Fiction by JockBoy

Verbal Humiliation
The Drill Instructor’s first weapon strikes the mind, not the flesh. Flesh heals. Pride does not. Identity must be gutted before the whip or paddle falls.

Execution:

Stand close. Control trainee’s space. Own his breath.

Target manhood, self-worth, illusions of strength

Match insults with whip, rope, or paddle so body and mind collapse together

Whisper softly, break suddenly into bark. The rhythm destabilizes, unbalances, and strips confidence.

Degradation Phrases   (Rotation):

“You’ll never earn respect. Only bruises.”

“You beg for punishment because you aren’t man enough to handle  freedom.”

“Your father won’t spit on you when he finds out what you’ve become. He’ll piss on you.”

“You’re a pervert who feeds on humiliation. That’s the only reason you’re here.”

“Look down. Dust and boot leather—that’s your place.”

“You live to kneel; you’ll never lead.”

“Big muscles, small cock. Hard every time I yell at you. Weak. Pathetic.”

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