Playing Football
 
       By: Frank Cappio 
       E-mail me at: fcappio@hotmail.com


     Brad was big for fourteen, 6'1" 174 and well muscled.  He wanted to 
get bigger because he was into football in a big way and wanted to make 
the varsity team by sophomore year if at all possible, and that meant 
making the JV team this year.  He had been looking forward to going to 
high school for a long time, but now that it was August and opening day 
was less than a month away, he was getting a little nervous.  He knew 
that pre-season practice was to begin today, and wanted to be able to 
hold his own at least.

     Brad arrived twenty minutes early and had to wait for the coach to 
arrive to open the locker room.  He could feel the presperation forming 
on his hands.  It was a very hot day, but he knew this preparation was 
not caused by the heat.  More guys began to gather.  He noticed some of 
them seemed a little nervous, too.  Finally coach Sullivan arrived.  He 
made the guys wait in a classroom until all the guys who were going out 
for football had a fair chance to arrive.  The lecture which followed 
seemed to never end and although Brad was trying to listen carefully,
he honestly could hardly remember anything  Coach Sullivan said.

     Finally they got to suit up.  Brad cautiously checked out his 
competition.  there were a lot of guys bigger than he was, but many
were smaller as well.  The coach really worked them hard.  No football
today, no tackling dummies, no equipment of any kind.  Running, 
calesthenics, running, pull ups, running, push ups, wind sprints, more
laps. A couple of the guys just dropped, and several threw up.  Brad 
kept it together and hung in there, but he thought his lungs were going
to burst. His head was pounding and his whole body ached.  The August 
sun beat down without mercy.  When it was over, even the returning 
seniors had lost their bravado, and the guys just drifted off home.

     The next days were even harder, but gradually Brad was more than 
hanging in, he was taking the lead.  He was also slightly less rung out 
at the end of practices.  The field of candidates began to narrow--some 
guys simply stopped showing up.  Coach Sullivan had a little talk with 
others.  School was starting in two days, and the final varsity and 
junior varsity rosters were posted.  Except for the returning varsity 
players, none of the guys even pretended to act unconcerned.  There
were still fifteen guys who would be cut all together.  Brad squeezed
through the crowd and scanned the junior varsity list--he knew he was
better than some of the guys whose names appreared on it, but his name 
wasn't there.  He checked again--nope, not there.  He tried to hide his 
disappointment.  Just then Cliff, a senior and most probably the
captain for the year tapped Bard on the shoulder and said congratulations. 
Brad thought he was being nasty, but Cliff pointed to Brad's name, not of
the JV roster, but on the varsity.  Brad let out an ear piercing whoop.

     After the commotion at the bulletin board had died down, Coach 
Sullivan announced ther there would be a meeting of the varsity team in 
ten minutes in the small gym.  Brad felt overwhelmed.  Most of the guys 
"accidentally" bumped into him or pounder his arm or slapped his ass.  
Once again, despite his efforts, Brad could hardly hear what the coach 
was saying.  He just collected his uniform, his play book and tried to 
focus.  When coach Sullivan had finished giving out the practice and 
game schedules and all the other paper work, he said that  he was going 
to leave and turn the group over to Cliff.  

     Cliff stood up and gave a rousing pep talk.  Then he said that
Brad was the first freshman to have made varsity that he knew of, and 
that it was time for his new teammates to induct him into the squad.  
Brad was grabbed by three guys and dragged into the shower room.  There 
the entire team pissed on him.  He was totally drenched.  He didn't
care--he made some protests, but what the hell, he'd made the varsity!  
Cliff announced that since he was obviously a baby, he needed to dress 
and be treated like a baby.  Two guys held him down while Cliff striped 
him naked.  Then Cliff put a diaper on him, saying that every guy on the 
team had the responsibility to make sure Brad wore his diaper at all 
times from that point to the the end of the first game of the 
season--still ten days away.  Brad was given a baby bottle, a supply of 
adult sized diapers, a rattle, baby powder and baby wipes.  He had to 
keep these with him at all times.  Brad was not allowed to use the 
bathroom since he was a baby and babies wet their diapers.  Any guy on 
the team could check his diaper at any time.  His diaper had to be wet 
at least once a day.  When it was, the teammate who discovered it got
to change Brad.

      Brad was totally shocked.  He expected to be thrown into the 
shower, or even pissed on, but having to wear a diaper for ten days?  
Having to actually wet it?  Having guys change him?  Damn, that was 
going way too far!!!  He knew the guys on the team were really
tight--he had dreamed of being one of them--he wanted to show that he 
was "a good sport".  Maybe this was a trick--maybe they just expected 
him to say hell no, fuck this shit.  Maybe they would just make him 
wear the diaper for a few minutes then make him one of them.  He 
decided to say nothing, and just leave.  Once away from the gym, he 
would take the damn thing off!

     There were some woods about two blocks from the school.  Brad 
went into them, pulled off the diaper and  went home.  He still had 
the other baby things in his backpack, and they could just stay there 
as far as he was concerned.  After supper that night, Nick, one of the 
varsity players stopped by.  He was warmly greeted my Brad's family, 
and he and Brad went up stairs, Brad thought to play video games.  As 
soon as they were alone in the room, Nick yanked on Brad's pants to see 
if the diaper was there.  He went to the phone in Brad's room and made 
a call, saying that Brad had let them down--after a long pause which 
Brad found very uncomfortable, Nick said okay, and hung up.

     Nick told Brad that this was his one warning.  Either wear and wet 
the diapers until the end of the first game or pay the price.  Nick told 
Brad to lay on his bed.  Nick took off Brad's pants and underpants and 
put on a new diaper.  He said that he would stay there playing video 
games until the diaper was wet.  Brad better start drinking a lot of 
water right now.  

     Damn thought Brad, the guys really mean this--how the hell can I 
get away with wearing a diaper for ten days?   Brad drank five glasses 
of water  His stomach was totally full and he just couldn't drink any 
more.  Nick started to play video games as he said he would.  It wasn't 
long before Brad began to feel the need to take a wicked piss.  Nick 
noticed his face and told him to just let go--he needed to be wet
before Nick could verify success on day one.  Brad tried--anything to 
get this over!!  He just couldn't.  Nick told him to relax--Brad snapped 
back how the hell am I supposed to relax.  Nick said look, this is your 
first time, go into the bathroom like you were gonna take a regular piss,
just do it in the diaper.  Brad tried.  He strained and finally managed 
to wet a little.  His bladder was just bursting and the few drops he'd 
managed to make in the diaper did nothing the relieve the pressure.  
Then Nick came up behind him and started tickling, the stream opened up 
and in thirty seconds the diaper was soaked.  Nick went in and made 
another call----okay he said as he hung up. You're okay for today--one 
down, nine to go.  Let's finish the game, I'm gonna whip your ass!

     After Nick left, Brad tried to think how he could get away with 
wearing diapers for nine more days--it seemed an eternity.  Nick had 
taken Brad's first wet diaper and put it in a plastic bag and hidden it 
under his shirt.  He would offer it as evidence to the other guys.  but 
Brad had to present the others and get rid of traces so no one would 
know.  

     The next day at practice, half the team pulled Brad's pants back to 
check to make sure the diaper was in place.  The coach made sure the 
guys had plenty to drink because the August sun was brutal.  By the end 
of practice the guys all needed a good piss.  Brad went into the 
bathroom, stood at the urinal and managed to go in his diapers--this 
time without being tickled.  When he was done, he said, okay, whose 
gonna check me now!  Cliff said very solemnly that as the newly elected 
captain, it was his duty.  He reach down into Brad's diaper and 
pronounced it wet.  The guys clapped.  Cliff made Brad lay on the floor 
and changed him into a clean diaper as the guys watched.  Brad was 
embarrassed as hell, but when it was done, he stood up and raised his 
hands above his head in the victory sign.  The guys cheered.  Brad was 
shown an unassigned locker and there in the bottom was the diaper he
had wet the previous night.  Diaper number two went into a plastic bag 
carefully labelled and put in the wet diaper locker.  the locker was 
locked.  After that the guys showered and acted just as if everything 
was totally normal.  

     Just as he was about to leave, the coach asked him to come into
his office.  Brad did, and the coach had him sit down.  He said that he 
heard that Brad was already becoming a total part of the team--this was 
vitally important to everyone--the more the team bonded, the better
they would work together.  The coach said that each team had it's own way 
of bringing new guys in.  This team's was radical, but harmless and that
in the end it would work very well.

     For the next nine days guys form the football team were stopping 
over Brad's house at all times of the day--socially at night, to give 
him a ride to practice in the morning--any time.  They always checked
to make sure Brad had on his diaper.  Each time Brad had to piss, he 
found it a little easier to just go in his diaper.  He started to like 
the way it felt against his skin.  He liked the way no one seemed to 
notice that he was wearing a diaper under his jeans.

     Finally the day of the first game arrived.  Brad wore his diaper 
under his cup and pants--finally his "baby" days were over.  He wasn't 
even thinking about wearing the diapers any more--it was no big 
deal--but his stomach was in knots over the game--he wanted the team to 
win, but even more he wanted to make sure he didn't make a fool out of 
himself on the field.  

     In retrospect, the game wasn't very exciting--both teams had yet to 
reach mid-season form and it was a wet and miserable day which kept the 
attendance down.  Brad played well and was in the game for a good
twenty minutes--quite long for a rooky.  He didn't make any spectacular 
plays, but he did his bit and helped his team rack up their first victory 
of the season--7 to 20.  The entire team was totally up on adrenaline and
a natural high.  Guys were slapping each other, jumping on each other,
and having a great time and Brad was in the center of it all.  As they 
entered the locker room, the coach called Brad in.  He told Brad that
he his performance on the field proved that he deserved to be on the team 
and that Brad should feel good about himself.  The coach was proud of 
how well Brad had accepted the initiation.  Not many freshman would
have had the guts to do it, and no other freshman would have made the team 
and become an integral part of it.  The coach went on the point out all 
the things Brad had done well during the game and then the things that 
needed work.  Brad could easily see that his performance had been 
carefully scrutinized, and he had passed the acid test.  

     When the game analysis was done, the coach told Brad to join his 
team mates in the shower room, winked and smiled.  When he wanked into 
the shower room, there was the entire team dressed only in diapers 
laying on the floor, drinking from baby bottles and crying.  They were 
crying cause they all had wet diapers, and Brad had to change every one 
of them!  Brad had made it.

The End