Knows his teammates are watching, and that his life as he knew it is over.  It’s too late to regain his manhood at this point, so he closes his eyes, trying to block out the looks of shock, disgust and pity on his former friends faces and focuses on the task at hand.  He does not open his eyes again until the opposing team’s quarterback shoots his load down his throat.  As the man he was servicing steps away, patting him on the head, like a good dog, he looks around and sees his teammates forming a line.