“Oh hey Coach, what brings ya by the farm?”

It’s time to reinforce your training, Everett. 

“Whatchya mean trainin’ Coach? I ain’t been on one of your teams since college.”

That’s right. You’ve had a simple life here at the farm. You love the simple life, don’t you, jock?

“Fuck yeah, Coach. All the chores keep me nice and lean and I ain’t gotta worry about no one else but makin’ sure Boss is happy.”

That’s why I’m here, boy. Boss says you’re starting to ask too many questions.

“Whatchya mean I’m asking too many questions?”

I’m beginning to see what he meant. But it’s okay jock. Why don’t you begin by being a good boy and stripping down. 

Everett unbuttoned his pants then flexed for a moment, pausing. “Ain’t I only supposed to get naked for Boss?”

This is for Boss. I’m training you for Boss. So you can also get naked in front of Me too. Good boys strip down when told by their Superiors. I am your Superior. You are a good boy. You strip down for Me right now. 

“Yes Sir,” the jock responded as he finished slipping off his jeans.

Stripping away those inhibitions as you strip down, and stripping away that intelligence too.