By Pickle
~ Chapter 6 ~
(Day Two)
I wake up barely being able to move. Even getting dressed in jeans and the red and black shirt that Gunnerson told me I had to wear today, “So you’ll be more noticeable when we “scarecrow” ya tomorrow, Bo”, was all I could do.
I grab a fast coffee and a banana before picking up my gym bag, and heading out the door to the driveway. By my phone it’s 5:55, but Moore, with one of the other guys I met when I was leaving the “Farm” yesterday afternoon, was already there. I had learned he was Sergeant Sutherland by checking out the various sections of “The Country Boy Punishment Club” website last evening. I had been able to view not only my own punishments from the day, but also a lot of shit the other “Recruits” were being put through, ranging from a number of different tortures, but also being put through rigorous PT, and running several different obstacle courses set up to be even tougher than any of the Tough Mudder courses I’d seen. They were all covered in muck by the time they made it to the end of the courses, IF they made it all the way through these sadistically designed obstacle courses, at all.