It was January 2nd, the first day of a new year for the Governments Man Camps, and a new intake of boys who had reached their sixteenth birthday during the previous year were entering the Man Camp system. The Central England Man Camp was the country's largest and most prestigious camp having been purpose built at the turn of twenty first century.
Two thousand six hundred and twelve sixteen year old boys were joining Central England Camp today. The boys assembled in the enormous arena gymnasium on the second floor of the gymnasium block. Over a loud speaker the Principal bellowed instructions for the nervous boys to follow. They were separated into alphabetical groups to undergo a thorough physical and interview with nurses and lecturers. The boys in their groups stripped naked and under went their physical, many of them were embarrassed but the staff had seen it all. "Get an erection, I need an accurate measurement a male nurse ordered Jonathan Smith, a well built dark haired boy with a well developed growth of hair stretching from his _c_o_c_k_ to his navel. "Don't be shy, wank yourself hard before I do it for you, I don't have time to waste boy" the nurse commanded. Jon duly rubbed his dick and produced a fairly stiff _c_o_c_k_, not his best effort he thought to himself, but the sight of other boys peeing into bottles and having the under arm hair examined did nothing to make him any harder. "Seven and a half inches" the nurse noted on Jon's file, "now wank, I want a cum sample" Jon was given a small cup and sent to a corner of the gym where a group of boys none of whom knew each other were having a circle jerk to produce a sample of cum for their respective nurses.
Height, weight, muscle measurements and naked photographs were all entered onto the boys files by a team of unimpressed nurses. During a further interview with a camp lecturer Jonathan was told he was to join Red House and that his house master was Coach Charles Grove. Still stripped the boys filed into the lecture theatre to hear further rules and regulations from the principal. The bulk of the principal's message took the form a film, projected onto the screen on the lecture hall stage. The film gave a brief guided tour of the complex, highlighting the main buildings. It continued to explain a typical sixteen year olds day. '6am reveille, men and boys rise, and dress in white sports shorts, white socks and football boots, (training shoes in Summer) for a morning run of approximately six miles, after which you will return to your house to make your bed, shower and shave and dress in full uniform. Dormitories must be kept clean and tidy at all times. At 7.30am all men and boys report for breakfast and all meals in the mess halls. Lectures and Sports begin at 8am, 10.15am, 1.30pm and 3.45pm each last two hours, lunch begins at 12.15pm sharp and dinner at 6pm, dress uniform must be worn at all meal times and at all classroom lectures. Appropriate kit must be worn for all sports training sessions; gymnasium sports require training shoes and house colour shorts and socks, outdoor sports require a rugby jersey to worn also. Swimming, Practical _s_e_x_ Education lecturers and all punishments must be undertaken nude. Penalties will be paid for improper uniform or kit. Extra curricular activities take place between 7.30pm and 9.00pm. All men and boys are to be in bed by 9.30pm. No clothing is permitted in bed, lights out at 9.30pm, absolute silence from 10pm. If you have any further questions consult your house master, house prefect or house captain.' The film continued to explain discipline procedures. 'Every man and boy is to carry a discipline book, where each discipline and punishment received is to be recorded. Punishments can be carried out by any prefect, house captain or member of staff on the spot these may be physical punishments such as the cane or a hand spanking or a discipline such as completing an essay or carry out some physical exercise. More serious crimes such as theft, absence or fighting will be dealt with by the camps own judicial system. The camp has its own court that meets daily and summarily administers a range of punishments from caning or body shaving to imprisonment. These punishments are carried out at the discipline block, located in the centre square.' The film ended and the lights came up, the boys began chattering, amazed at what they had seen and still very nervous about what was still to happen to them. As they filed through the quartermasters store their arms were loaded with uniforms and kits suitable to the measurements that had been taken a little earlier, Jonathan was able to identify other boys who were being presented with red house kits. The boys were then taken to their houses by members of the faculty. As Jonathan and the other nine naked Red House boys entered the dormitory the older boys were dressing into their uniforms, they were all very quiet and all seemed to have a glowing red bottom, similar to those they had witnessed on the film of a boy receiving a caning. The older boys showed them to their beds and where they could unpack their kit. In a room at the end of the dormitory Jonathan could hear the swish of a cane, and a gentle whimper from the man on the receiving end.
This was real. Jonathan was really at Man Camp, all of the rumours about discipline and tough regimes were now reality for the next six years at least.
Once fully dressed the men and boys filed out to the mess halls for lunch, after which they segregated once again into their age groups, each group meeting in one of the enormous gymnasiums. Jonathan's timetable for Monday was Mathematics, then Weight Lifting, after lunch Boxing followed by Sogg Ball. The boys were to find their own way to their first lesson, members of staff were at hand to offer guidance and no one was too strict on punctuality for this first lesson after lunch. Jonathan found his way to what was called, the martial arts, wrestling, boxing and weight lifting centre, only to be turned away, with thirty nine other boys who had made the same mistake by appearing in improper kit. All of the boys had assumed their was a changing room inside the Centre, in fact, they had to change in their own dormitory and walk to the centre ready dressed. Jonathan consulted the dress code chart on the dormitory wall, all ten of the new intakes in Red House had boxing that afternoon, the boys dressed in the correct house coloured shorts and socks and training shoes and returned to the Centre. The twelve boxing rings were occupied by year sixteens from four houses forty boys wearing blue, green, black or red shorts eagerly awaited their first taste of boxing. "Silence, Coach Radcliffe bellowed" before giving a shrill blast on his whistle, "drop and give me fifty", each boy duly fell to his knees and attempted fifty press ups. The coach took no notice of the sloppy attempt to do press ups by these boys, there was plenty of time to get them into shape. "Now" Coach Radcliffe continued, after another blow on his whistle, "remove your shorts and lets see what's underneath", the boys had already learned precisely to follow an order, no matter how strange, and the forty boys duly peeled off their shorts revealing pure white, new boxer shorts. "Name ?", Coach Radcliffe pointed at Jonathan, "Jonathan Smith" Jon replied, "Again" "Jonathan Smith, Sir" "You will address me as Sir, Coach or Coach Radcliffe at all times, is that understood?" "Yes Sir !" the boys chorused "Smith, what is the required dress code for boxing training ?" "House shorts and socks, Coach" Jon replied. "Why then are you wearing under wear, Smith ? Every boy was in fact wearing under wear. "Remove your under pants immediately !" Jonathan slipped his boxers down to his feet and stepped out of them. "All of you !", the other boys did like wise. "Now return your improper kit to your dormitory locker" All of the boys bent to pick up their underpants, Jonathan and two other boys slipped their shorts back on. "Did I instruct you to get dressed boys ?" Coach radcliffe yelled. "No Sir" the boys replied in unison and removed their shorts again. All of the naked boys ran out of the Centre, carrying their boxer shorts in their hand to return them to their dormitory lockers. Red House was the furthest away and the Red House boys were the last to return, when they did so they walked in on ten naked Blue House boys bent forwards, grasping their ankles and ready to receive six strokes from Coach Radcliffe's class room cane. "You boy" Radcliffe said as he approached the third Blue House boy "decided to disobey me and get dressed instead of returning to your house, you will receive four extra strokes for your lack of respect for my authority." Jonathan's heart sank, this was one of the boys who had put his shorts on instead of returning to the dorm naked, Jonathan had done the same and could expect to receive ten strokes from the cane himself. The Red House boys were the last to be caned and rightly enough Coach Radcliffe had recognised Jonathan was to receive an extra four strokes. Coach Radcliffe insisted each boy counted out each stroke; One Sir, Two Sir, etc. Jonathan counted out each of his blistering wallops, the shudder of pain that burned his bottom fractured his voice and he stammered the counts. "E-E-EEight, Sir." Whack. "Nine, SSSir." Whack. "T-T-T-Ten, --- SSSir." All of the boys had learned a vital lesson that afternoon, to follow instructions precisely and accurately, no more, no less. The boys slid their shorts back on over their tender bottoms to begin their boxing training. "Physical strength and coordination needs to be developed first, before you can beat the _s_h_i_t_ out of each other" Coach Radcliffe continued, forty sixteen year old boys would willingly beat the _s_h_i_t_ out of Coach Radcliffe right now and that amount of aggression and level of pumping testerone was exactly what Radcliffe wanted.
Jonathan made small talk with several boys in the shower room after boxing, as well as the forty boys who had been in Coach Radcliffe's boxing class, the shower room was filling up with men and boys from every house, who had been taking part in gymnasium classes and sports field training at the same time, almost five hundred men and boys were showering in this room, before dressing for their next event.
Sogg Ball was a new sport to Jonathan, infact it was quite a newly invented sport, only played, at present, in Man Camps. The sport takes place on an outdoor sports field, there are ten players on each team, and they play with a rugby ball. The rules of the game are simple, run with the ball as fast as you can and score a goal by throwing the ball through a basket ball hoop at your opponents end of the pitch. Rugby tackle your opponents to seize the ball. You can only tackle a player with the ball. You can throw, bounce or kick the ball in any direction, there are no goalies, defence or offence, it really is every many for himself. Each player has a 'marker' on the opposing team, if your marker scores a goal, you have to remove your shirt, when your marker scores a second goal, remove your shorts (remember - no underwear) when your marker scores a third goal, you are out and have to stand on the sideline, in the sin bin, naked with your hands on your head. Once every player in one team is in the sin bin, the game is over and the other team has won. Clothing penalties may also be awarded by the referee for ungentlemanly conduct such as biting, scratching and hitting below the belt. After these brief instructions from Coach Ronald Jefferson, the grey track suit wearing house master of Blue House the game was on. Red House boys were to play Yellow House Boys, Jonathan had met Richard Smythe one of the Yellow House boys at the physical examination, Jonathan was not gay but had been fascinated by Richard's naked body as they stood together in line. Richard was of course only sixteen, but had a full thatch of dark chest hair and stubble on his face. Jonathan also remembered how Richard had no problem raising an erection for the nurse to measure and was able to spill his cum on demand for a sample. Now Richard and Jonathan were to be each others marker in their first game of Sogg Ball. Jonathan soon learned where the game got its name, the pitch was soaking wet covered with half an inch of mud and puddles. Jonathan desperately wanted to see Richard's hairy torso and thick _c_o_c_k_ once again, and it was up to him to see that he was forced to show all by scoring enough goals. Jonathan loved rugby, he had been on the school team and hoped to make the Year Sixteen team here and so felt quite at home on the Sogg Ball pitch.
The game began with Coach Jefferson throwing the ball into a huddle made up of boys from each team, Yellow House took first possession and in no time at all had won three shirts from Red House. Red House fought back and claimed two shirts, forty minutes into the game the first shorts were lost by Yellow House boys and after little more than an hour of furiously hard play more than half the boys from each team were stripped, displaying there muddy _c_o_c_k_s, and mud covered chests and legs on the side line. Jonathan had stripped Richard of his shirt, all of the boys were amazed to see a grown mans chest underneath a sixteen year olds shirt, Coach Jefferson was clearly just as surprised as the boys. Jonathan had lost his shirt and shorts as the ice cold mud caked on his _c_o_c_k_ and splashed all over his smooth chest Jonathan knew that if Richard scored one more goal he would be forced to join his team mates on the sideline. Once a players marker has been removed from play he is able to chose another, three Yellow House boys had chosen Jonathan, under the misguided belief that his small frame would prevent him from scoring any goals, now if Jonathan scores just one goal he would send two naked boys to the sin bin and strip two other boys of their shorts, including Richard. Clearly it was Yellow Houses advantage for one of these markers to score to get rid of Jonathan from the Sogg field. Jonathan seized the ball and turned to run towards the hoop, tackled from behind Jon fell, scraping his _c_o_c_k_ and chest across the mud as he slid along pitch. Still in possession of the ball Jon was about to stand as a blow from behind winded him and forced him to the floor once again. Jonathan had been kicked in the base of the spine by a pair of muddy football boots worn by Richard Smythe. Coach Jefferson's whistle blew and the game stopped, Jonathan was not seriously hurt and was able to continue, but Richard had earned himself one clothing penalty now and six strokes to be taken after the game, Richard's shorts fell to the ground and were placed in the laundry bin on the side line. Jonathan was given a free shot at the Yellow House hoop, the atmosphere was tense, he paused, shot and scored. Two stripped Yellow House boys ran to the side line, "And you" Coach Jefferson ordered Richard, as he was now naked, one goal from his marker would relegate him to the side line. Yellow House now only had one player left on the pitch, while Red House had four boys, two of whom still had their shorts. The game did not last much longer, and Coach Jefferson congratulated the four Red House boys and the one Yellow House boy for putting up such good fight. The Yellow House Boys had to complete twenty laps of the field to make up for their defeat that afternoon. Before embarking on his laps Richard was to take his six strokes for ungentlemanly conduct, standing in the centre of the pitch, the swish and crack could be heard all around as Coach Jefferson welted the angry little boys back side. It was getting dark, as Jonathan looked back to see nine naked boys running laps around the pitch and one boy being beaten in the centre circle. As Jonathan passed the Swimming pool block he bumped into four naked Year Seventeens who were about to embark on a punishing three mile run around the entire playing fields, glancing through the window of the pool building he caught sight of more stripped Year Seventeens bending for a caning.