, since then life was really different for him. With no family and no friend he had plenty of time to indulge in his attraction.
So whenever he had the chance he went to the field to spy on the local varsity team each time they had a practice session, dreaming of himself wearing all that gear. This sight always made him horny and he often jacked off remembering the cute hunks on the practice field.
John, the coach hadn’t missed the fact that this great looking young man was always there looking greedily on his players. He decided to set a plan in motion, if that guy like football hunk, well he would be in for a treat (and he as his masters would have another slave, a perfect deal no?)
So one day he came directly to Mike after a practice.
“Hey you, I’ve noticed that you’re are often around when we’re having a practice, Would you help me with something?”
Mike couldn’t believe his ears, this was a golden opportunity to approach those hunks, he had trouble hiding his hard on at the thought of that.
“Probably, what can I do for you sir?”
“Well, one of my helpers just moved outside the town I would need a person to help me clean after all those guys, would you be interested?”
“Sure! When should I start?”
“Well, if you have nothing to do, now would be a good time”
“I’m coming”, Mike tried no to look too eager, it would probably spoil everything.
So Mike started his job helping coach John picking up after the players, but for an unknown reason he was never allowed to clean the uniforms, coach John did that himself and kept the uniform lockers locked . Unknown by Mike this was set exactly to see how responsive he was to the gear, Coach John never left anything to chance. But the fact that Mike was working in a real locker room, so close of those sweaty studs. Was a real treat.
A months later on a Friday after every player had left. Coach John left the room telling Mike that he’ll be back in 15-20 minutes that he had a call to make. This of course was a set-up ? Coach left, Mike was thinking about the gear room. It took him about 2 minute to make up his mind, he gathered up all his courage and tried the lock, Wonderful, it wasn’t locked. All those sweaty uniforms still slightly warm, covered by the aroma of the players training on the field a few minutes ago.
He entered the room and oddly enough only one set of gear was there on the table. It looked brand new?and almost Set up for him.
Mike approached the uniform, Locked the door and proceed dress himself into the gear. In his hurry He didn’t noticed the small computer chip and the tiny electronic devices that were attached to each piece of football gear. He put on the football underwear ( a pair of black tight, and a tight fitting shirt) the socks (mimicking unconsciously exactly all the same gestures he saw the players do ...). Each time a piece of equipment was in place a small bip was heard.
Mike didn’t notice the first two ones , His rush too intense, but after he had put on the jock he felt bizarre and wanted to continue to dress up as quickly as he could, he couldn’t resist it. so he put on the girdle, the padded pants, the shoes, the shoulder pads. Finishing with the glove, and the Helmet (complete with mouth piece). Now except for his face through the mask none of his skin was visible, even his eyes were covered by a kind of sunglasses.
Feeling really good , he approached the full length mirror, and started admiring himself. He looked so good and felt so great.
At that point he fell a warm feeling all over his body. He like it very much, he was feeling muscular and horny. he started stroking his bulge. as soon as he got aroused, he received a small electrical shock from his jockstrap.
He started to realize now that Coach was about to come back, so he wanted to get out of the gear before he came back? And tried to remove the helmet? The fastening where stuck, like they were glued there. Starting to panic he tried the belt of the pants, stuck also? the lace of the cleat even the Velcro of the glove all was stuck on him. He started to panic. But as soon as he started to look around nervously, his gaze fell on his reflection in the mirror, through the sunshade he was now seeing two small spiral as well as hearing some weird music from small speaker in front of his ears?
“Relax, enjoy the feeling ... That gear feel better and better.. take deep breath... ”
Unconsciously he started obeying the voice. Going deeper and deeper relaxing...
After a few minutes of that the voice started changing the commands :
“ Sit down, let yourself becoming more and more relaxed, you want to go deeper in relaxation ... feel so good ”
“ So good " Mike responded becoming more and more entranced by the voice in the helmet.
“ You’re eyes are so heavy, close them, this make you more relaxed, you now want to obey my voice, you will obey ”
“ I will obey ! " responded Mike
“The gear you have on is the most comfortable clothing you ever worn you don’t want to remove it, it make you a football Player repeat that 3 time and believe it”
Mike complied
The gear was starting to take more and more control of him, making him worship the gear, making him see the coach as his master and obeying all of his command, after all the coach only goal was to make him a better football player, but soon in his mind football player... meant football slave.
After a few minute he was instructed to remove all his gear, to dress back, come out of the uniform room, to lock it. And to forget everything that had happened until coach would make him remember.
Mike awoke suddenly, feeling slightly disoriented but energetic and refresh, he wanted action. “Where am I ?", he looked around and remembered where he was. He still had to clean the floor before Coach come back.
The coach was patiently waiting in the other room waiting for the little read light on his stopwatch to turn off. He knew as soon as it went on that Mike had fallen into the trap and would soon be completely his, he would make a wonderful addition to the team, but not his football team. His team of sport slave. This first induction was primordial, but limited he had 24 hour to complete it otherwise the effect would vanish? Finally the red light went off?He was his.
The coach entered the locker room Mike was finishing cleaning the floor, soon he would do much more for him?
“Has anyone arrive while I was gone?” Coach asked Mike
“No Sir, why?” Mike replied.
“One of the player was suppose to come to do a test for me I have a new uniform I want the team to try but I want to know how it would feel for them.", Coach said.
“Coach, I could try it, if you want.", he paused hoping, “If that is ok with you, that is.”
The coach smiled Mike was really his now, “Hum why not. Come with me.”
Coach led Mike into the uniform room where he was a few minutes before and closed the door, and without Mike noticing locked it.
“Undress, and put on the gear.", Coach said.
Mike quickly obeyed and in minutes was wearing the gear again although unknowingly that it was the second time. It felt so good to wear it.
“Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me how you feel!”
“I feel good coach, In fact this feel better that my normal clothes I wish to never have to remove it again.”
“Good Slave, in fact I may even grant you that wish.", Coach said to Mike.
“Slave? What do you mean Slave?”
“Well the first time you wore that gear it hypnotized you and made you my football slave.”
“That is impossible! I never had football gear on before.”
“Remember now, My football slave !”
At that precise moment Mike felt a wave of pleasure rush over his body.
“Yes Coach, I will obey you.”
“Good Boy, your training is not complete you will also learn the joy of pleasing your master while wearing your gear.”
Mike was overwhelmed with pleasure he barely saw that the coach was moving on him with a syringe in his hand. He felt a small prick and lost consciousness darkness swallowing him.
The coach then got his car, put his new Toy in the trunk and drive toward home. He had still a lot of work to do...
Mike was helplessly sleeping in the coach trunk, his subconscious mind was unable to defend himself, beside the drug that he had been injected made him more receptive to control and the more he heard the more he wanted to hear...to be controlled
The microphone in the modified helmet were pouring the conditioning speech as the coach car was taking him farther away from the life he had known.
The speaker were pouring the message deep in his subconscious with the coach voice: “Welcome, if you hear this is become you have been chosen to be a football slave in my team, I am the coach and in your mind this will mean master. The life as you knew just finished. You will want to serve me... and you’ll gladly do it " at that moment the soothing relaxing music started to get into the background along the speech who was also changing to help him relax further and be more programmed :
“Relax boy, relax, sink deeper follow the music listen to my voice and obey... no responsibility simply obeying, it feel so good to let yourself be controlled by my voice. Repeat I want to obey, I need to obey ”
Unable to resist the assault on his mind, Mike started to repeat the word in his sleep " obey... I ... Obey ”
After a little while the speech change again.
“ Good boy, each time I will call you good boy or good slave you feel really good, and a wave of pleasure with engulf you, but each time I will call you bad boy or bad slave you will feel pain and sadness... let’s try that... ”
Mike subconscious mind was sucking the instruction eagerly it felt so good to obey...
The voice drone on, but this time the gear sprang to life :
Each time the coach voice said " Good boy " or " Good Slave “, the electrode in the gear gave Mike a jolt of erotic pleasurable stimulation. Each time the voice said " Bad Boy " or " Bad Slave " the same electrode were sending him a stinging electric shock... each time the word were said pleasure or pain was slowly increased... making Mike more and more controlled by the voice... This particular conditioning trick was about to last the remainder of the ride toward the Master/Coach House. Just before the car stopped Mike heard the last command " Sleep now boy, until I tell you to awake you will sleep deeper and continue to lose that control and give yourself more to me obey ! " Mike fell asleep.
While driving to his destination, Coach John, was monitoring the progress of his new toy after starting part II of the conditioning routine he settled on his way to drive... And remembered 10 years ago he was 32 at the time, no future and nowhere to go. Having finished his master in fitness psychology he started to study the effect of hypnosis on the training of athlete ... After a while he discovered how easy athlete mind were conditioned, they wanted to succeed and they wanted to trust their coach. This had made him realise, why athletes take all kind of drugs and supplements as soon as they are suggested by the coach no matter what the consequences may be.
With the help of a few fellow coach he created a system that could be inserted and hidden into normal sport gear that would control the body of the wearer. Using that he took control of a few promising youngster that were now preeminent athlete in their fields, two professional football player, 1 basketball player, a few hockey player including two goalie) and a few miscellaneous athletes.
They often come back to him for special training, and they always enjoy their stays. Part of their salary was given to him in gratitude and that helped the coach have a really comfortable living, and more importantly he could continue to perfect his work. Mike would be a wonderful test subject for his new prototype who could turn anyone into a muscled controlled perfect dedicated athlete
He arrived at the gate of his estate, A big mansion sporting 10 locker room an ice rink, two gymnasium, an Olympic pool and a complete football field. The gate opened itself at the touch of a button he was the only one allowed to get out except for the servant, but they too where heavily under his control... This was an household of conditioned obedient slaves.
As soon as he stopped the car. A slender boy dressed in complete hockey gear of royal blue and golden yellow came out the main door. Took two step toward him and kneeled in front of him.
“ I am pleased by your presence Sir, How may I be of service “, he said
“ Mark, we have a new slave that will join us permanently, Take him to the processing room and put it in the care of Marty I want him to complete his training, After that you will join me in locker room B to give me my massage.
“ Yes Sir ! “, the hockey slave replied
While the coach directed himself to the locker room B, Mark after signaling two other guys to help him one in football gear and another in boxing gear, carried The now sleeping Mike in the care of Marty, which was the first slave on the estate, dressed in military camouflage uniform he was the one in charge when Master was outside. The hockey slave turned to the one in football gear. " I guess you’ll have a new friend to play with “, The football slave replied “I hope he will be better than the last one...". They took Mike to Marty and relayed the Master’s order.
After a while Mike was strapped in the conditioning room still locked in his gear...
While Mike was still sleeping... the Hockey Slave proceeded to locker room B
As soon as he entered, He saw Master clad in his black jockstrap laying down on the massage table. The slave approached the table put a bit of massage oil on his hockey glove and started to massage his master.
Has he was doing it he became more and more horny. When the massage was complete Master turn to him and say " Stop now bow, kneel in front of me and start sucking me “.
Mark Complied still dressed in the complete gear of the hockey player. Sucking his master dick through the face mask of his helmet. After a while the master dick became harder and harder and was soon gushing white cum through the slave eager mouth... " Drink every drop of it, boy ”
After his orgasm subsided, the coach had still his cock in his slave mouth, not having told him to remove himself " Good Boy " The slave moaned as a wave of pleasure rocked him. " You did really good, now do not move anything except your hand and while keeping my dick in your mouth I want you to masturbate yourself and cum.
The slave complied without moving anything but his hockey gloved hand on his crotch, he rubbed faster and faster and was soon on the verge of orgasm, as soon as his hockey boy came the master started pissing in his throat thus increasing the pleasure felt by this particular slave. A lot of his slave had particularity... This boy is craving his master piss...
“ Good Boy, Now clean yourself and resume your duties... How long have you had that set of gear on? " Master asked
“ 4 days sir.! " Mark exclaimed with pride
“ Good, you will go wash yourself completely and you will go to bed only wearing a set of clean Hockey underwear and socks. You will instruct your second slave to change into your wet slimy gear and to pass his into the hockey slave in training. And you’ll start a cycle of 5 days tomorrow with clean new gear”
“ Yes Sir , Thank you sir!", Mark replied
“ Good, now go “, the Hockey slave exited rapidly... Leaving the master about to do his ritual for the night, he needed his rest, because tomorrow his latest toy final conditioning would be complete...
Mike awoke, the room was dark, the only light was a spot directed at his dark visor, he could barely see beyond it. The only thing he could clearly see was the spirals spinning in front of his eyes, after a while, he heard and felt the voice of the master.
“You’re awake boy, that’s good. I want you to gaze deeply in the spirals you see in front of your eyes.”
Mike was still disoriented but he couldn’t disobey, the voice in his subconscious wanted him to obey, he started to focus on those spirals, they were becoming his world.
“Good Boy.", with those words pleasure filled his body. It was so good to please the master, the Coach.
The voice continued to program Mike into further obedience.
Marty was watching the progress of the coach’s new toy. Lean, a bit underweight but showing a nice body, of course all that body hair, will have to go. The only slaves with body hair, were the highest ranking in the social pyramid of the Domain.
Beside the Master, he was the one in charge, he was overseeing the training of all the servants and the secondary slaves. In total the household counted multiple complete teams of slaves, 2 ice hockey teams, 1 football team, a few wrestlers, a few gymnasts, two speed skaters, and a few various other slaves. But he knew that the new addition to Coach John’s stable was something of another nature. Using state of the art sonic device and a few psychological ingram (or whatever coach called them), a normal person could be turned into a perfect athlete completely under the control of his Master/Coach. Coach has already a few buyers who were willing to pay big money to have perfect athlete slaves, and this new one Mike, would replace the last “slave” that had recently made his big start in a preeminent NFL team. He was already breaking records, and the Press was still wandering where he spent his college year. As far as Marty was concerned they could wonder. He turned to the progress of the slave.
He was now engrossed in a series of exercises the computer was programming him to do sit ups. He was now doing series of 20 with a pause of 3 min. in between. The sweat was starting to pour from the side of his helmet, his jersey was darkening as was his crotch and arm pits. His gloves were wet. Looking at that Marty’s cock was starting to get hard, he knew that soon the program will include sexual suggestion. He could remember having been forcefully put in the clothes he has on, drugged and conditioned. Now he was owning only military camouflage garb, nothing felt good beside those BDU’s and a smile of the coach was all that he needed for him to be on his knee and worshipping his cock, boots or whatever else he desired.
As if the thought summoned him, Coach appeared in the door, all dressed in latex. His frame wasn’t muscular, nor athletic, almost painfully ordinary, but HE was THE Master. Authority was pouring from him, his presence was enough. A word from him could induce pain or pleasure or send you to orgasmic bliss. He was the only one who could release a slave and permit him to have release.
“Slave Marty, Attention”
As soon as his name was uttered, he was already standing in the rigid stance of the soldier his cock hardening through the material of his uniform.
“SIR, YES SIR!”
“Good Boy!", He paused, “How’s the new slave doing?”
“Sir! He has entered Phase II of normal training he is at 20/3 sit-ups, Sir!”
“Good, that mean that we have at least two hours before we can have direct contact with him. How long has it been since I last played with you?”
“Sir, two months Sir! Too long if I may add sir!”
“I guess you are right.", At those words Master could clearly see the bulge of his head slave hardening under the prospect of being played with. Although he had now over 40 slave counting the servants, Marty had always been special.
“Follow me boy.", and with those words he escorted Marty in the dungeon that was near the conditioning room.
Coach had trouble hiding his smile, as it was the case with all his slaves. Each of them was totally conditioned in one form of edge play or another, some got off on sweat, other on feet, there was a few special ones that could not even function outside of confinement in gear or bondage devices. Those where so easy to punish, just removing their bonds was torture enough. They were usually the decoration in his dungeon. The complex sported 4 of them.
Marty was totally hooked on bondage, his eager mouth was always craving the tools of the master. And it HAS been a while seen he had received a good blow from him.
Upon entering the dungeon, Marty got the various gear out that would be needed. He neatly placed on the shelve four wide slotted restraints with hooks & padlocks, an open mouth gag and a half latex Hood with an heavy blind fold. Just the manipulation of the toys was enough to make the soldier slave shivering with anticipation and pleasure.
“Take your position and your place, boy.”
Marty got his cock outside of his pants and stood in front of his “superior officer” at complete attention, his 7 inch rod waiting for the master’s pleasure. The master took a cock ring from a nearby wall, and placed it on his slave (one couldn’t let a good hard-on be wasted). after that he placed the restraints on the ankles and wrists of the slave. He padlocked each of them in turn, and each click of the little brass buckles seemed to send shiver of pleasure down the soldier spine.
The master took time to stroke the dick of his slave making sure he was rigid enough for what would happened next.
For at least 20 minutes he slowly teased him letting him get hard and soft then hard again, finally he was ready for more.
“Now boy on the sling. Position 2.”
Marty lied down on the sling on his belly his cock through an hole. The sling covered only his chest and groin area. As soon as the slave finish placing himself, the master placed the open mouth gag on him, locked it in place and tied the slave in a tight hog tie position. The slave knew what was coming. The master was about to fuck his mouth over an over again. He was already lost in his horniness his thought completely turned to his need to worship the master’s penis.
The hood went on. And the master went in the cupboard to go get something else, after a few second Slave Marty felt something like a collar being fastened to his neck, followed by his master cock in his mouth. He realized what master did. He had locked him on his cock, he was LOCKED to HIS Master’s COCK.
Coach started to swing the sling a little bit as the slave started sucking. He needed no command at his point and slave would know that if master were to come before HE was ordered. He would be in trouble.
With the sucking of his soldier slave his tool became harder and harder, the master swing went stronger and stronger. And in a few second. The master’s tool, as increased in size tremendously, threatening to gag him and cut his respiration.
“Good Boy, faster, the master panted. The slave complied, his stiff member already rock hard in the hole in the sling. The slave was now completely wild with pleasure. So close to orgasm it almost hurt.
“I will count from 10 to 1. When I reach 1 you will cum, and make sure that I cum too.”
“10.", the slave’s rhythm increased.
“9.", they were both moving faster and faster.
“8.", sweat was dripping from the slave’s foreskin.
“7.", the manly aroma stronger and stronger with each breath.
“6.", both of their cock harder and harder.
“5.", the purple head of their tool so large.
“4.", wilder and wilder.
“3.", too close, so close,
“2.", a fraction of a second, and relief would finally cum!
“Good continue boy, we will wait a little just on the verge.", the master teased.
5 minutes passed, the master remained silent, the slave was getting tired.
10 minute more. They were both on the edge, still more edging then master opened his mouth and whispered, “1”.
The scream of the slave, although muffled, matched the one of the master. Cum poured from the master to the slave who eagerly lick it clean, while the one coming from the slave was an uninterrupted line of cum going from his dick to a small puddle of white on the floor. The slave collapsed exhausted but still locked to his master.
He unlocked his slave from his dick, and dressed himself.
“Really good, you just earned yourself 5 hour of bondage boy!", just those words from the master where enough to make the slave hard again.
The master was refreshed and ready for his football slave. One last formality and he would be his forever.
The master left his soldier hunk, safely and tightly bound in the dungeon and returned to the training room. Football slave would soon be ready and just the thought of that made him hard again.
As he entered the processing room, the slave had collapsed from the enforced exercises. Sweat literally dripping from his neck, helmet, and the wet spot on his crotch was a sign that he had not only done the exercises but that he enjoyed the programming as well. The aromas coming from him was so good.
He called 3 other slaves, they were fully dressed in sweat-stained uniforms, and asked them to undress football slave. Coach enjoyed the longing he saw in all of their eyes as they handled the soiled gear. “If you behave boys, I’ll permit you to wear this gear but after he’s one of you. That would be on top of the usual reward.”
The slaves knew what was next, this next recruit was to go through the gauntlet, and the slave that would convert him would get him as his personal slave for a week. Then he would be raised in the Hierarchy of the team, the football team that is. Because no slave of a given sport was ever in contact with slaves from another sport except while serving around the house.
Mike was undressed, and place in the next room, a locker room where he was shaved from neck to toes, his hair cropped in an military crew cut. And then cleaned thoroughly.
After the slaves finished their work they placed him on a bench. They cleaned the room, and then the Master bound the hands and the feet of the new slave.
The he awakened the slave, gently, “Wake up boy.” Mike opened his eyes and look adoringly at his Master.
“What can I do for you Sir?", he asked adoringly. Then he realized than he wasn’t dressed in gear. His face started to show a rift of pain, “What have I done to displease you Sir?”
“Slave, no pain. Programming paused, no memory.”
The slave blinked twice and then his “normal” look came back to his eyes.
“Coach?? What am I doing here? And why am I naked, and tied on the bench? What have you done to me?”
“You are here, Mike, because I have selected you to become my new football slave.”
“Slave, what do you mean slave? There’s no way I will submit to you?", he said defiantly. “I’ll get you arrested!”
The Master just grinned and thought to himself “but you already have my sweet boy. It is only a matter of time before you realize it and I think you’ll never get out of here”.
“Well see about that. I could see you were heavily turned on by football players and by football gear. And since I like my slave to join voluntarily...”
He paused thinking to himself, “After I had programmed them completely of course
! Here’s what will do? I make a little bet with you.”
“Like what?", Mike inquired.
“Really simple. Outside here there’s a gym, if you manage to get to the other side without engaging in any kind of sexual act, or dressing yourself in anyway, your clothing will be waiting in the lobby of my house and I will even, if you want, pay for a cab ride to your apartment. If that happens, the only thing you will have to swear is that you’ll never talk about this to anyone. If you lose you’ll join my stable willingly and never disobey me from that point forward.", the Master said.
“And what if I refuse?", Mike inquired.
“Well that would mean that I’ll have to use other means to persuade you, that would not be nice. But you don’t want that do you?", he said a bit menacingly.
Mike cowered a little, more than a little scared by the authority and the tone of the coach, “Ok! I’ll do it.”
The Coach looked at him and unbound his hands. “Either way I’ll be waiting for you on the other side.”
The coach left, and locked the door behind him, too fast for Mike to add anything. The only way out was the door of the gym.
“Well I guessed I have no choice.", He untied his feet, stood up stark naked, walking toward the door and opening it.
On the other side nothing would have prepared him for what he saw. There were about 30 guys in various states of dress, some fully geared with mouth pieces on, rubbing on each other, some bound to machines wearing shoulder pads only or pants, some sparkling clean, some obviously muddy, or stained with sweat. All of them wearing some kind of football gear.
The scene overwhelmed Mike who got hard instantly? Gear was scattered around, jock strap, helmet, girdle, tights, jerseys, even socks. Piles of them lying around, some evidently stained with cum.
And finally forming a corridor 12 football studs, 6 on each side, in various bondage positions their dicks and asses ready for any action. One with a open mouth gag, another hog-tied. And what was more hellish he’d have to almost touch them to reach the door.
As he entered, some of the players started to rub themselves faster, some to suck one another. Scenes of sex starting all over the place. Mike was mesmerized and more than a little turn on by the scene. He was getting harder and harder, almost unable to move, only the will of leaving this place, which was lessening quickly made him move toward the “corridor”. As soon as he entered the gym proper, the door slammed behind him and he heard it lock, HE WAS TRAPPED!
And the men around him, started to taunt him.
“Come Mike...”
“Stay!”
“Enjoy yourself!”
“Dress up, and join us..you know you want to..”
He stopped and look at all of them, most of them were muscular, and brawny. Some had their bodies oiled and shiny, or glistened with sweat. He walked another step towards the door and his naked feet touched a sock. He jerked as if shocked, it felt soooo goood. He wanted to put it on, badly. The men around him started to tease him more.
“Yes!. That’s it! .Submit!!”
A few others approached him, one had a pair of lycra tights, another shoulder pads. They started to offer them to him. He wanted to resist so much but his hand reached for the tights, they felt so good on his fingers.
“Dress brother !.Join us !!.Stay with us! Play with us!", he heard over and over as the ones having sex were frantic now. Then one screamed in orgasm that was too much for Mike. He quickly put on the tights, they felt so good. He needed more. He had to be dressed for his horniness was spiking. As soon as he started to dress, a few started to help him and rub his body, he licked their hands, overwhelmed with passion. As soon as he was dressed, the other slaves, as they fondled him, directed him to the human corridor where he started sucking, grasping, rubbing, fucking. He was a beast, craving sex and lusting for hunks in gear.
Just as he was about to reach orgasm, the door opened and coach entered through the door that was supposed to be his salvation, dressed in a clean Coaches uniform, obviously freshly shaved, with a big smile.
“Slaves Stop!", everyone froze in place (as much as they could). The Master approached, put a gentle but firm hand on Mike’s shoulder and gently made him kneel in front of Him “Slave Mike Programming is complete. Now attend me!", with that Mike, now football Slave and Player #29, programming took full effect, he started to worship his only Coach and Master. Grateful for the day he joined him. As he heard his team mates resuming again he knew that he would fit here and never want to leave.
The feeling of being part of the TEAM. His eyes went to Coach’s eyes, the only thing that could be read in them was THANK YOU Sir.