“A New Coaching Position” Part 1 of 5
Comfortable? Good. Now, before we start, there’s a little story I like to tell everyone on their first night with me. Don’t worry, it won’t take lnog–then we’ll get down to business.
I was a coach for the local college football team. Now, this was years ago now, I’m honestly not sure–at least a decade now–dang, I can’t believe it’s been that long. My wife had left me a few years before that, the first year our son had gone off to college–a different one than where I’d coached. He was away for the first semester of his senior year when I got this email with a video attached. It showed my son, strapped down in his football uniform, a gas mask covering his face, and then the camera panned around, and I watched as some masked man fucked my son’s ass until they both came.
It was horrible. I don’t know why I watched the whole thing–I only watched it once though. The email had come from some…organization. I still don’t really know what it is, and I’m, well, we’ll get to that part later. Suffice to say, seeing my son like that, what could I have done? Of course I agreed to their demands, not that it would have made much of a difference, looking back.
They wanted the football team. I still don’t know why, but they wanted the entire football team from my school, and they needed a coach–someone the guys trusted, to help them, and I, apparently, had been the easiest target for blackmail. I’m not proud of everything I’ve done, I’m really not, but I did have my reasons, however bad they were. I just wanted my son back, you have to understand that, you would have done the same thing if you were in my own position, right?