Chav's Sock Discipline

The year is 2030 and a strict new world order has emerged with a novel way of controlling the population and preventing crime. Professor Andrew Merton had been appointed head of the UK government's commission for the correction of societal decline (CCSD). Following three years of intense scientific research a theory and solution had been found and presented to parliament. Society was facing an age old problem, young usually poor, men growing up on council estates were getting too cocky and growing into lawless toerags who were a plight on the legal system due to their complete disrespect for the law and authority. Merton, however, understood presenting this theory to parliament would never work, they couldn't reasonably be seen to be blaming an underprivileged part of British society. The professor therefore had a perfect solution, the extent to which one of these scally thugs could be found to have the predisposition for criminality could be linked directly to the levels of hormones they had, and these were released in an easy to measure way as pheromones. His theory was accepted with fanfare and the CCSD was given the legal permissions to tackle the plague on UK society. It was a controversial practice, but one that the authorities deemed necessary to maintain order in a world that had grown increasingly divided.Shane, a 18-year-old chav, found himself in the midst of this new reality. Having no prospects in life he had been conscripted to one of the CCSD 'colleges' to be re-educated. He turned over in bed and flicked through his phone not noticing Bekki, his girlfriend of 2-months, was also awake. ''Well, your first day then? Guess I'm not gunna see you for a while?'' she said glumly. Shane flashed her that cocky little smile of his ''nah, don't you worry lass... they won't be able to cope with me I'll be home by this aft' ''.  With that deluded reply he slid from the bed and headed for the shower. Bekki watched his perky arse bounce towards the door, oblivious to the fact she would not see him again. Two hours later Shane found himself sat in the reception area of the 'college' musing at the strangeness of the building. He has entered through a vast fenced courtyard and been led to the reception, where he had been asked to sit and wait for a Mr Kirk. Shane couldn't help but think the building resembled a prison or secure hospital more than a college. He looked up at the receptionist, a stern looking woman in her Mid-50s. She met his gaze and she pulled a dismissive look. ''He has no idea what he's in for'' she thought, looking him up and down. He sat slumped on the chair, his grey joggers tucked into his white socks showing off the classic Nikey logo above his grey Nike TN trainers. Mr Kirk, a short, slightly overweight man in his 30s approached the chav. ''Shane if you would please come with me''. Shane scoffed, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest. “Yeah, whatever.". The older man’s eyes narrowed, he was going to enjoy this. Shane followed down a clinically non-descript corridor and into a brightly lit consultation room. Two huge guards dressed fully in black with helmets covering their faces stood beside a medical table. Shane gulped loudly. ''Oh don't worry Shane, our friends here are just helping to ensure you comply and that everything is above board'' smiled Kirk. One of the guards stepped forward, holding a clear plastic bag. "Personal belongings in here, sit on the bed and place your legs in the stirrups'' he said emotionlessly. ''nah... erm'' Shane began before realising the helplessness of his situation. He placed his phone, bank card and packet of cigs in the bag and hauled himself onto the bed. ''what is the... er.. need for all this'' he asked Kirk. ''It is purely procedure'' replied the older gent. Placing his legs into the metal stirrups Shane realised the set up reminded him of something a woman would be placed in for a Gynaecology check up. But before the thought could germinate any further the guards grasped his hands securing them above his head. “No, stop! You can’t do this!” Shane protested, struggling against the men’s grip. ''Purely procedure'' sniggered Mr Kirk. The guards secured Shane's ankles in the stirrups with leather straps ensuring he couldn't move. ''Lets begin your assessment'' stated kirk, signalling for the guards to exit the room. Mr Kirk clicked record on the camera Shane had neglected to notice at the base of the bed and the red light on the front winked in acknowledgement. ''what the fucks that for?'' snapped Shane, a noticeable fear in his normally arrogant tone. ''Shush now lets begin'' stated Kirk. "Initial assessment of Shane McPerry, 18-years-old by CCSD appraisal expert Mr James Kirk on behalf of H.M. Home Office'' Said Kirk into the lense of the camera. He Turned towards Shane and continued his commentary. ''Clear evidence of Scally attire and attitude...'' ''What the fuck you talking about'' snarled Shane pulling at his restraints ''shut up boy'' demanded the now angered Kirk. He approached the restrained lad and grasped one of the grey trainers, slipping it from Shanes sock-clad foot. "Size 11 feet'' he continued clearly addressing the camera. He placed the trainer into another clear bag, ''One trainer sequestered for testing''. Shane grimaced, what on earth did he mean 'testing'?. Shane's white sock clung tightly to his foot, outlining each toe with it's slightly discoloured material. Kirk grasped the foot, startling the lad, before continuing his bizarre assessment. ''White sock, moist with perspiration and evident odour. Enough to continue with primary assessment.'' He stated, and began to tug the sock free. Shane protested pulling at the ankle restraints, which had the involuntary affect of causing his toes to curl much to the delight of Kirk. Slowly the white sock was pulled free revealing the soft bare sole of this arrogant chav. ''Please do hold still'' snarled Kirk, addressing Shane directly for the first time since this 'assessment' began. The older gent ran his hands over the newly exposed foot of his subject, and without warning placed his nose against the cervices between Shanes toes inhaling the scally's musky scent. ''Mmm... high levels of Chav pheromones.. and'' Kirk took the big toe into his mouth and sucked ''and... confirmed with taste test''. He inhaled once more from the lads bare sole and licked from heel to toe before approaching the head of the bed. ''Shane, you have failed a primary assessment and as such in accordance with the law you will be subjected to a further assessment whilst your trainer and sock are sent for testing'' He stated coldly. ''Wait wha, further what?'' Shane protested. Kirk had heard enough he took the sock he was still holding and stuffed it in the Scally's complaining mouth. ''Well I suppose I will have to send the other sock for testing now'' he said gleefully. ''Shane the second assessment is more thorough and will require more of your clothing to be removed, if you have any grievances please state them clearly for the tape''. ''Hmmmphhhh!!'' protested shane against the sock. ''Very well, lets begin!'' smiled Kirk.