[Fiction] Adam and the Soccer Pitch

[JacobsField]

I was asked to write a story of 3,000+ words about hazing a teammate or frat brother for the Write For Me Fraternity.

Here's the story! Let me know what you think.

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Hazing Story
Adam and the Soccer Pitch: Part 1

With a bit of apprehension, Adam walked around the corner into locker room 2. Earlier that week, he had purchased his first jock strap and set of Under Armour, the kind that’s supposed to keep you cool when you’re sweating up a storm. He kept telling himself that he wasn’t nervous and he was excited, but it wasn’t exactly working. He could feel that telling bead of sweat drip from his underarm down the side of his chest.

Adam was 5 foot 10 inches and didn’t really stand out much from a crowd. He had medium-length dark brown hair that he sometimes pushed up in the front making him seem like he has a pretty big forehead. Sometimes he just lets his hair hang down in front of his face and it stretches down halfway between his hair line and his eyebrows. He has a dark complexion that must stem from his Italian heritage. Overall, he’s just a normal, run-of-the-mill sophomore in college.

Why was he afraid? He had played soccer all his life even though he had never been on a real team. His friends had finally convinced him to come join the Slickville University Soldiers on the field. They teased him saying, “Don’t worry. The hazing won’t be THAT bad.” Adam kind of shrugged it off, but it did make him a little nervous. His friends didn’t realize, but that’s the one reason he didn’t pledge a fraternity his freshman year at SlickU. He was scared of the hazing. He had heard some bad things in the past from people who had pledged frats. Some of those things included swallowing live goldfish, pouring buckets of fish guts over pledges heads each day for two weeks and not allowing them to shower, making them recite the ABCs backwards but for each time they missed a letter, they’d have to run outside the frat house in just a jock strap and complete 5 snow angels before coming in to try it again. One of the worst stories he had heard was ‘The Eliminator.’

‘The Eliminator’ was a week-long pledge … debacle. It consisted of waking up every hour during the night and swapping underwear with another pledge. Since they were all sleeping in a line on the floor, each pledge would just strip and pass their underwear to the person on their left. The person on the far left had to get up, strut… or more likely cowardly walk… across the room, put the underwear on the naked pledge, then sink in next to him on his right. In addition to that, pledges had to run two miles, finish fifty pushups, one hundred sit-ups, and fifty burpees each day.

Some pledges hadn’t heard of burpees before that week, but they quickly learned that a burpee starts with a pushup but transitions the trainee to their feet, having him jump in the air. The whole process is then repeated.

Not only did you have to trade underwear ‘down the line,’ but you also had to deal with the ripeness of pledges who weren’t allowed to shower and who had been doing an insane amount of exercises throughout the week. Some of these pledges were also on the football team. Adam couldn’t imagine going through that hell. It scared him to death. Well, it scared him enough that he didn’t join any teams throughout high school or his first year of college.

Adam now stood at the doorway to locker room 2. Still sweating, he mustered up the courage to walk in and face one of his greatest fears.

Once inside, he saw about seven other guys sitting around. He managed to find one of his best friends right away. Was it odd that he was going to see him naked while he changed in the room, he thought to himself. Though they had had many sleepovers in the past, they had never seen each other naked. It wasn’t that big of a deal, he convinced himself and then started to get changed into his soccer kit.

First, he pulled off the red and blue athletic shorts he had worn to the pitch. Next came his boxer briefs. They were blue, almost as if he wanted them to match for some reason. He hadn’t planned well, though. He pulled his brand new athletic supporter out of his duffel but it was still in the packaging… you know the packaging… the one that you need a knife to open. In a rush, Adam pulled his shorts back on, not thinking about leaving his underwear behind on the bench in the locker room.

Adam rushed to his car where he had a pocket knife. He pulled it out and cut open the packaging before heading back into the locker room. He was thinking to himself that this wasn’t going to be too bad. He set his jock down next to his friend and proceeded to undress again. He pulled his newly-opened pair of compression shorts with a pocket for a cup up to his waist. They were a bit loose, but seemed to fit okay. He didn’t have much of a choice at the store, but he must have overestimated his size because it was a bit loose.

Off came the shirt and his friend realized that he needed a practice jersey. Luckily, he had one in his bag. His best friend, Mack, was a guy’s guy. He played just about every sport he could throughout high school. Mack’s favorite was soccer and he not only played for the university team, but also for two other adult teams throughout the week. Normally he was on the field four or five days a week. While it was lucky that Mack had an extra practice jersey, it was unlucky that it had rained all last week and it was still muddy and a bit wet. Adam didn’t have a choice, though. He put it on, reluctantly.

Adam finished getting ready by pulling up his red socks to match the red and white shirt that Mack had lent him. After lacing up his shoes, he was ready to go. What Adam didn’t realize was his boxer briefs were no longer on the bench where he left them when he went out to open the packaging. Where did they go?

He had yet to meet the coach, but Adam made his way onto the field. He had played soccer before, but never in a team environment. He had only ever ‘played’ and had never really been instructed or had to follow directions. When he got to the field, the coach called him over to have a quick chat with him. He was instructed that he would be a striker for practice today and was told to take his position on the field with the others.

There were stretches and warmups to do before getting fully involved in practice and they were led by Cody. Cody was the captain of the team. He stood tall at six-foot-two. You could tell Cody worked out a lot. He had an authority about him as well that made Adam a little uneasy, almost nervous for some reason. Cody called out numbers while everyone stretched. “One, two, three, four,” Adam heard while he was sitting on the soft ground with his legs stretched out in front of him and his arms reaching for his toes. “Five, six, seven,” Cody continued. All of the sudden, Adam felt a tug from the backside of his underwear.

It wasn’t just a small tug, either. It was one of those “I’m going to lift you off the ground by pulling you up by your waistband” tugs. A junior stood behind him with a huge grin on his face. Mike Ondally, or Miko as the team called him, was the team prankster. He wasn’t very big, but Adam could already tell that he packed a punch. Miko blurted out “Welcome to the team, newbie. I hope you brought another pair of underwear.” and he ran back to his position on the field to continue stretching.

Adam wasn’t sure what he meant, but he continued stretching with that thought in the back of his head. The stretching and warmups were finally over and it was time to start practice. Most of practice went well and Adam seemed to get along with most of his teammates. He met about a dozen guys throughout the course of practice and they all seemed like they would be great teammates. At this point, Adam is pretty pumped. He’s fitting in and the team seems to be accepting him. He even got to show off a little during practice by scoring a few goals against the team’s top goaltender.

Practice was coming to an end and there were only a few guys left on the field. Adam had decided to stay because Mack was still out there. A few other teammates were out there along with Miko and Cody. They were working on corner kicks. Adam figured that he should stay since he was new to the team and all.

The field was chewed up quite a bit from all the rain they had over the past week and the rigorous practice that had just taken place, but nobody was terribly muddy. There was a little mud splattered here and there, but nothing that wouldn’t come out with a quick toss of the laundry into the machine.

Adam was standing next to Mack when Cody and Miko came over. Cody asked Adam if he wanted to play a game. Knowing that he really shouldn’t turn down the captain of the team, he agreed thinking it was just a simple two-on-two scrimmage like he had seen before. Winner would be the first team to hit the frame of the goal three times. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Just as Adam agreed to the ‘game,’ a few more teammates came out from the locker room. The coach had been long gone at this time and it was starting to get dark. Really, it was what directors call the ‘golden hour’ of the day. It’s that time when everything seems to have a golden glow to it. With the sun hitting him in the eyes as he looked toward the locker room, Adam couldn’t see that the guys coming out from inside were carrying his clothes… all except for his underwear.

Adam’s teammates made their way back out to the field and Adam soon realized what they were carrying. He cried out “hey, those are my –.” Before he could finish his sentence, Miko ran up and grabbed him and tied his sock around his mouth like a gag. Miko wasn’t known for being the cleanest guy on the team. He never washed his clothes and he considered those his ‘lucky socks.’ Needless to say, they didn’t have the greatest aroma.

Looking directly at Adam, Cody started to speak. In an almost drill sergeant-like proclamation, Cody exclaimed “In order to be welcomed to the Slickville Soldiers, you must first become a soldier. You are a maggot and a nothing until you earn the right to be part of this platoon. Your teammates are your superior officers. You will address them with a ‘sir, yes sir’ and salute them until you have earned your place on this squad. You will do what they ask without question. Any talking back will be met with severe punishment.” He raised his voice even more for this last part. “Do you understand, soldier?”

Adam didn’t know what to say. He stood there for a moment before saying “yeah, I guess.” That was all Cody needed. He got in Adam’s face and repeated his proclamation, word-for-word, emphasizing even more the ‘sir, yes sir’ part along with the part about ‘severe punishment.’ He then told Adam to get to the ground and give him ten pushups. He added “and make sure your nose touches the mud every single time, you worthless plebe.” For extra emphasis, Cody made sure to tell Adam that this wasn’t the severe punishment he’d been talking about.

With mud dripping down his face from his nose, Adam got up from the muddy ground. It was then he was told by Miko to strip down to just his newly-opened, fresh-from-the-package jock strap. They were really compression shorts with a cup, but nobody cared. Adam, seeming to learn his lesson, exclaimed “sir, yes sir” and stripped off his shirt. He then, reluctantly, pulled off his shoes, socks, and shorts. Miko told him to put his shoes back on and to lay on the ground on his stomach.

“You were in the locker room with us, boy. You saw that all of our jock straps are no longer white. You need to fit in a little more on this team. Here’s how you’re going to do that. I’m going to place 5 of these balls of mud on the five pylons out there.” Miko pointed downfield where the cones were still set up from practice. “I want you to army crawl to each one, soldier. You’ll pick up the ball of mud and put it down your jock.” Adam, reluctant, answered his now routine “sir, yes sir” and started crawling. Adam was about 20 feet away when Miko yelled, “Oh, and I’m timing you. You’d better finish in less than two minutes or you’ll regret it.”

Adam, in just shoes and his jock strap, crawled all over the field picking up balls of mud and putting them in his underwear. He was just about to grab the last ball when he heard a whistle from down the field. “Time’s up, soldier,” Miko said. Adam could see that he was holding something up, but he didn’t know what it was.

Adam, still with balls of mud down his shorts, stood up and walked back to his teammates standing at the other end of the field. As he got closer, he could see that Miko was holding up his underwear. He had wondered where they had gone. As he got even closer, something didn’t look right. The underwear looked stiff as they were being held up. Miko pulled his sock from out of Adam’s mouth.

Still holding the underwear, Miko offered a very muddy Adam a wager. “If you can do 50 situps in a minute, I’ll let you put these back on in the locker room.” Adam, thinking that this was his chance to get his underwear back, accepted the offer with a “sir, yes sir” and started pounding out the situps. During each situp, the mud balls that Adam had collected squished inside his not-so-new-anymore white, or brown, jock.

Thinking he had won, Adam counted “48, 49, 50.” He got up off the ground and asked for his underwear back with a “ha, I won. Give me those.” That was the worst thing he could have said as Cody, who was still standing there watching the events unfold, asked a simple question to Adam. “Is that any way to talk to a superior officer?”

Adam’s heart dropped.

He had realized that there would be consequences and he had a feeling he was about to know them.

“Into the locker room… NOW!” Adam heard Cody yell in his ear. The entire team proceeded into the room. It was getting a bit too dark outside to see, anyway. Inside the locker room, Adam stood shaking, wondering what was going to happen.

“Take off your shoe, soldier,” Cody demanded. Adam quickly did as he was told. It was wet and covered in mud. “Now the other one, you worthless piece of garbage.” The other one was quickly removed. Adam used these shoes for soccer for the past three years. He loved the way they fit so he never bought new ones. Though he wouldn’t admit it, Adam knew that his shoes smelled like a pile of baby diapers locked in a gym locker room for a week.

Cody instructed Adam to tie one shoe around his head with his nose inside the shoe. The other one should be filled with water from the fountain on the wall. Adam did as instructed and awaited further orders. “Now, you’re going to do something we call ‘Shoot the Boot,’ boy,” Cody exclaimed with a serious smile on his face. “You’re going to drink that. Once you do, you’ll get your underwear back and will have one final task before we consider you part of this team.”

Adam, almost relieved but disgusted at the same time, poured the shoe of murky water down his throat, trying not to taste it going down. He managed to get the entire boot with only one urge to gag during the ordeal.

It was finally time for the final challenge. Adam could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

“Sir, yes sir. What is my final challenge, sir?” Adam shouted, as if he finally understood the game.

Cody explained “This is a rite of passage to become a Slickville Soldier and now you must undergo this process as well. Are you ready?”

“Sir, yes sir.”

“Alright, you will take you underwear that we have sprayed with water, lined with IcyHot in all the right places, then placed in the freezer during practice and put them on. You’ll then tie one of your shoes to your balls and get into the shower. We’ll turn the cold water on and watch you squirm while the shoe fills up. Each time it fills up, you can move from the shower and dump it into this bucket. When the bucket is full, you are finished. Oh, and all the while we are going to be covering you in anything we can find.”

Adam didn’t have a choice but to say “sir, yes sir” as he took the underwear, confidently stripped in the locker room, put them on, and walked into the shower. He tied his shoe to his balls, letting it hang there as he turned on the cold water. The challenge had started.

The bucket was about halfway full and Adam was covered in just about anything the team could get their hands on. There was ketchup, mustard, and relish in the refrigerator from the barbecue the team had weeks ago. There was also syrup and flour from the pancake fundraiser earlier in the season. One of the guys had baby powder. He doesn’t have any baby powder anymore. Some of the guys went outside with another bucket and scooped up a bucketful of mud. The shower, though doing its best to clean the soon-to-be-Soldier, wasn’t working hard enough. Adam was covered and gross. His balls were sore, but he soldiered on.

It took a good ten minutes before the bucket to Adam’s right began to overflow. He had finished. He was relieved. “Welcome to the Slickville Soldiers, Adam. Glad to have you on the team.” Adam grinned, knowing he was, indeed, now part of the team. He would get to do this to unknowing new teammates next year. He felt great.

Still in the shower, he turned the water up to three quarters of the way between cold and hot and washed himself off. He strutted across the locker room to his duffel, not even caring that he was completely naked at this point. He had taken off the IcyHot underwear that his teammates lovingly prepared for him. He realized that his clothes weren’t there.

“You didn’t think this was over, did you?” Miko yelled from across the room. “I’ve got all season to screw with you, rookie! You have a choice… wear your muddy, sweaty soccer kit home or the IcyHot underwear. Your choice.”

Adam smiled and realized that this was going to be a long season. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was loving every minute of it.

[SlaveBoy31]

Nice story man I like it you should definitely continue it.

[JacobsField]

So I don't have a lot of time, but should I keep writing this? Or spin it off? Or something else?

[MALEficent]

Keep writing that's an awesome story

[JacobsField]

Thanks MALEficent! I will likely do something. Just need to find the time.

[glue]

OMG this was awesome!!!!! Please please continue!

9/10!!