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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 17 added
« Reply #50 on: May 29th, 2010, 8:58pm »
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Part 17
 
After frightening the recruits with hints about tomorrow’s activities, Sergeant Shaw allowed them to put their shorts back on. PTI King ordered them to do more sit ups and push ups, then sent them to have another shower. They lined up for one last time, and were then sent to their barracks with orders to make them presentable.  
 
Not being skilled in such matters, the recruits did a half hearted tidy up and decided that would do. Then they flopped down on top of their beds, exhausted. The sheets felt so soft against their bare upper bodies.  
 
“How long does this go on?” moaned one recruit.
 
Alistair sighed, remembering his letter, “Nine weeks basic, then seventeen weeks for phase two.”
 
“One down, one hundred and eighty one to go…” said Crag quietly.  
 
One recruit sat on the end of his bed, slumped forward.
 
“What’s wrong Rob?” asked Alistair.
 
“I’m sorry guys, it was my fault.” said Rob.
 
“What was?” asked Craig, sitting up.
 
Recruit Robert Alexander looked up, his face red.
 
“In the gym, when she mentioned short arm inspections, I groaned out loud. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stop myself. If anyone wants to punch me take a swing.”
 
Craig shook his head.  
 
“It’s not your fault,” he said, “could have been any of us. I think they were going to do it anyway.”
 
“Yeah,” agreed Alistair, “It’s going to be like that every time we step out of line.”  
 
“They’re trying to break us,” said Taylor.
 
“Then we’ll have to show them we can’t be broken,” said Craig, not at all sure how.
 
The door opened and Sergeant Shaw walked in. Instantly, all the recruits jumped off their beds and stood to attention. Craig prayed she hadn’t overheard.
 
“Is this the best you can do?” she asked, walking up and down and looking around, “You’ve got a lot to learn. Clearly we need some lessons on cleaning, don’t we Recruit Mazelle?”
 
There was something about the look she gave Craig that made the young man shiver. She had heard!
 
“Yes Sergeant!”  
 
“Your next task before you go and eat, is to label your kit.”
 
She put some small marker pens on an empty bed.  
 
“Inside every garment, except your socks, is a small white label. You will write your name on the labels with these waterproof markers. I trust you can manage that without supervision. When you’ve finished report to the Mess Hall, fully dressed.”
 
She turned to leave, and the recruits started to hand around the pens.  
 
“Oh Mazelle. I will break you. It’s nothing personal, it’s my job and I’m good at it.”
 
She left the room, leaving Craig staring after her.  
 
Wearing their running vests, shorts, socks, shoes and underwear, the recruits ate hungrily. The meal was simple, a meat pie and vegetables, but it tasted wonderful. They’d been aware of the female soldiers looking at their bare legs while they queued, but there wasn’t much they could do about it. In any case, thought Craig, it was the most dressed he’d been for hours. After the meal, they were sent back to their barracks, with the order not to stray more than sixty feet.  
 
Other than trips to the lavatory, none of the recruits had the energy for ‘straying’. Instead, they sat or lay on their beds and talked about their lives before being recruited. Alistair found some dominoes and a pack of cards in one of the empty lockers, so they played a few half-hearted games. Craig missed his TV and Play Station, but most of all he missed Melissa. He looked at his legs and imagined her kneeling next to him. One of her favourite games was to slide her hand all the way up his legs and inside his underwear, reacting with pretend surprise at what she felt in there. He looked out of the window into the sky, wondering what she was doing.  
 
The door opened and Sergeant Shaw walked in.  
 
“Outside is a basket for your laundry. Before lights out each night, anything that needs washing has to go in there. The reason for the labels is to ensure you get it back. With the exception of your shoes, put everything you have worn today on the bottom end of your beds, now!”
 
Craig opened his locker and took his jockstrap out, placing it on his bed. With Sergeant Shaw pacing up and down, he took off his shorts, socks and running vest and put them next to his jockstrap. The other recruits had also started to strip. Craig stood in just his briefs, hesitated, then slid them down and added them to the little pile. He stood next to his bed, naked, using his hands for modesty and very aware of the window opposite. Sergeant Shaw waited until all nine recruits were naked, then sent them one by one to place their clothes in the basket outside.  
 
Carrying his clothes, and with his penis waggling, Alistair hurried down the steps and over to the basket, which was on a trolley a few feet away from the building. He lifted the lid and placed his clothes inside, then turned and hurried back up the steps.  
 
Hidden behind some bushes a few feet away, two female soldiers adjusted their binoculars.  
 
“Nice dick…” whispered one of them.
 
“Wait until you see Mazelle’s…” hissed the other.
 
Craig stepped out of the barracks, clothes in his hands, and looked around. There was nobody about, so he walked over to the basket, his penis swaying from side to side. Adding his clothes to the pile inside, he quickly scratched a little itch between his legs, causing his penis and balls to bounce around. Then he walked back into the barracks.
 
“Nice moves big boy…” whispered soldier number one.
 
“Did you see how long it was?“ breathed the other.
 
If they’d been caught, they would have been in serious trouble for leaving their sleeping quarters. But a glimpse of the nude guys was worth the risk.  
 
Inside, Sergeant Shaw waited until all the laundry had been removed and the last recruit was back inside.
 
“Get into bed,” she ordered.
 
Obediently, they slid between the sheets. Craig found the sensation very pleasant, cool sheets next to his naked skin.
 
“If you need to masturbate, do it quietly -  the person in the next bed is trying to sleep. And don’t stay awake all night, you will be out of bed at o-five-hundred.”
 
She pressed the light switch and left, the recruits were in darkness except for the moonlight through the windows. Craig wished they’d looked for something to cover the windows with, instead of playing games.  
 
From somewhere nearby he could hear a metal framed bed creaking. Either someone was trying to get comfortable, or the urge to wank was too great. Craig rolled onto his side to sleep, his mind filled with thoughts of Melissa’s breasts. His face snuggled into the pillow and he imagined that it was her blouse. He felt movement between his legs and his erect penis brushed against the sheet so carefully smoothed by Private Wilkins. Thoughts of Melissa reminded him of seeing Anna, of standing completely naked while she measured his body. Would she tell his girlfriend? Would they discuss his body, would Anna let on that she’d seen his penis? How much would she tell about his physical examination? Would Melissa mind? Again, he thought of lying next to her, being touched by her. And how she made a hand job last for an hour, taking him on a long, slow journey through indescribable pleasure, making him wait for the most sensational orgasm.  
 
With a shock, he realised he was making his own bed creak by gently rubbing his penis on the sheets.  
 
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To be continued…
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 17 added
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on May 29th, 2010, 8:58pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:

 With a shock, he realised he was making his own bed creak by gently rubbing his penis on the sheets.

 
Not a shock to me - after all that stimulation throughout the day, I'm surprised he could even keep it down! Anyway, great chapter as usual - looking forward to reading more!
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 17 added
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on May 31st, 2010, 8:58am, nff_undieguy wrote:
Not a shock to me - after all that stimulation throughout the day, I'm surprised he could even keep it down!

 Grin Hehe! I like a man to enjoy feeling male  Kiss  and I'm glad you're enjoying the story.  
 
For this next part, my thanks to JClause2 for providing the inspiration (and some information) for some of the action on the parade ground  Wink
 
Part 18
 
Craig woke with a start, there was a loud metallic banging coming from somewhere. One eye opened and he saw with horror that Sergeant Shaw was standing in the open doorway, beating a metal tray with a stick. Surely it wasn’t morning already?  
 
“Out of bed, shoes on, line up outside. NOW!”
 
The recruits jumped, stumbled and fell out of bed. Craig noticed a little stained patch on his sheet and guiltily covered it with his pillow. He remembered the moment he’d cum, thinking of Melissa washing his hair, kissing his neck and looking down at his nipples. After that he’d almost passed out, being so tired.  
 
The recruits were completely naked as they forced their feet into their running shoes, then ran outside and lined up in front of their barracks. Although Sergeant Shaw had seen everything they had, they still covered their penises for modesty.
 
“In there!” she shouted, pointing to the toilet block, “Relieve yourselves, clean your teeth and report to the gym in ten minutes.”
 
Shivering in the cool morning air, the naked recruits filed into the toilet block. Craig stood next to Alistair as he had a pee, looking out at the line of bushes. Anyone looking back would have no doubt what the young men standing at the windows were doing. Alistair shook the last few drops from his penis and went to wash his hands, while Craig was still emptying his bladder. It was a long and very satisfying pee, he really felt as though he was ‘clearing his tubes’ as Melissa said.
 
Toothbrushes and toothpaste had been laid out for them, all neatly labelled. Less than ten minutes later they walked across the parade ground towards the gym, showing their bare chests, legs and bottoms. Fortunately it was deserted.  
 
“What about our clothes?” asked Rob.
 
“She’s probably having us naked again,” replied Alistair, trying to discreetly scratch his balls.  
 
Sergeant Shaw sent them for a shower as soon as they reached the gym, and Craig rubbed and scrubbed vigorously, trying to force himself to become wide awake. Today was not a good day to look or feel sleepy, he thought, as he rubbed his wet body with a towel. The door opened, Sergeant Shaw walked in and looked around. Some men were still showering, others were drying themselves. All were naked.  
 
“When you’ve dried, there are clothes on the hooks. Put them on and come into the gym.”
 
She turned and walked away. Craig looked beyond the perspex partition and saw red and white wrestling singlets. He discarded his towel and went to get dressed. Each singlet had a name tag inside, presumably someone had checked their measurements from yesterday. He searched quickly for his, then looked for a jockstrap or briefs.  
 
“No underwear?” asked Alistair, joining him.
 
Craig shook his head, dragging the tight outfit on. He looked down at the clear outline of his genitals in the tightly stretched material. This was going to be embarrassing.  
 
In the gym, Sergeant Shaw was waiting along with Sergeant Price and two female soldiers; Private O’Connor and Private Wilkins. Craig was about to smile at Private Wilkins, then remembered not to let on that she’d been friendly.
 
“Stand to attention!” ordered Sergeant Shaw.
 
Despite feeling self conscious about what they were wearing, the young men obeyed. The outfits were so tight they showed the size and shape of their nipples, the outline of their abdominal muscles and the bulges between their legs.  
 
“Today is the first day of you rifle training,” said Sergeant Price.
 
Craig’s spirits lifted immediately, only to falter slightly when the Sergeant continued.
 
“You will not be using proper rifles, I don’t trust any of you with actual firearms. Recruit Alexander, do you think I am wise not to trust you?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!” replied Rob.
 
“This exercise is not a game, it’s an important part of your training programme. You will treat the imitation weapons with respect. If you are stupid enough to misbehave with an imitation weapon, then you are potentially stupid enough to misbehave with a loaded one. Therefore anyone caught fooling around during this exercise will receive corporal punishment on the gym horse. No exceptions. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!” shouted the recruits, terrified of that possibility.
 
“You two,” said the Sergeant, pointing to the female Privates, “Bring that box to the parade ground. It contains the imitation rifles. The rest of you, follow me.”
 
Sergeant Price led the way, followed by the recruits, while Sergeant Shaw escorted the two soldiers carrying the large wooden box. On the parade ground, the box was placed on the ground and the recruits ordered to stand in a line several metres away. Sergeant Price opened the box. It contained a stack of replica rifles, painted bright yellow with black stripes.  
 
“Private O’Connor will issue a rifle to each of you,” said Sergeant Price, “You will then stand to attention in front of Private Wilkins, with your rifles on the floor in front of you. Begin!”
 
“Recruit, step forward!” shouted Private O’Connor.  
 
Craig was nearest and walked towards her. She held a rifle out and he took it, carrying it carefully. It felt heavy and might almost have been real except there was no trigger and no openings.  
 
“One rifle issued, nine remain!” shouted O’Connor.  
 
Craig stopped in front of Private Wilkins, placed the rifle on the floor and stood to attention.
 
“One rifle present!” shouted Private Wilkins.
 
“Recruit, step forward!” shouted Private O’Connor.  
 
Rob received his rifle and copied Craig exactly.
 
“Two rifles issued, eight remain!” shouted O’Connor.  
 
“Two rifles present!” shouted Private Wilkins.
 
This continued until all nine recruits were lined up, and just one rifle was left. O’Connor handed it to Sergeant Price.
 
“Ten rifles issued!”  
 
“Ten rifles present!”
 
“Pick them up,” said Sergeant Price, “and hold them in both hands. Feel the weight, get used to it. These are made to resemble the genuine article, except they will never fire. And unless you pay attention to everything I tell you, neither will you. Private O’Connor and Private Wilkins will keep a constant count of the number of rifles they can see. If at any stage they cannot see all ten they will shout out a warning.”
 
Sergeant Price paced back and forth as he spoke, the two female Privates looked up and down the line of male recruits, while Sergeant Shaw stood back to oversee the entire exercise.
 
Craig listened attentively while the Sergeant explained the various parts of the weapon, the barrel, the butt, the trigger and so on.  
 
“… and remember, this is a rifle. It is not a gun, you do not call it a gun. What is it Recruit Mazelle?”
 
“A rifle Sergeant!”
 
“What is it not, Recruit Gray?”
 
“A gun Sergeant!”
 
“Correct! There’s a way to remember the difference. Put down your rifles!”
 
Private O’Connor and Private Wilkins exchanged glances, wondering if this was leading where they thought. Amy remembered a very arousing scene from a movie set in an army camp, but surely they wouldn’t do that here?
 
“Lower your singlets to your waists!” ordered Sergeant Price.
 
Craig swallowed nervously, making brief eye contact with Private Amy Wilkins and wishing he hadn’t. Along with the other recruits, he slid the shoulder straps off and eased the tight material down his chest. The two female Privates watched as the male recruits bared their upper bodies. Craig looked particularly gorgeous, thought Amy, with those broad shoulders, magnificent pecs and stunning six pack. Not to mention the most beautiful legs she’d ever seen. She was quite disappointed the men were not going to be nude, but at the same time relieved because that would have been a little embarrassing for her.    
 
“What are those weapons on the floor?” demanded Sergeant Price.
 
“Rifles Sergeant!” shouted the bare chested recruits.
 
“What are they not?”
 
“Guns Sergeant!”
 
“Drop your singlets to your ankles and stand to attention!”
 
Amy felt her pulse quicken and she looked at Private O’Connor, who seemed totally at ease with the situation. Craig blushed as he tugged the tight fitting garment down, exposing his long penis. Amy’s eyes widened as she got a complete view of his circumcised member, which was not flaccid but not semi-erect either. She’d seen it briefly yesterday, as had many of the female soldiers, but this was her first proper look at him. He stood to attention, allowing the three women to see his full frontal nudity. Alistair, Rob and the others had also dropped their singlets and were staring straight ahead, feeling very naked and very embarrassed.
 
“Pick up your rifle with your right hand and hold the shaft of your cock with your left!” ordered Sergeant Price.
 
Craig tensed his jaw muscles as he picked up the rifle. Reluctantly, he took hold of his penis in the middle of his shaft, aware of the female interest in his maleness. Alistair’s face was bright red.
 
“When I give the word,” said Sergeant Price, “hold your rifle level with your chest and shout ‘This is my rifle!’ Then lift your cock and shout ‘This is my gun’. Lower your cock, hold your rifle above your head and shout ‘This is for fighting’. Then lift your cock and shout ‘This is for fun!’ NOW! DO IT”  
 
Amy watched in fascinated silence as the male recruits obeyed, paying particular attention to Craig’s fabulous naked body. This was like an uncensored adult version of the movie!
 
“This is my rifle!” the men shouted together, holding them up.
 
“This is my gun!”
 
Amy bit her lip to prevent a giggle as nine young men lifted their penises up. She noticed that three of them had been circumcised like Craig‘s, the other six had foreskin like Alistair‘s.  
 
“This is for fighting!”
 
“This is for fun!”
 
Amy had to suck her cheeks in to stop a giggle this time. Craig’s definitely looked like it would be fun! Private O’Connor seemed to be studying the guys with interest rather than amusement, as though this was some kind of anatomy lesson and she was learning about the human male. Amy imagined how embarrassed the guys must be, wondering how she’d feel if she had to do this exercise topless never mind nude. And just imagine if male soldiers had watched! She found the idea curiously exciting, what if one of the soldiers happened to be Craig?
 
Dismissing her naughty thoughts, after all women weren’t treated that way, she told herself to remain professional. This was an important part of the recruits training. Sergeant Shaw had told her several times that men were not concerned about being naked and that she should simply accept it. Craig’s blushing cheeks suggested otherwise, but he’d have to get used to it.  
 
Sergeant Price told the recruits to continue until he said otherwise.
 
“This is my rifle! This is my gun! This is for fighting! This is for fun!”
 
She counted that Craig lifted his penis thirty eight times before Sergeant Price spoke again. By this time his penis was definitely larger, although somehow he’d managed not to become fully erect. In fact, whether it was just fear or the cool weather, none of the men was actually erect, although some were clearly having semis.
 
“Put down your rifles, carefully! Stop playing with yourselves and get dressed!” ordered Sergeant Price.
 
Craig rested his rifle on the floor, and saw Private Wilkins watching him with a slightly dreamy look in her eyes as he pulled up his singlet. His penis bulged more than before and he found himself once more thinking of those damned floor tiles! Anything to reduce his arousal.  
 
Alistair’s penis poked forward in his singlet, looking like someone had pushed a carrot down his front. In fact, thought Amy, there was no mistaking that everyone in that line up was very definitely a well developed adult male.  
 
***
 
To be continued…
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 18 added
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Part 19
 
For the next fifteen minutes, Sergeant Price made the recruits do a variety of exercises with the rifles. They lifted them, held them in each hand, passed them back and forth around the line and then placed them on the floor and stepped back.
 
“One rifle here!” shouted Sergeant Price, placing his in the wooden box.
 
“Nine rifles on the ground!” shouted Private Amy Wilkins.
 
“All rifles present!” shouted Private O’Connor.  
 
“Stand on that line,” said Sergeant Price, “When I blow my whistle, the first recruit will run back, pick up a rifle, point it at the SKY and nowhere else - and shout ‘Bang!’ You will then hand it to Private O’Connor and stand to attention over there. Each time I blow my whistle the next in line will do the task.”
 
He blew his whistle and Recruit Alexander sprinted to the rifles. He picked one up, aimed at the clouds and shouted “Bang!”. Holding it by the barrel he offered it to Private O’Connor. She took it and placed it back in the box.
 
“Two rifles here!” shouted Private O’Connor.  
 
“Eight rifles on the ground!” shouted Private Wilkins.
 
“All rifles present!” shouted Private O’Connor.  
 
One by one the recruits did the task. Taylor skidded when he tried to stop and wobbled from side to side, fighting to keep his balance until Sergeant Shaw grabbed him.
 
Alistair grinned, it was the first funny thing that had happened today. When it was his turn he ran forward, the memory of Taylor staggering around amusing him as he grabbed a rifle. He fought to stop himself laughing and pointed at a cloud.
 
“Bang!” he shouted, feeling silly. His face broke into a huge smile and he found himself laughing. Even as he did it, he knew he’d regret it.
 
Sergeant Price stormed over to him and snatched the rifle from his hands, giving it to Private O’Connor.
 
“Something funny?” he roared.
 
There was an eerie silence. Alistair suddenly felt sick as he remembered the threat of corporal punishment. He silently cursed Taylor, and then himself.  
 
“No Sergeant, sorry Sergeant!”
 
“Get your clothes off!” demanded Sergeant Price, “And put your hands on your head!”
 
Feeling humiliated about being told off in front of the women, Alistair kicked off his running shoes and started pulling his singlet down. The two privates watched with fixed expressions as he stripped naked in front of them. His hands were shaking as he remembered Lawson being whipped. He stepped out of his singlet and placed his hands on his head. His tall, lean, nude body shivered, more from fear than cold, and his penis hung between his legs. The Sergeant blew his whistle and the exercise continued, while Alistair stood naked.  
 
Amy discreetly admired Alistair‘s physique. He had a lovely, elegant body with incredibly long legs and an attractively shaped penis. His cute little balls hung between his legs. He had the grace of an artists model. She felt herself getting aroused and concentrated on the job of counting the rifles.
 
“Ten rifles here!” shouted Private O’Connor.  
 
“No rifles on the ground!” shouted Amy.
 
“All rifles present!” shouted Private O’Connor.  
 
Sergeant Price closed the lid of the box and addressed the eight recruits who were standing to attention, ignoring Alistair.  
 
“That’s your first taste of rifle practice over. You will now accompany Sergeant Shaw to the gym while I deal with a disciplinary matter.”
 
Sergeant Shaw led the clothed recruits away, leaving Alistair with the male Sergeant and female privates. Sergeant Price walked slowly around him while he stood perfectly still, his penis now soft and floppy. Alistair tried not to think about what the women could see.
 
“Recruit Gray,” began the Sergeant in a quiet, menacing voice, “Do you remember what I told you at the beginning of this exercise?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
“Then what was funny enough to make you disobey?” Price’s voice was calm and reasonable.
 
“Recruit Taylor, Sergeant! When he almost fell over. Sorry Sergeant!”
 
Sergeant Price nodded slowly.  
 
“On the floor, twenty push ups NOW!” the harsh roaring voice had returned.
 
Alistair dropped immediately and started exercising, his bare buttocks rising and falling, his penis and balls swinging.  
 
“Stand up and get dressed! You are fortunate, Recruit Gray, that I’m in a good mood. Get a move on!”  
 
Alistair dressed rapidly.
 
“To the gym!” ordered Price, “You two bring the box.”
 
When they reached the gym, Sergeant Shaw had the other recruits lined up already. Alistair’s heart sank when he saw a step-up box in the middle of the floor. He thought she’d forgotten.  
 
“Put the rifle box over there,” said Sergeant Price, “Recruit Gray, join the line!”
 
Amy looked at the step-up box in surprise, wondering what exercise they were going to do. When she used them, all the women had one each. Did the men have to share? She also wondered why all the men were blushing. What was so embarrassing about doing steps? She stood at one end of the rifle crate and Private O’Connor stood at the other.
 
“Take your clothes off and stand to attention!” ordered Sergeant Shaw.
 
Amy gulped, but Private O’Connor watched with interest as the male recruits stripped. They stood with their shoulders back, arm by their sides and penises out. Amy felt guilty about enjoying the exhibition, and wondered whether men always did step-ups naked.
 
“Recruit Mazelle!” snapped Sergeant Shaw, “Straddle the box.”
 
Amy could feel her temperature rising. Straddle! He was going to have to stand with his legs apart? Every muscle in his naked body seemed to be tense, as the gorgeous hunk stood with his legs wide open. His long circumcised penis was drooping forward rather than dangling.  
 
“Lift it!” ordered Sergeant Shaw.
 
Amy stared as Craig lifted his penis up and presented the underside for the female Sergeant’s inspection.
 
“Pull to the left, pull to the right, point it forwards. Let it drop, go and stand with your back to the wall and cover your manhood. Recruit Alexander!”
 
Craig stepped away from the box and clasped his hands in front of himself.  It seemed rather pointless, thought Amy, since everyone had seen it. She watched him walk, all sexy and powerful with the firmest buttocks she’d ever seen, and felt a tingling sensation. If Recruit Gray had the body of an artists model, Recruit Mazelle had the body of a stripper or porn star.  
 
Amy resigned herself to seeing the rest of the naked men as the short-arm inspection continued. She was looking forward to watching Alistair handling himself but, once again, felt very guilty. Imagine if the roles were reversed! She’d read that, many years ago, female recruits had group physicals - sometimes with men present! She couldn’t imagine anything more humiliating. Thankfully that shocking practice had ended.
 
Soon the short-arm inspection was over, and the men all in a line. They each clutched what Amy’s mother called their ‘pride and joy’. She liked that expression, imagining that a man would feel proud of something so important. She felt sure that Mazelle was proud of his entire body, and imagined him posing in front of a mirror.  
 
“Get dressed!” ordered Sergeant Shaw.
 
Amy wondered why she’d not let the men dress after being inspected. Discipline probably, she thought. As the recruits quickly put their singlets and running shoes on, Sergeant Price paced up and down.
 
“The next exercise is particularly unpleasant,” he said coldly.
 
Craig and the others exchanged glances and looked scared.
 
“Before that,” continued the Sergeant, “report to the Mess Hall for breakfast, then return to your barracks. I strongly recommend you make use of the toilet. Change into your jockstraps and line up outside the swimming pool. If they’re not back from the laundry, go naked. You have thirty minutes. Move!”      
 
The nine young men raced off.  
 
“You will assist with the exercise,” said Sergeant Shaw to the female privates, “Take the rifles back to the armoury before you report to the Mess Hall. Do you have any idea what the exercise is?”
 
“No Sergeant!” they both replied.
 
“When you find out, do not show any emotions. Your role is to encourage and support the recruits.”
 
Running to the Mess Hall, Craig nudged Alistair. His friend looked at him, embarrassed.
 
“You ok?” asked Craig.
 
“I don’t like the sound of that,” replied Alistair, “Something unpleasant…”
 
“None of it’s been pleasant,” agreed Craig.
 
“We’re only on day two, I don’t know if I can do this.” said Alistair, looking on the verge of tears.
 
“We’ll stick together, get through it that way,” promised Craig, “There’s just one thing mate…”
 
“What?”  
 
“I’m sick of seeing your arse now!”
 
Alistair grinned, giving Craig a playful punch as they ran into the Mess Hall.  
 
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To be continued…
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 19 added
« Reply #54 on: Jun 2nd, 2010, 5:29pm »
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I have some comments on part 15.
 
I think  that the young female soldier "Krystal" who was interested by the treatment of the new male recruits and was the first female soldier to see them in underwear one by one at their arrival  had a too short view of the guys  the first time that she had come in the gym when they were lining up after a shower because she did not stay a long time after giving a letter to the sergeant.
 
And If I have well understood, she could only see them face because the door of the gym was not behind them, which would have been better because they were bare ass. So she did not see their bare buttocks this time.
 
And I have not understood why the sergeant had instructed to the recuits to have their jockstraps in their hands in front of them to hide their genitals.
 
it was not a military attitude, either a recruit is naked and in that case he might not hide anything, either he is not. They would have been completely naked or wearing their jockstraps.
 
As male modesty is not a feeling that military authorities understand and approve, it was not logical to order them to have their jockstraps in their hands in front of them!
 
The sergeant would have instructed them to line up naked, or why not, with their towels on the shoulders.
 
towels were never  at the waist, for the same reason, and because towels were too small when I was in the army, it was impossible to have a towel surrounding your body at the waist, the towels were not enough large, so we might take them with hands around the waist but in this case they did not protect from view our buttocks and it was ridiculous and not a manhood attitude for the army or we might have them put on our shoulders  without hiding any part of our body, and it was the rule in the french army for new recruits when there was a military service before or after a shower or in other situations.  
 
When a woman who was  not supposed to be here is entering in a gym or a room when they were  completely undressed, the most normal order given by a sergeant to protect decency, not modesty of the guys, but decency towards the woman, would have been to instruct to the recruits to turn around, so that they would expose only their bare buttocks, which is always considered as more decent than to expose bare genitals, not only in the army but more generally.  
 
Of course, this rule might have some exceptions, especially when the sergeant was a woman who was less concerned by the respect of decency.
 
Anyway, I hope that Krystal will have other opportunities to come in the area of training exercices where the young recruits were seldom dressed!  
 
I have also some comments on part 16 when they had their hair cut.
 
I think that you would have talked a little more about the barber, who he was, what he thought, if he enjoyed or not the situation, how he talked to the recruits and so on  
 
He could have make some comments to the sergeant about the body of the recruits as for example " this guy is very muscular, he will be a good soldier" or "this guy has round and cute buttocks, he will be also a good soldier"  when they lift from the chair and came to line up face to the wall bare buttocks.
 
 All these comments would have embarassed the guys, which is always good for the story.
 
He could have pinched or squeezed their cheeks when they were lifting up from the chair to cheek that they were enough  firm and made some comments at that time like " look at the  peachy buttocks of that guy!"
 
And why the barber did not give a good slap on the buttocks of each recruit, with a smile of approbation of the sergeant, at the end of his work each time when a recruit was lifting from the chair when the barber  had finished to cut his hair, just before he went to the wall to line up face to it, exposing at all his bare buttocks.
For a few recruits who seemed a little reluctant to receive a slap or were not enough obedient during his work because they tried to move a little, he could have given more than one slap, rather  two, one on each cheek, and two more after by the sergeant  to learn them more respect of discipline when they were lining up face to the wall, so that they began to have some red marks at their buttocks.  
 
I think that it would have been funny because the recruits would have been much surprised to get a slap by a civil man hired by the army to cut their hair.
 
It would have been a paternal attitude by the barber towards young men.  
 
Also, a female soldier could have come in the barber room to supervise the recruits with the sergeant or to send to him a paper and stay during all the time until it was finished to have a writing  answer by the sergeant.
 
  
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I agree with Easterman that Crystal or some young new female soldier be introduced to assist the female sergeant in training the recruits. Of course being new to this she would blush and feel embarrassed at first with the situations where the recruits had to be nude in her presence. She might pity the recruits under the sadistic female segeant and offer some consolation or sympathy, like offering to rub their buttocks with her hand or put some ointment after a whipping by the sergeant.  
The sergeant might also order her to monitor the men while she was absent, like during showers or breaks in training so she will report to her if the guys misbehaved.  
I wish I had the time to write such stories in different settings. One of my favorites is a female instructor in a nude swim class for HS boys, with some female spectators like teachers or a few senior schoolgirls present occasionally or as helpers. Maybe Jill can write such a story in the future.
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you  have a good idea, "Bobby Bare",
 I would enjoy also with a story about high school boys having naked swimming lessons given by a female PE teacher, who would be a substitute PE teacher hired a few days after the beguinning of the year school under necessity by the principal of the school, of course a middle age lady, and agreed after a discussion at the board of the school where some parents of both genders, members of the board, would be  informed of that decision and asked to give their opinion. The parents would be mostly in favor of this solution.
 
The principal would propose that one of the patents who would be volonteer would come to be spectator of a swimming lesson accompanied by the lady vice-principal to check if all would be fine and boys enough  obedien,t under the autority of this woman PE treacher. It would be organised after  a few lessons. One mother  whose the son would be one of the junior boyin a class of the teacher would agree with that proposal. and would grant the principal to have so well found a good solution.    
 
Of course, it would be  a big surprise for the high school  boys, but rules about swimming lessons would  not be changed only because of the gender of a PE teacher.  There would be as usual a roll call of the boys while lining up naked at the beguinning of the lesson and a mandatory shower before and after the lesson.  
 
In my opinion, the presence of some female spectators like other female teachers or girls school mates would be be rather occasional. But all good ideas to justify their presence as spectators can be welcome.
 
Senior school girls would of course be required as helpers but only if necessary for junior or sophomore male students in some situations ( as an alarm fire exercice or may be a school  competition between  two school teams of swimmers or for a test of swimming for junior boys).
 
I think also that physicals would  be performed as usual in group with the presence of the PE teacher.
No matter if the PE teacher is a woman.  She would have to discuss of her function during physicals with the lady doctor and the nurse.
 
If a swimming competition would be organised  with boys of an other school, in accordance to the rules of the school policy of the district, there would be before the competition an inspection of the body of the  members of the team in the swimming pool or in  the gym performed  by the female nurse of the school assisted by the female Pe teacher in presence of one or two members of the school office of the district, to check that the high scool students had no rashes or sores and so on ..  
 
But it is another story, for now  we can enjoy this story about the army which is not finished.
I am waiting for the ritual initiations of the new recruits for example.
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Grin  I've enjoyed writing the next part  Wink
 
Part 20
 
Following a breakfast of hot nourishing porridge, the recruits returned to their barracks to prepare themselves for whatever the Sergeants had planned next.
 
A short while later, in the modern female accommodation, Krystal was pinning a square of paper to the notice board at the bottom of the stairs. It explained that the old swimming pool would be out of action until further notice. On the landing above, half a dozen off duty female soldiers were standing at the windows and looking outside. Krystal wondered what was so interesting that it caused giggles and whispered comments. She could hear a male Sergeant shouting outside, but that was nothing new.  
 
She felt sorry for the new recruits, this must be such shock to them. It was one thing for the volunteers, they’d chosen this life, but the draftees were just picked at random. That must be awful, she thought, wondering if the government would keep its promise not to draft women. She opened the door and stepped outside, surprised by the sight that greeted her.  
 
Sergeant Price was standing on the grass, waving an arm around and explaining something. The recruits were facing him, with their backs to her, and wearing jockstraps - giving her a parade of bare male buttocks to look at. So that’s what the giggles and comments were about. She wondered if it was really necessary to make the men walk around in them, but on the other hand… She recognised Craig Mazelle’s broad shoulders and couldn’t resist having a long look at his bottom. He had the firmest, most gorgeous buttocks imaginable, but that was to be expected with his fabulous athletic physique.
 
“Touch your toes!” ordered the Sergeant.
 
Krystal felt a little flushed as the recruits bent over, Mazelle’s buttocks tensed and looked so peachy, gripped by the elastic of his jockstrap. She remembered from his paperwork that he had a girlfriend, and thought she was a lucky girl! With a shock, she realised Sergeant Price had noticed her and he beckoned her over. Her mind was racing, how could she explain why she’d been ogling the recruits bare bottoms?
 
“Good morning my dear,” said the Sergeant.
 
Sergeant Price was a man of contrasts, thought Krystal, and could turn from an aggressive bully to a smooth flirt within seconds. She was in the administration department and although paid by the Army, wasn’t a soldier. She was more of a civilian employee, but because of the chaos here she helped out with tasks that strictly speaking were not in her remit. And yet despite this, the male Sergeants all treated her with the utmost respect. The fact she was seconded to an important Officer probably helped, but even so they were most courteous.
 
The small cardboard folder under her arm gave her a flash of inspiration.  
 
“I apologise for interrupting,” she began, “but I need your permission to enter the male accommodation. I have some notices to put up.”
 
“Permission granted,” smiled the Sergeant, who would quite happily give her permission to do absolutely anything. Since his divorce, any female contact was welcome.  
 
“Recruits, do you have any objections?” he asked, unexpectedly.
 
“No Sergeant!”  
 
Price nodded, satisfied. He turned to Krystal.
 
“You may enter all male facilities at any time without seeking further permission.”
 
“Thank you Sergeant, I’m sorry to have disturbed you.”  
 
“No apology necessary.”
 
With a final quick look at the bare bottoms, Krystal walked away. That was a close one, she thought. She heard a wolf whistle from somewhere behind her, and felt very flattered.  
 
“Who was that?” demanded Sergeant Price, his voice had returned to its terrifying roar, “Miss, would you mind returning please?”  
 
Surprised, Krystal turned around. Sergeant Price had his arms folded and glared at the recruits. She walked over to him.
 
“Is something wrong Sergeant?” she asked quietly.
 
“I’m afraid we have a lack of respect,” he explained softly.  
 
Turning back to the recruits, he looked along the line of nervous faces. The recruits looked at each other, nobody daring to comment.  
 
“You do not whistle at women,” said the Sergeant in his cold and menacing voice, “That shows a lack of respect and can be intimidating. It does not matter whether they are senior ranks, fellow recruits or civilian staff. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
Krystal blushed, looking at the line of bare chests and legs, and feeling guilty after ogling their bottoms!  
 
“You will now all say ‘we apologise’” ordered the Sergeant.
 
“We apologise!” shouted the scantily dressed recruits.
 
“Do you accept their apology?” asked Price.
 
Krystal nodded, feeling even more guilty since she’d enjoyed the whistle.  
 
“Yes, Sergeant,” she replied.
 
“Thank you, I’m sorry to have delayed you.”
 
Krystal turned and walked away, trying to hide her smile. Some of the recruits had lovely bodies.
 
The small door of the swimming pool building opened and Sergeant Shaw stepped out. She nodded to Sergeant Price.
 
“Inside, now!” ordered Sergeant Price.  
 
The recruits entered the building nervously, wondering if this was going to be another dip in the cold pool. But they didn’t go as far as the pool area. In the centre of the open space, which made up the first half of the building, was a large metal frame. It had various crosspieces, chains, and clamps. Craig looked questioningly at Alistair, who shrugged. To their right was a large bathtub with a stepladder and some buckets behind it. To their left was another bathtub which was filled with some dark green slime. Privates Wilkins and O’Connor stood at either side of the frame, watching the men.
 
“Take off your shoes and line up!” ordered Sergeant Price, “Stand to attention!“
 
Nine nervous young men in jockstraps stood facing the Sergeant, wondering what was going to happen.
 
“Those buckets contain cold water,” explained the Sergeant, “and Private O’Connor will give each of you a shower with it. The slime on the other hand is warm, more of that later. The frame is where you will be restrained and questioned. You will answer every question fully and honestly, the object of this exercise is to maintain your concentration despite what is happening to you. You will not enjoy it and you are not expected to.”
 
“Private O’Connor, take your position,” said Sergeant Shaw.
 
The female soldier picked up a bucket and climbed the stepladder.  
 
“Remove your jockstraps,” ordered Sergeant Price, “and stand to attention.”
 
The recruits were stripping naked when the small door opened. Krystal put her hand to her mouth as she saw the rear view of nine naked young men, their jockstraps and shoes on the floor. Sergeant Price smiled and beckoned for her to come closer, her footsteps echoed as she walked across the room. Curious, the recruits turned their heads to see what was happening behind them - and promptly cupped their hands in front of their genitals.
 
“I’m so sorry to interrupt you again,” said Krystal.
 
“Not at all,” said Sergeant Price, “What can we do for you?”
 
Krystal tried not to stare at the embarrassed men covering themselves.  
 
“The maintenance team have arrived to drain the pool, but there’s a fault with the pumping mechanism apparently. They…”
 
Sergeant Shaw had been checking the metal frame and turned around. She saw the line of recruits with their hands clasped in front of their maleness.
 
“Recruits!” she snapped, “Stand to attention!”
 
Reluctantly, they put their arms by their sides. Krystal blinked as nine young men exposed their penises. She’d never seen so many all at once! There was a tremendous variation in size and shape, some long and dangly, some quite small and curled up, some had foreskin, some were circumcised. Some of their scrotums were easy to see, their balls hanging quite low, others were partially covered by their penises. Mazelle seemed to have the largest, it was circumcised and a lovely shape. Gray’s was smaller, had foreskin and pointed forward slightly. He was semi-erect! The line of nude males was a really beautiful sight.  
 
Realising she was openly looking, Krystal blushed. She cleared her throat.
 
“… they need to know if they can drain the water through here, using a long hose?”  
 
As she said long hose, she inadvertently looked at Craig’s penis. He looked like a prized stallion.  
 
“Of course they may,” said Sergeant Price, seeming to be totally unaware of her distraction.
 
“Are they civilian contractors?” asked Sergeant Shaw.
 
Craig was blushing, very aware that Krystal was checking him out and fighting to control his urges.
 
“They are, yes,” replied Krystal, “so they will need to be supervised.”
 
“I’m afraid we’re in the middle of an exercise, can you supervise them?” asked Sergeant Shaw.
 
Krystal gulped and then nodded, that meant she’d see the entire exercise. With her and the contractors walking around, surely the men would be allowed to get dressed? She couldn’t imagine they’d be forced to go nude in front of non military staff.
 
“Would you advise the contractors,” continued Sergeant Shaw, “that the recruits are naked and doing an exercise, but they can start work as soon as they wish.”
 
Craig’s jaw dropped and he turned to Alistair.  
 
“Recruit Mazelle!” shouted Sergeant Shaw, “Stand to attention!”
 
Craig instantly turned his head to the front and froze. The female Sergeant walked up to him.
 
“If I have to tell you once more, you’ll be on the parade ground bending over the gym horse. Is that understood?“
 
“Yes Sergeant!” replied Craig, terrified.  
 
“This is a naked exercise, Recruit Mazelle. You are naked for a reason and I don’t care if five hundred people walk past. When you are ordered to be naked, you are naked. Is that understood?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
“Thirty press-ups, now!”
 
As Craig dropped to the floor and started exercising, Krystal headed for the door. This was going to be embarrassing, but also an incredible experience for her.  
 
Two men in boiler suits waited outside, one young and tall with short blond hair and one much older with grey hair and a beard.  
 
“The Sergeants are happy for you to proceed,” said Krystal, “provided I supervise you while you’re in there.”
 
“No problem,” said the older man, “Let’s get the pump Sam.”
 
“There’s one other thing, the recruits are undergoing an exercise,” Krystal could feel herself blushing, “so they’re going to carry on with that.”
 
“Yeah, that’s fine. It’ll be good experience for the lad,” the older man gestured to Sam, “he got his draft papers last Monday, he’s coming here in six weeks.”
 
Krystal gulped, but she had to tell them.
 
“The recruits…” she said slowly, “they’re naked.”
 
Sam’s head jerked round. His eyes were wide and he looked pale.  
 
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Oh holy cow!  I came back too early.  Sad  I'm only on part 6 (with no clue how many parts CJ has finished!)
 
I can't sit and read all this, no matter how much I want to!   This is now the story I most wish I were the main character of.  Wink  It may not be anything like the military I remember, but damn if it ain't FUN to read!  Smiley
 
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on Jun 4th, 2010, 7:19pm, YerK wrote:
Oh holy cow!  I came back too early.  Sad  I'm only on part 6 (with no clue how many parts CJ has finished!)
 
I can't sit and read all this, no matter how much I want to!   This is now the story I most wish I were the main character of.  Wink  It may not be anything like the military I remember, but damn if it ain't FUN to read!  Smiley
 
Thanks for writing!

 
If you're reading it from that far back, I'd invite you to check http://board.sensations4women.com/vsBoard/cgi-bin/yabb/YaBB.cgi?board=st ories;action=display;num=1274943795 . From there, it's presented in a nice, easy to read format (unless you prefer the message board look).
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on May 29th, 2010, 8:58pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:
 With a shock, he realised he was making his own bed creak by gently rubbing his penis on the sheets.  
 
I hope she catches him in the act and punishes him for it. But this is more likely to happen in a boarding school rather than the army.
When she wakes them up in the morning does she give the guys with a hardon some exercise as pnishment to make it go down? Or when doing exercises what does she do if a guy gets a hardon, does she whip his buttocks to make him behave, especially if there are other females about?
I haven't read your latest episodes so I may have missed something you said about this situation. Keep it up. Wink
 
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I propose a detour for this magnificent story.
Back to Chapter 4-5.
And the plot would be:
Either the nice looking, professional young doctor or the one cold and professional "beating Craig's erection down" with her ruler they both had a little, very little sadistic strain, which is hinted at in a very rafinate way. Not straightforward sadistic, but I imagine them finally reconsider their harsh treatment of Craig (maybe in the next chapters?).
 
It was understandable, though. They both fought hard to get in that authority position, and accumulated a lot of stress and back in the first years they had to make it through a male-dominated world. Now things are changed, the army is an equal opportunity employer and more and more female officers are there. So they finally got more comfortable but the stress they endured and a little bitterness against male gender still resurfaces sometimes, as a relic of a past. They won the battle of the sexes but since it was an harsh battle, sometimes they are still a bit brutal and bossy with male soldiers under their authority.  
That explains chapter 4-5 medical officers strictness.  
And for the future I fancy them meeting Craig again and see a flush of conflicting emotions, first in his bowing and avoiding eye contact, then in his respectful salute: mainly, a tamed macho, with all his stamina under check because nearly every woman there is his superior, and he doesn't know if the one he will meet around the corner will be strict, cold and even a bit "male-bashing" for past frustration, just reassuringly professional or even mothernaly bossy. A whole world of female authority in front of him, and the memory of that shocking visits, where he felt his mixed frustration, confusion and vulnerability in the hands of professional unknown female officers.
 SmileyBy the way, I adore when she says coldly "Stop talking" when he mumbles an embarassed apology... Smiley
Then it would be her turn to consider Craig in another way, and maybe a courting could begin, under the new "role reversal" rules of the army gender power-relationship. Boys are intimidated, made shy to make the first move due to the double-standard rule, so the story would maybe continue with the medical officer considering how to win Craig's diffidence making her first move to approach him. She is really determined to get him, and finally her reward is when he melt in a boyish smile. And then at some point he would timidly ask her: "Do you remember the day you first visited me?" and she would express a bit regret for her harsh tenure, but otherwise, she may be still willing to get the edge over him, to remind him she, as a woman, is in charge and properly wears trousers in the house. Yes, because the final stage of this love story would be Craig and the medical officer living together in her house, and he being her younger husband, acquainted to a life where she is the breadwinner; she is witter, more sophisticated, more ambitious and she would be very content to have him as his house hunk, and pleasuring him with her love.
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on May 20th, 2010, 5:30pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:
 
Craig swallowed nervously, was she going to measure him? He yelped in pain as the medic whacked the ruler against the shaft of his penis. He automatically clasped his hands defensively in front of his assaulted member.
 
“Stand to attention!” snapped the medic.
 
Craig winced at the force of her order, and put his arms by his sides. He yelped again as a second blow landed on his penis. He saw Private Duncan draw in a breath and pout her lips, with a shock he realised she was enjoying this. He wanted to snatch the ruler and snap it in half, but knew he was powerless.

 
Poor Craig, the indignity of it all: all his bravado and machoism gone away in a second, powerless in front of this slightly abusive female authority...
This medic officer is described as cold and strict, maybe feeling herself tired and stressed, and so she rushes things but I hope that somehow she will have the opportunity to meet Craig later on, not apologising (she is in charge and she had every right in her own eyes) but trying to get to know better "the guy every woman is talking about". So that when they finally meet outside and she takes him out to dinner, she would say, after an intimate kiss, and looking into his eyes half jokingly
"I already know your every bit but I am curious"
"Yeah, I remember" Craig voice trailing off, head bowing a little
"Yes", she put a finger under his chin, soliciting eye contact and with a reassuring smile "and I remember your cute little yelps, just at our first encounter..."  
 
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“Recruit Mazelle, Sir, Ma’am!” he corrected himself.  
 
“Human biology not your strong point?” she said, raising an eyebrow. Her tone and expression suggested it was a joke he was not allowed to laugh at.
 
“Sorry Ma’am!” he said quickly.  
 
“Fortunately, I know more about anatomy than you do. In fact, Recruit Mazelle, I will shortly know more about your body than you do. As you’re about to find out.”

 
I just love how she didn't let this pass: you can almost sense her cold determination to take a deliberate revenge on this lapsus.  
I think that poor Craig unwillingly somehow hit a nerve of many in-charge women, when he addressed her as "Sir" and not "Ma'am": that is, a person who is in charge has to "have balls", is a man, and a woman in charge is just a copy of a man in charge.  
What a mistake! Nothing upsets them more than this: they are there, at the top of the social pyramid, as 100% women. The bad tempered medic probably sensed this and went very angry...  
Poor Craig certainly bit his lips...!  
That's what happens when nude young boys try to impress women in bad mood by talking too much, while they should just shut up and smile!  Smiley
 
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Wow, thanks for the comments everyone  Kiss  I love it when one of my little stories inspires people  Grin
 
I do feel sorry for Craig, he's so adorable, and that body draws everyone's attention.  
 
It seems, however, that his embarrassing experiences are far from over...
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Am I just bugged, or did part 20 vanish? It was there a few minutes ago.
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Am I just bugged, or did part 20 vanish? It was there a few minutes ago.

 
It's being rewritten, I'm not happy with it  Wink
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Wink  Here we go...  
 
Part 21
 
"One final thing," said Krystal, "I must remind you that you have signed the Official Secrets Act. So it’s a criminal offence to discuss anything you see or hear today with anyone outside of the army."
 
George nodded.
 
“It’s part of our contract too,” he said, “I’ve been working for the army for years.”
 
When Krystal went back inside, Sergeant Shaw was shouting again.  
 
“Recruit Mazelle, since you have the most difficulty standing still you will go first. Step into the bathtub!”
 
Krystal told herself not to look, but curiosity made her watch Craig walk across the open space. His penis drooped in front of his balls, his muscular arms and legs were gorgeous. He moved like a thoroughbred stallion, every muscle in perfect motion. She forgot for a moment that he ought to be wearing clothes, he looked wonderfully masculine stripped off - and nobody else seemed remotely concerned by his nudity. She glanced to one side to see what the contractors were doing. George, the older man, was guiding a trolley containing a large orange pump while Sam, the younger man, pushed.
 
Craig gasped as Private O’Connor tipped cold water over his head. Krystal saw it pour down his body, dripping from his nipples and penis. His little patch of pubic hair looked darker now it was wet.
 
Sam looked around, taking in the scene with surprise and disbelief. There was a line of naked men being supervised by female soldiers. One of the women was standing on a ladder and pouring water over a naked recruit, watching from the sidelines was the administration lady. Sam felt dizzy, was this what awaited him in just 42 days?  
 
“Move to the frame!” ordered Sergeant Shaw.
 
Shivering and dripping, Craig stepped out of the bathtub and walked to the frame where Private Wilkins waited. Sam looked away, concentrating on connecting a length of hose to the pump, while George was carrying the other end through the far door and into the pool area.
 
“Secure him in the X position,” said Sergeant Shaw.  
 
Craig stared straight ahead, trying to ignore what was happening.  
 
“Just put your wrists in those loops above you,” said Amy.  
 
“No, no!” shouted Sergeant Price, “It’s an order! Make the next one sound like one!”
 
“Yes Sergeant, Sorry Sergeant!” said Amy.
 
She flushed. Giving Craig an apologetic look, she tightened the loops around his wrists.
 
“Spread your legs! Put your ankles in the loops at the bottom!” she shouted.
 
There was a loud hum as Sam switched on the pump, following by a regular throbbing noise. He almost ran to join George in the pool area, to get away from what seemed to be a bizarre exercise. He was terrified of the thought that in just a few short weeks this would be happening to him. His mind was racing, wondering whether a minor injury would exempt him from military service. He’d already had a preliminary medical with his own doctor and been declared fit, but maybe…
 
Craig stood with his arms and legs spread wide. His penis and balls hung between his parted thighs. As much as she tried, Krystal simply couldn’t take her eyes off him. She knew training was tough, but never guessed it was like this. Was this amount of humiliation really necessary? But then, she thought, a soldier would face much nastier experiences. She’d heard the phrase “toughen them up” so many times, now she understood what it meant.  
 
“You will answer our questions,” said Sergeant Price menacingly, “ending each answer with ‘Sergeant’. When we’ve finished questioning you, I want five push ups in the slime but keep your face out of it! Then rejoin the line up. Do you understand?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!” replied Craig, feeling vulnerable and exposed with his legs wide open.  
 
The two sergeants took turns to ask questions about his education, family, favourite sport and even his shoe size. Craig replied quickly to each one, wondering where this was leading.  
 
Krystal glanced over at the pool area, every so often she could see Sam look through the window, a shocked expression on his face.  
 
“Previous occupation?” demanded Sergeant Shaw.  
 
“I washed cars Sergeant!”
 
“When did you last masturbate?” asked Sergeant Price.
   
Craig stared at him. Had he heard correctly? Was he expected to stand here, stark naked, and tell everyone - including four women - when he’d last played with his penis?  
 
Sergeant Price took a step closer, fixing Craig with a terrifying stare.
 
“That question is a deliberate attempt to embarrass you. So is the position you’re standing in. If you were my prisoner, and I was interrogating you for real, do you imagine I would be concerned with your modesty? Now answer the question! When did you last have a wank?”
 
Craig blushed. Krystal held her breath, she could almost feel his embarrassment. Her eyes automatically looked at his penis, as though checking for any tell tale signs. She looked away, feeling guilty again.  
 
“Last night Sergeant!” Craig replied. There was no point lying, if anyone checked his sheet they’d know anyway.
 
“Release him!” ordered Sergeant Shaw, “Recruit Gray, take your shower!”
 
Alistair looked startled, then ran to stand in the bathtub. He shuddered as Private O’Connor poured cold water over him. He felt sure she was deliberately prolonging the ‘shower’ as the cold water trickled down his front and ran along his semi-erect penis, the temperature causing it to lower slightly.  
 
Amy blushed as she released Craig’s wrists and ankles. He was blinking back tears of humiliation and anger. She saw his arms tense and thought he was going to punch someone!
 
“Mazelle - in the slime now!” ordered Sergeant Price, “Gray, come here!”  
 
Craig ran to the slime tub and stepped in. It was warm and thick, smelled disgusting and he had to do push-ups in it! Wrinkling his nose and gritting his teeth, he lowered his body into the substance. It felt as revolting as it smelled. He started his first push-up with his legs, stomach, penis and chest dunked in.  
 
Alistair’s arms and legs were spread wide, fastened to the frame. His penis was still slightly raised away from his balls. Krystal noticed his foreskin was drawn back a little, showing the tip of his glans. She knew she shouldn’t look, but he also had a lovely body and the temptation was too much.  
 
By the time Craig finished his push-ups and rejoined the line, his body covered in slime, Krystal had learned a lot about Alistair Gray. He came from a large family, had big feet and used to work in a bank. Since Sergeant Shaw had started his interrogation, she wondered who would ask the ultimate question.
 
“When did you last masturbate?” asked Sergeant Shaw.
 
“Yesterday morning Sergeant,” said Alistair quietly, head bowed.
 
Private Amy Wilkins wondered if that was why he’d been semi-erect a few times today, he was overdue a wank. Even now he was far from flaccid.
 
“Release him!” ordered Sergeant Price, “Recruit Alexander, take your shower! Recruit Gray, in the slime!”
 
One by one, the recruits were soaked, interrogated and slimed.
 
Eventually, with the pool completely drained, George and Sam emerged and turned the pump off. They gathered up the hose and started to wheel the pump out of the building. Krystal turned to follow them, the last thing she heard as she stepped out of the door was Sergeant Price’s voice.
 
“We’ll start again. Mazelle, take your second cold shower, wash that gunk off!”
 
Outside, Krystal watched Sam help George to load the pump into their van. She was about to say “see you again soon” but thought better of it, no doubt Sam didn’t want reminding. Still, there was no avoiding it. As she watched the van drive around the corner, heading for the barriers and gates, she reflected that in six weeks time Sam would be in her office taking his clothes off.  
 
Inside the van, Sam was hunched up and biting his fingernails. He seemed very pale, thought George.  
 
“Don’t worry lad, that was probably some voluntary thing. They won’t do it to everyone.”
 
Sam nodded, praying that was true.  
 
Krystal went back into the building to thank the Sergeants for their cooperation. They had Craig Mazelle, now clean again, fastened to the frame. He was giving an answer to another question, and she wondered what they’d asked him.
 
“Missionary position Sergeant!”  
 
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« Reply #68 on: Jun 6th, 2010, 8:03pm »
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I found this interesting post today about army recruits on another forum.
http://www.misterpoll.com/forums/191467/topics/207909
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Without a doubt I have to say this is the most brilliant story I have read.......period. Chilled Jill, I have read some of your other work on here, and it is all good but my humble opinion is that this is your best work so far......your sensitivity to the many different players in the situation and the psychology of the various characters in different positions is beyond anything I have ever read in a story of this kind.
 
I would really look forward to seeing what Mazelle's girlfriend would feel if she was invited to observe some of the humiliation, and how he would react to the surprise of having her witness some of this......thinking about this makes me too hot for words....
 
Thanks for writing this.......I will remember this story for the rest of my life.
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on Jun 5th, 2010, 10:26am, cfnmpassion wrote:

I just love how she didn't let this pass: you can almost sense her cold determination to take a deliberate revenge on this lapsus.  
I think that poor Craig unwillingly somehow hit a nerve of many in-charge women, when he addressed her as "Sir" and not "Ma'am": that is, a person who is in charge has to "have balls", is a man, and a woman in charge is just a copy of a man in charge.  

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You're absolutely right there, any thoughts of being gentle with him ended straight away.
 
Poor Craig, he's such a nice guy  Kiss
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on Jun 7th, 2010, 12:35am, prismblood wrote:
Without a doubt I have to say this is the most brilliant story I have read.......period. Chilled Jill, I have read some of your other work on here, and it is all good but my humble opinion is that this is your best work so far......your sensitivity to the many different players in the situation and the psychology of the various characters in different positions is beyond anything I have ever read in a story of this kind.

Wow, thank you so much for the compliment.  
 
I put quite a lot of effort into this story, and really enjoy playing with the characters, so I'm thrilled that people are having as much fun as I am! Grin  
 
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I would really look forward to seeing what Mazelle's girlfriend would feel if she was invited to observe some of the humiliation, and how he would react to the surprise of having her witness some of this......thinking about this makes me too hot for words....  

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on Jun 7th, 2010, 10:23am, Chilled_Jill wrote:

 
Oh that would be funny and exciting! I'll have to think about that Wink

 
Bare in mind, she and her sister have no doubt talked, so all that male nudity in front of women shouldn't be a total shock.
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LOL!  I caught up!  Smiley  Riveting!
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on Jun 8th, 2010, 10:23pm, YerK wrote:
LOL!  I caught up!  Smiley  Riveting!

Hehe, I'm pleased you like it   Kiss
 
Part 22
 
Krystal returned to the main building, passing Jen’s office on the way to her own.  
 
“Krystal, I’ve got something for you.” called Jen through the open door.  
 
Krystal went in, closing the door behind her, and Jen gestured to a cake tin on her desk.
 
“Scones!”  she said, smiling, “I promised I’d bake some.”
 
“Wonderful!” laughed Krystal, “I’m due a tea break, shall I boil the kettle and we can try them?”
 
A few minutes later they were sipping tea and tasting Jen’s home baking.
 
“Now come on, don’t keep me in suspense,” said Jen.
 
“Sorry?” asked Krystal.
 
“There was a huge smile on your face when you walked in,” teased Jen, “so come on, share!”
 
Krystal blushed, “Oh just…”  
 
Jen raised an eyebrow, “Just what?”
 
Krystal laughed, “Promise you won’t tell?”
 
Jen nodded, “This is me you’re talking to, all girls stick together remember? So spit it out, it’s obviously something good!”
 
Krystal looked around, as though checking nobody was listening.
 
“I’ve just seen part of an exercise….”
 
“And?”
 
“The male recruits were all… nude!” Krystal leaned back.
 
“Wow, completely…?” Jen made a gesture down her front with her hands.
 
Krystal nodded, “Not a stitch on, full frontal.”
 
Jen leaned forward, “Go on, you‘re making me jealous!”
 
“Some of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen,” said Krystal.
 
“What were they doing?”
 
“They had cold water thrown over them and had to answer questions, showing everything they’d got!”
 
“Dicks and balls?” asked Jen.
 
“Everything!”  
 
Krystal looked at Jen, and they both giggled like naughty schoolgirls.
 
“Who else was there?” asked Jen.
 
“Sergeants Price and Shaw, and two female privates.”
 
“They don’t bother about the guys modesty do they! Ha, lucky you,“ laughed Jen, “and they let you watch the whole thing?”
 
“I was supposed to be supervising the contractors, but I couldn’t take my eyes of them.” Krystal looked guilty.
 
“I’m not surprised! Which group was it?”  
 
“Section A.”
 
Jen thought for a moment, “No way! Isn’t there a guy with a really big..?” she made a whistling sound.
 
Krystal nodded, “Craig Mazelle, he’s gorgeous. And not an ounce of fat on him.”
 
“Fantastic!” said Jen, “I heard two female recruits talking about one of the guys in the Mess Hall. They’ve nicknamed him six-pack donkey-dick!”
 
Krystal laughed, “That’s got to be Mazelle!”
 
“I must see that someday!” said Jen, a huge smile on her face, “What are the others like?”
 
“There’s a really tall one with beautiful legs,” Krystal lowered her voice and leaned forward, “And he was starting to get it up.”
 
Jen nearly spat her tea out, “No!”
 
Krystal nodded, “Not full-on, just a little excited.”
 
Jen’s eyes widened, “What’s his name?”
 
“Alistair Gray,” replied Krystal, “and there’s one called Alexander…”  
 
Jen put down her cup, “No no, back to Gray. How ‘up’ was it?”
 
Krystal thought for a moment, then held out her hand and raised a finger slightly. Jen giggled.
 
Unaware that they were being discussed, the recruits were standing to attention and being shouted at by Sergeant Price. They were still nude, with slime dripping from their bodies.
 
“I’d expect more resistance from a group of schoolgirls! A bit of cold water and you’re reduced to shivering, gibbering idiots! Get yourselves cleaned up!”
 
Sergeant Shaw wheeled a large piece of equipment into the open space. It was a long metal tube, held above head height by a stand at each end, mounted on wheels. Curved spouts were attached to the tube and a long hose connected it to a wall mounted tap. It was a mobile shower, realised Craig.
 
“Privates, I want you to make sure every trace of the slime is removed from the recruits!” ordered Sergeant Price, “Don’t allow them to step away from the shower until they’re completely clean. Recruits move!”
 
Sergeant Shaw turned the tap on and water poured from the spouts. Private O’Connor and Private Wilkins took a position at each end of the shower, while the naked men stood under the water, thankful it was warm. Sergeant Shaw handed one recruit a bottle of shower gel, with instructions to pass it on down the line. The prospect of being warm and clean made Craig eagerly wash his body, not caring who was watching. Thinking they deserved a little privacy for this part, Amy averted her eyes.
 
“Private Wilkins!” roared Sergeant Price, “Why aren’t you looking at the recruits?”
 
“I thought they might want some privacy Sergeant!”
 
“They don’t need privacy and you were given an order! In a real life situation that slime could be a toxic chemical they’re washing off. Their welfare is your concern, not whether you can see their bollocks! Do you understand?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
“Ten push ups, now!”
 
Amy dropped to the floor and started exercising.  
 
“You should be used to looking at them, Private Wilkins. I want you to walk down the line and inspect their cocks. You will shout out whether they are circumcised or have foreskin. Recruits, put your hands on your heads and spread your legs!”
 
The nine men stood under the running water, legs apart and hands out of the way. Amy hesitated. Although she’d seen them all nude, actually ‘inspecting’ them by herself was a little more embarrassing. It felt as though every guy was watching the expression on her face. She started by looking at Craig’s.
 
“Circumcised,” she began, then moved to Alistair, “Foreskin.”
 
She worked her way along the line, shouting out the personal details of each man. When she reached the end she stood to attention and Sergeant Price nodded.
 
“Recruits, swap places with the man next to you. Private Wilkins, repeat the exercise!”
 
“Foreskin, circumcised, foreskin, foreskin, circumcised…” shouted Amy.  
 
“Recruits,” ordered Sergeant Price, “Swap places and squat, arms out. Private Wilkins, again!”
 
For the third time, Amy shouted out her observations.
 
“Do any of the recruits have anything you’ve not seen?” demanded Sergeant Price.
 
“No Sergeant!”
 
Sergeant Price nodded to Sergeant Shaw, who turned off the water and handed out some small white towels.
 
“Get dry,” she told the recruits.  
 
Craig rubbed away, reflecting that the army towels never seemed big enough to do the job properly.
 
“Drop your towels and stand in the X position, arms and legs spread.” ordered Sergeant Shaw, “Private O’Connor! Inspect the men from all angles and make sure the slime has been removed.”
 
Private O’Connor was enjoying herself. She walked slowly up and down the line, looking under their arms, between their legs, between their toes, around their penises and balls. A thought occurred to her and she turned to Sergeant Shaw.
 
“Sergeant, how do I check between their buttocks?” she asked, an innocent expression on her face.
 
Alistair looked up, surely they wouldn’t have to do that! He caught Private O’Connor’s eye, and she winked at him.
 
“Well done Private O’Connor!” said Sergeant Shaw, “Recruits: bend forward, place your hands on your backsides and part your buttocks!”
 
Private O’Connor walked once more along the line of embarrassed men, who couldn’t even keep that part of their anatomy hidden. It had been bad enough exposing it during the medical, thought Alistair, but doing it here was far worse.
 
“They’re all clean Sergeant!”
 
“Put your jockstraps and running shoes on,” ordered Sergeant Price.
 
Before he picked up his jockstrap, Craig raised his hand.
 
“Sergeant?”
 
“Yes, Recruit Mazelle?” asked Sergeant Shaw.
 
“I was.. we were wondering about Recruit Lawson Sergeant?”
 
“Why?”  
 
Craig wondered whether he’d made another mistake, but it was too late to stop now.
 
“He’s part of our Section Sergeant, we’re a man short.”
 
Private O’Connor was looking at Craig’s body. He was still totally nude as he spoke to the Sergeant, showing his penis to everyone.
 
“Recruit Lawson is completing his punishment,” said Sergeant Shaw, “and will rejoin you tomorrow. Now get dressed Mazelle.”
 
“Yes Sergeant, thank you Sergeant.”
 
Craig stepped into his jockstrap and pulled it up.
 
In an office somewhere in the main building, Recruit Lawson was naked. He stood to attention, facing Sergeant Forbes and another female Sergeant called Hill. Some bruises on his buttocks showed where he’d been whipped. He was reading from a card.
 
“I solemnly swear to support and defend my country against all enemies. I will uphold the lawful authority to which I am subject and fulfil the demands of the legally constituted Government. I swear to obey the orders of the officers appointed over me at all times and in all circumstances. I will abide by the regulations laid down and place the obedience I owe to my superiors before any conflicting loyalty to myself or to others. I give up my rights as a free individual and swear to accept all discipline necessary to ensure my obedience.”
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 21 added
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Thank you for another wonderful chapter, C_J!
This one gives us a hint of what women talk about after a CFNM experience.  Grin
 
 
on Jun 10th, 2010, 5:36pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:

“They had cold water thrown over them and had to answer questions, showing everything they’d got!”
 
“Dicks and balls?” asked Jen.
 
“Everything!”  
 

 
I am curious: is this why they call new recruits, "Privates"?  Wink
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« Reply #76 on: Jun 15th, 2010, 5:48pm »
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Chilled Jill: I echo others - this is your best story so far. Yes, those of us who were in the Army know that it's not like that at all regards nudity and female presence, but the fantasy is first class because the reasons given for these things are almost plausible. The way you portray the army attitudes to discipline and its total lack of concern about new recruits' feelings are certainly accurate.  
 
One minor inaccuracy, though, surprises me - your description of the "short arms inspection" - because the real thing was actually more embarrassing than you've portrayed it. In your version the men simply stand in front of the inspecting officer and lift their penises for a visual inspection. That's not how it was done.  
 
The SAI was devised to detect venereal disease and required the examinee to "milk" his cock by making a circle of his thumb and first finger at the base of the penis and squeezing it towards the tip. Circumcised men had to retract their foreskins before doing this. If any fluid came from this milking, this indicated that the soldier had VD. "Skin it back and milk it down" was one form of order given for this.
 
Medically it was completely unsound: it could only detect one kind of VD and long before he got to the stage of producing this fluid, the soldier would have found peeing so painful that he would have gone to the doctor for treatment anyway. It was thought by many to be just another form of harassment and humiliation inflicted on the troops.
 
The SAI was dropped after the Viet Nam war. For more background on this, go to
http://www.military-quotes.com/forum/origin-term-short-arm-inspection-t1 161.html
 
If you amend your story to reflect this actual milking procedure, I'm sure that your fertile imagination could make the procedure even more embarrassing than it was!   Shocked
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 22 added
« Reply #77 on: Jun 15th, 2010, 7:09pm »
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Thank you for the feedback  Kiss (and the information about short arm inspections!)
 
I've got a scene coming up in a later chapter where the men have to do something else with their penises, so I might add a bit to that  Grin
 
Meanwhile... if the men are hoping for a little privacy and modesty, they ought to know better Wink
 
Part 23
 
After returning to their barracks and changing into freshly laundered running vests and shorts, the recruits walked across the parade ground. A group of female recruits were doing running and jumping exercises on one side. The men glanced at the young women in t-shirts and shorts, some had lovely legs thought Craig.  
 
“Far too slow!” shouted Sergeant Price as they entered the gym, “Line up!”
 
Exchanging worried glances, they all stood to attention. Sergeant Shaw had her arms folded and a disapproving look on her face. There was no sign of the female privates, presumably off doing another duty.
 
“Recruit Napier! Step forward!” snapped Sergeant Price.
 
James Napier took a step forward, staring straight ahead. The male Sergeant stood just inches away from him.
 
“What were your orders?”
 
“To change into running gear and come to the gym Sergeant!”
 
“Wrong! Down on your knees, hands on your head! Recruit Gray, step forward!”
 
Alistair resigned himself to joining James on the floor. Sergeant Price paced up and down.
 
“What were your orders?”
 
“Return to barracks, get sports gear on, get to the gym fast Sergeant!”
 
“Correct! Fast does not mean walking across the parade ground, does it Recruit Gray?”
 
“No Sergeant, sorry Sergeant!”
 
“They obviously need to practice running,” said Sergeant Shaw.  
 
“Outside!” ordered Sergeant Price, “Line up at the far edge of the parade ground! Move!”
 
Outside the men stood to attention.
 
“This is a relay race,” said Sergeant Shaw, “you will run into the gym one at a time, leave your vest there and run back here. If I’m not satisfied with your speed we will repeat the exercise. Mazelle, you’re first. Go!”
 
Craig was a good runner, he sprinted across the parade ground and into the gym. He hauled his vest off without stopping, dropped it to the floor and ran back outside with a bare chest. He skidded to a halt and stood to attention, aware that the female recruits were looking over between jumps to see what was happening
 
Alistair was next, his long legs carrying him swiftly and gracefully. His time was slightly quicker than Craig’s and he was back, standing next to him stripped to the waist. Most of the other recruits were slightly slower, but soon the whole line up was shirtless.  
 
“Pathetic!” snapped Sergeant Shaw, “Do it again, this time socks!”  
 
Craig ran, slightly delayed in the gym by taking his running shoes off in order to remove his socks. He rammed his feet back into his shoes and raced outside. Alistair was ready to go and set off as soon as Craig rejoined the line. When all the men had taken their socks off, Sergeant Shaw paced up and down.
 
“Better, but not nearly good enough!” she said, “Again, this time your shorts. Move!”
 
On the far side of the parade ground, Sarah and Katy waited their turn to do a long jump.  
 
“They’re making them strip,” whispered Sarah.
 
“Good,” said Katy, “hope they go all the way, that‘s Mazelle at the end. You know, six-pack-donkey-dick!”
 
“Stop talking!” said their PT Instructor, a middle aged woman called Marlowe, “It’s just the men doing an exercise. Concentrate on yours!”
 
“Sorry ma’am,” said Katy, bending to touch her toes.  
 
PTI Marlowe turned her head to see what the male recruits were doing. She wondered which one had the six pack and other attributes.
 
Craig rejoined the line up as Alistair set off running. Standing in just his underpants and running shoes, Craig wondered how far this exercise would go.  
 
In the Mess Hall, one of the young women assistants beckoned her colleague to join her at the window. They could just see the far end of the parade ground.  
 
“They’re down to their briefs now,” she said brightly.
 
“Wow,” said the other, “oh look, it’s the guy with the six pack. Apparently he’s got a really big wang!”
 
In her office, overlooking the parade ground, Sergeant Hill was standing by the window and rubbing her aching back. She hated sitting behind a desk doing paperwork, and longed to be actively training recruits again. She just needed a certificate from the medical officer, who she felt was being over cautious. She reached inside a cupboard and pulled out an old pair of binoculars. A nice parade of male bodies, she thought, the one in the little grey briefs looked very fit and healthy, impressive bulge too. She wondered if that’s who everyone had been talking about, now what was his name, began with M.
 
On the parade ground, Sergeant Shaw looked along the line of men standing to attention, and wearing just their underwear.  
 
“Is that the best you can do?” she taunted, “Underpants off this time, move!”
 
Craig ran to the gym. Inside, he dropped his briefs quickly to his ankles and pulled them off over his running shoes. With no time to lose, he added them to the pile of clothes and ran outside, wondering if he should cover his manhood. That would probably slow him down, he thought, and they’d only make him stand to attention anyway so there was no point. Penis swinging from side to side, he ran across the parade ground and rejoined the line up. He stood to attention, like the other men, but full frontal. He took deep breaths in an effort to control his nerves and stop himself blushing. Fortunately, the female recruits were facing the other way, so at least nobody was looking he thought.
 
In the Mess Hall, one of the two assistants let out a slow whistle. The other giggled.
 
“Now that’s what I call a wang!” joked the first one.
 
“He’s not bothered about showing it off,” laughed the other, “they say the men don’t care about modesty.”
 
Upstairs in the main building, Sergeant Hill adjusted her binoculars. Yes, she thought, that’s six-pack-donkey-dick alright! What a fabulous body, and the tall guy next to him had a nice one too.  
 
On the parade ground, PTI Marlowe made the female recruits line up facing away from the male recruits. Which meant that when she spoke to them, she was looking towards the naked men.  
 
“That was a half hearted performance,” she complained, “This is the army, not a school sports day. I expect much better! Twenty push ups, now!”
 
The female recruits dropped to the floor and started exercising, while PTI Marlowe watched them. Her eyes casually drifted towards the men from time to time, after all it was her duty to ensure they didn’t disrupt her recruits. A brief scan along the line of nude men told her which one was Mazelle.  
 
“An improvement,” said Sergeant Shaw, looking at the line of full frontal nudes, “but I can see we will have to repeat this training. In the meantime, go to the gym so we can start the exercise we’re supposed to be doing. Move and I mean run!”  
 
Nine naked men ran across the parade ground, just as the female recruits were standing up. All eyes followed the swinging penises and bare bottoms. Sergeants Shaw and Price jogged after the men.  
 
Slightly disappointed, the two catering assistants turned away from the window and went to check on the soup.  
 
Sergeant Hill replaced her binoculars in the cupboard and picked up the telephone.  
 
“Put me through to admin. Thank you.”  
 
She leaned on the edge of her desk, toying with some paperclips while she waited for the call to be connected.
 
“Hello, yes, Sergeant Hill here. Can you get me copies of the new recruits medical records. Yes, this week’s intake. No, male only. Thanks.”
 
In the gym, the male recruits were still naked while Sergeant Price explained the next task. They were behind schedule and that displeased him.
 
“This,” he said, holding up a rucksack, “is a weighted object. It will be strapped to your back while you take a long walk. The more you annoy me the longer the walk will be. Do I make myself clear?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!” shouted nine naked men.
 
“There’s one each, but before we fasten you into them get some clothes on - I’m tired of seeing you naked. Underpants and shorts will do. Now!”
 
The men ran to their discarded clothes and quickly pulled their underwear on over their shoes, then their shorts. As soon as they stood up straight, the two Sergeants helped them put the rucksacks on. It was heavy, thought Craig, but he’d carried greater weights. The material was a little rough on his bare back but he could deal with that. The two straps were linked by cross pieces that clipped into place across his bare chest.  
 
“You do not remove these without permission,” said Sergeant Shaw, “The aim of the exercise is to place you under strain.”
 
Sergeant Price fastened the last man into his rucksack, then shouted: “All of you outside. Follow me. Move!”
 
He led them from the gym, across the parade ground, down the side of the main building and towards the barriers and gates. Craig remembered how far the entrance was from the main road. The coach which brought him here had turned into a driveway and passed through one set of gates controlled by armed guards. It then followed a long road to another set of gates with more soldiers on duty. A further stretch of road brought it to these gates and barriers. He wondered how much of that road they had to walk down. Although the rucksack was bearable, he knew that it would feel heavier the further he walked. He found himself praying that nobody would annoy the Sergeants.
 
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on Jun 15th, 2010, 7:09pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:
“This is a relay race,” said Sergeant Shaw, “you will run into the gym one at a time, leave your vest there and run back here. If I’m not satisfied with your speed we will repeat the exercise. Mazelle, you’re first. Go!”

 
This is classic Chilled_Jill writing! You enjoyed making the poor boys run and strip, didn't you?  Shocked
 
I like the way the sergeants let them get dressed and then strip them again - much more embarrassing than keeping them naked all the time!  Grin
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This is classic Chilled_Jill writing! You enjoyed making the poor boys run and strip, didn't you?  Shocked
 
I like the way the sergeants let them get dressed and then strip them again - much more embarrassing than keeping them naked all the time!  Grin

 Grin  Thank you  Kiss
 
I enjoy having men strip for me Wink When I watch a stripshow, a lot of the fun and excitement is about how he takes his clothes off and not just about the fact he ends up nude.  
 
For the recruits, dressing and undressing is an essential part of their training Grin
 
 
Part 24
 
Bare chests and legs on show, the recruits were marched to the first set of gates. Sergeant Price was in the lead, followed by the recruits, with Sergeant Shaw at the rear. Two female soldiers were on duty at the gates. Craig looked longingly at their rifles, hoping it wouldn’t be long before he could try one for real.  
 
“Recruits from Section A on an exercise!” announced Sergeant Price as he approached.
 
One of the female soldiers lifted the barriers to allow them to pass.  
 
“Two Sergeants and nine recruits,” said the other soldier as she counted them.  
 
Craig felt sure they were both looking at his body, and he wondered what they were thinking. No doubt they see all the male recruits half dressed, he thought, in fact probably naked. He would have to get used to the idea that being a man meant privacy, modesty and shyness were not allowed. How unfair that the most he got to see was the occasional female leg in shorts or skirts. As he marched after Sergeant Price, he wriggled slightly to try and make the rucksack more comfortable.  
 
One of the female soldiers went into the little cabin and picked up the radio, while the other lowered the barriers.
 
“Gate 3 to Gate 2,” she said into the handset , “Two Sergeants and nine recruits from Section A heading your way. Over.”
 
“Message understood, over and out,” came the reply.
 
She stepped outside again and turned to her colleague.
 
“Did you see Mazelle’s body?” she whistled softly, “Isn’t he gorgeous!”
 
“Wouldn’t mind pinning him down in a strip cell!” replied the other, “I’ve heard he got a major league hard on during his medical, someone had to hit it with a ruler!”
 
“I’m not surprised, they have to be completely naked throughout. I hope she measured it first!”
 
“Probably too big for her ruler, that‘s why she hit it!”  
 
Unaware that his penis was being discussed, Craig was doing his best to ignore the weight on his back. A couple of the other recruits were starting to realise how heavy the rucksacks were, as they were marched down the long stretch of road. James Napier kept trying to adjust his.  
 
“If it’s starting to feel uncomfortable already,” said Sergeant Shaw, “imagine what it will feel like when your legs are tired.”
 
Craig thought back to her comment about “breaking” them. Clearly the process was underway. Sergeant Price had increased his pace, forcing the recruits to speed up. Craig wanted to whistle to take his mind off it, but thought that might annoy the Sergeants. After what felt like a very long walk, they reached the next set of gates. The scenery had gradually changed from tidily cut grass and military neatness to more of a country lane, but the signs made it clear they were still on army property.
 
Sergeant Price informed the soldiers in charge of Gate 2 which Section this was, and they raised the barriers for them. One of the soldiers used her radio to advise Gate 3 that the party had arrived, and to forewarn Gate 1 that they were on their way.
 
“The one behind Sergeant Price was six-pack-donkey-dick,” said one of the soldiers when Section A was out of earshot.
 
“I know,” replied the other, “I saw him in a jockstrap this morning when I looked out of the window. Amazing ass!”
 
The recruits turned a corner, the road was now lined with trees. Alistair bit his lip.
 
“Sergeant!” he called.  
 
“Yes?” asked Sergeant Shaw, moving alongside him.
 
“I, er, need a pee Sergeant. Sorry Sergeant.”
 
“No problem recruit. Sergeant Price - please halt!”
 
Sergeant Price stopped immediately, forcing Craig and the others to jerk to a standstill.  
 
“Yes Sergeant Shaw?”
 
“It seems we need a toilet break.”
 
“Very well,” said Sergeant Price, surprising the recruits with his calm manner and lack of shouting, “Who needs a pee?”
 
Alistair, Craig and two others raised their hands.
 
“You four line up,” said Sergeant Shaw, “and face the side of the road. Drop your shorts and underpants to your ankles and get on with it.”
 
Alistair looked nervously at Craig. Sergeant Shaw was standing with her arms folded.
 
“When you’re in bed,” said Sergeant Price, “your dicks are for entertainment. During the day they’re for more basic functions. Get them out and pee, we don’t have time to waste!”
 
Reluctantly, the men started to lower their shorts. Craig was surprised how desperately he needed to go, the rucksack had been distracting him. Oh well, he thought, if Sergeant Shaw was going to watch there was nothing he could do about it. He dropped his shorts and slid his briefs down, which was a little awkward because of the weight of the rucksack. He held his penis with one hand and waited a few seconds. The rush of liquid down his tubes was a welcome relief, he did a long steady stream. The pleasure of urinating was worth the embarrassment of other people watching. No doubt the other recruits would need to go at some stage, so he was just getting the experience over with.  
 
As soon as they heard the sound of Craig peeing, two more recruits joined the line up and dropped their shorts and underwear. Soon, six male recruits were relieving themselves. Craig finished first, gave his penis a good shake to make sure it was empty, then pulled his underwear and shorts back up. When they had all finished, their long march resumed. Alistair wondered how many more embarrassing moments there could possibly be. But then, he thought, if someone had told him two days ago that he’d be able to stand virtually naked and pee in front of a woman he wouldn’t have believed them. His life was changing rapidly.  
 
When they reached the last gates, they didn’t pass through them but halted.
 
“Turn around!” ordered Sergeant Price, “and run back to the gym! Move!”
 
Surprised, Craig turned and started running. The rucksack was really dragging on his upper body now, but he wasn’t going to let anyone down. Some of the other recruits jogged rather than ran, and two of them could manage little more than quick walking. Sergeant Price was astonishingly fit. There was more than thirty years difference in their ages but Craig had to work hard to keep up. Admittedly the Sergeant wasn’t carrying a heavy weight on his back, but even so, the two of them were far ahead of the rest of the Section.
 
“Legs up Mazelle, keep at it,” encouraged the Sergeant, “You’re doing well lad, proud of you!”
 
“Thank you Sergeant!”  
 
Craig was surprised how much he valued praise from this tough, seasoned soldier. It seemed to make all the shouting and humiliation worth it.  
 
“Knuckle down, get some more discipline and you’ll make a good soldier. Keep those legs moving!”
 
The gates were opened for them as they approached, and the female soldiers studied the pounding muscles in Craig’s body as he raced past. Before long they reached the gym, both of them leaning against the wall to recover. Sergeant Price unfastened Craig’s rucksack and helped him out of it, there were red marks where the straps had been.  
 
“Strip off and get in the shower,” said the Sergeant.
 
Craig went through the door into the male changing room, longing to be under the water. He kicked his running shoes off behind the perspex partition and hurriedly removed his shorts and briefs. A few seconds later he was relaxing as the soothing warm water soaked his body, closing his eyes to let it run all over his face.
 
He heard voices and opened one eye, expecting to see Alistair and the others. The door was wide open and the female recruits who’d been exercising on the parade ground walked in, heading for their private changing room. And he was standing there, completely naked. Instinctively he covered his penis, realising he was wasting his time since they’d just seen it. In fact, these were the same young women who’d watched him being weighed in the nude.  
 
“Get a move on,” said PTI Marlowe, entering the room.
 
She gave Craig a casual glance and followed the female recruits through the other door. Just behind her came the male recruits, now free from their rucksacks. Craig shrugged, there was nothing he could do about his nudity, and carried on rinsing his hair. Sergeant Shaw walked in.
 
“When you’re clean,” she said, “just put your shorts on and come into the gym. Place your underpants in the laundry basket with the towels.”  
 
The rest of the recruits showered quickly, they all dried themselves and put their shorts on. They were back in the gym when the female recruits emerged and left the building. The men lined up while Sergeant Price criticised their performance in the rucksack exercise.
 
“You’re a bunch of half men!” he snapped, “I’m more than twice your age and I made it back faster than most of you!”
 
Outside, Katy nudged Sarah.
 
“He looks gorgeous when he’s wet! Did you notice how neatly trimmed his pubes are?”
 
They giggled and walked away.
 
Back inside, Sergeant Shaw placed a step-up box in the middle of the floor. They all knew what was coming next.  
 
“Short arm inspections,” said the female Sergeant, “then you can get dressed and go to the Mess Hall for lunch. Take your shorts off.”
 
As he stood naked in front of Sergeant Shaw and showed her his penis, Craig reflected on a very strange morning of highs and lows. He wondered how soon it would all start to feel normal. An amusing thought occurred to him, as well as showing Sergeant Shaw his penis, he was looking at it himself. Melissa had often told him it was nice, well she called it ’beautiful’ and he had to admit it was a nice size and shape.  
 
“You have an hour and a half for lunch today,” said Sergeant Price, “Make good use of the time, make good use of the lavatory. This afternoon we’re going on a journey so I want you lined up outside the main building in ninety minutes.”
 
 
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A new experience for our recruits now....  Wink  I've enjoyed writing this part  Grin
 
Part 25
 
Wearing running vests, shorts, socks and shoes but feeling self-conscious about not having any underwear on, the recruits went to the Mess Hall for lunch. Craig was desperately hungry and sat down with his chunky soup and bread rolls. The young woman behind the counter had winked at him, filled his bowl higher than the normal level, and slipped three crusty rolls onto his plate.
 
“Need to keep you big and strong,” she said, her eyes wandering over him.
 
Craig had smiled back, it was always good to keep dinner ladies sweet. His eyes wandered around the room, and he looked out of the far window. A piece of bread dropped from his fingers into the soup. From where he was sitting he could see the far side of the parade ground. He looked at the counter where the young woman was wiping up some spills, then back at the window. Had she been in here when they were being disciplined earlier? Had she seen him naked? Was that the reason for the winks and extra food?
 
After lunch and a lie down, the recruits were standing outside the main building, ready for their journey. Their transport was a large green van, the back made of material stretched over a frame. Craig thought it was better suited to carry cattle or equipment, but he supposed that’s how the army viewed them. Sergeants Shaw and Price arrived and the recruits stood to attention. Private Jill Duncan was with them and Craig blushed, remembering how she’d accompanied him during his medical. .  
 
“In the back of the van, move!” said Sergeant Shaw.
 
Private Duncan lowered the flap at the rear of the van, and stood to one side while the men climbed inside. The Sergeants walked to the front of the vehicle. In the back were two long benches rather than seats. Private Duncan climbed in, closed the flap and sat on the end of one of the benches. It was not going to be a comfortable journey, thought Craig.
 
“Have they told you where you’re going?” asked Private Duncan, as the van started moving.  
 
Craig shook his head, “No, just a journey.”
 
Private Duncan nodded wisely, “Ah…”
 
“Do you know?” asked Alistair, as the van lurched to the left.
 
She paused for a moment, then replied: “Oh yes. It should be very interesting. Sorry but I can’t say any more or I‘ll be in trouble.””
 
For the rest of the journey, the recruits sat in subdued silence. The van came to a halt and they heard Sergeant Shaw’s voice.
 
“Out of the van and line up!”
 
Private Duncan lowered the flap and stepped out first, standing to one side while the recruits emerged. Craig looked around. They were in a car park outside a low, white building. It looked like an old fashioned hospital. Sergeant Price stood facing the recruits.  
 
“The army is not just concerned for your well being, but also the continuation of your family line,” he said, “To ensure that you can still father children in the event of any harm to your testicles, you will provide several sperm samples. The first one is today, so follow me.”
 
Craig stared blankly at the back of Sergeant Price as he followed him. He heard gasps and shocked whispers from the others as Sergeant Shaw and Private Duncan followed them into the building. Craig had never given a sperm sample before, but he’d heard people talk about it and knew the jokes. There was, as far as he knew, only one way to provide a sample but surely they’d have some privacy for that.
 
Inside, they were taken to a large room with two distinct sections. One side was a waiting area with seats facing windows overlooking a lawn. The other side had a number of tables and a hospital screen, one of the old fashioned ‘curtain-on-wheels’ type. Several medical staff stood or sat by the tables. Opposite the seats and with a view of the whole room was a curved reception desk, behind which sat three women. Each had a name badge. June was forty, Louise late twenties and Gemma was nineteen. The two younger women were typing on computers, updating paper forms and labelling bottles.  
 
“Good afternoon Sergeants,” said June brightly, “We‘re all ready for you.”
 
“Thank you, Recruits line up along the wall,” said Sergeant Shaw.
 
Craig realised this would put them in direct view of the women behind the desk, but then the whole room was visible from there. Except whatever was behind the screen and for some reason his eyes were drawn to that.
 
“Take off your clothes,” said Sergeant Shaw, “and stand to attention.”
 
Craig drew a deep breath, the women behind the desk were going to see him naked. Why did everyone always want him naked, he wondered.
 
Behind the desk, Gemma looked at her computer. Although not directly looking at them, she could still watch the recruits strip naked. Louise was writing on green forms. Every so often she picked up another form and her eyes wandered around the room. June checked a list.
 
“Sergeant Shaw? There seems to be one missing?” said June.
 
“Ah yes, Recruit Lawson. He’ll be done in the next batch.”
 
Craig kicked off his running shoes and pulled his socks off. He could feel himself blushing as he took his vest off, wondering if everyone in the room knew what was going to happen. He almost turned to the desk to see what Sergeant Shaw was up to, but decided that avoiding eye contact with the administrators might save him some embarrassment.  
 
“Get a move on!” shouted Sergeant Price, “Clothes off!”
 
Craig lowered his shorts and stepped out of them, then stood to attention. He was naked and doing a full frontal for the whole room to see. He concentrated on staring out of the windows. Gemma pressed an arrow key on her computer, but her attention was on the recruits. This was a much better group than they’d had in the morning, the first one to get naked was a real stud! He had a wonderfully defined body, firm pecs, a six pack stomach, gorgeous thighs. She’d held her breath as he took his shorts off, he had no underwear on which surprised her. His penis was a lovely shape and circumcised, and he had quite large testicles.  
 
Louise turned over a form, casually glancing up. Her mouth twitched into a smile when she saw the gorgeous bodies of the first two recruits. One was tall and lean, long legs and a cute semi-erect penis with its foreskin partially drawn back. He had nice, neat balls. Next to him was a more muscular guy with a six pack and firm thighs, and a long circumcised penis resting on larger balls.
 
June made some notes on her list, then smiled and looked along the line of naked men.  
 
“Right, we’re ready to begin when you are.”  
 
“First three over here,” said Sergeant Price, “Collect your green forms and bottles then line up at table one.”
 
Nude and full frontal, Craig, Alistair and Taylor walked over to the reception desk. Louise handed them one form each from her pile, Gemma gave them small plastic bottles with their names printed on the side, and June crossed through their names on her list. During this process, Alistair’s semi erect penis was only inches away from Gemma, while Craig‘s hung in front of Louise. Taylor had turned slightly so June saw a side view of his dangly penis. Sergeant Price called for the next three recruits, who were allocated to table two.  
 
Meanwhile, Sergeant Shaw was talking quietly to Private Duncan.
 
“When they’ve been examined,” she explained, “they masturbate behind that screen and produce a sperm sample. Some recruits have resisted, so your job is to block their escape or restrain them. That’s why we use this room, it’s not ideal but there’s only one door. I don’t think we’ll have any difficulties with this Section but you can never tell. Men get quite lively when they’re aroused.”
 
Private Duncan nodded slowly, “What if they simply refuse to, um, perform?”
 
“That would be disobeying an order, but remember this is for their benefit. I know of two soldiers who have children conceived from sperm samples. One was injured and couldn’t produce sperm any more, I’m not sure about the other.”
 
“It must be embarrassing for them?”
 
“I don’t see why, it‘s natural for men to do it. They‘ll probably enjoy themselves.”    
 
With his penis swaying, Craig led the way across the room to a table marked number one. A male doctor sat beside the table, while three female nurses stood next to him. Craig stood facing the doctor, arms by his sides. Alistair and Taylor stood a little distance behind him.  
 
“Name?”  demanded Dr Ellis, holding out his hand for the green form and bottle.
 
“Recruit Mazelle Sir!” replied Craig swiftly, handing over the items.  
 
Dr Ellis placed the bottle on the table and passed the form to the nearest nurse, an attractive young woman whose name tag read ‘Nurse Velasco’. She made notes as he asked Craig about sexually transmitted infections, pain or discomfort in his genitals or any discharges from his penis. Craig answered no to everything.  
 
“When did you last have sexual intercourse and with whom?” asked Dr Ellis.
 
Nurse Velasco looked up from her writing, one eyebrow raised. Craig hesitated, he didn’t want to have to reveal his intimate secrets in front of three young nurses. Dr Ellis repeated the question.
 
“Sunday morning, with my girlfriend sir.” Craig blushed, the memory of making love to Melissa was causing him to have an erection. It had been really slow, almost lazy sex and she’d complimented him on how long he lasted!
 
“Vagina penetration or anal?”
 
Craig blushed even more deeply as he thought about the feel of Melissa’s body. He was becoming very erect and wondered if he ought to cover it, before someone attacked him with a ruler.  
 
“Vagina sir.”  
 
“Was it protected or unprotected sex?”
 
“I wore a condom sir.”
 
“And when was your last ejaculation?”
 
“Last night sir.”
 
“Intentional masturbation or involuntary orgasm, such as a wet dream?”
 
“Intentional sir.”
 
“Right, hold your penis at the base with your finger and thumb. Then squeezing quite firmly, slide your finger and thumb right the way up your shaft to the tip.”
 
Craig blinked. That was almost wanking! Feeling as though everyone was watching, he gripped his penis. As he slid his hand upwards, he developed his full erection. His thighs tensed when he reached his glans.  
 
From where she was sitting, Gemma could see recruit Mazelle. He was having a boner!  And a big one! She’d seen several erections today but his was particularly impressive. The tall guy behind him was developing a good stiff one too.  
 
“No discharge,” said Dr Ellis, “ Right, open your legs.”  
 
Craig parted his thighs, knowing what was next, and looked down at his erect penis.
 
“Sorry,” he said.
 
“It’s perfectly normal,” said Dr Ellis, “and you’ll need that soon.”  
 
He placed a hand under Craig’s testicles and gently rolled each one between finger and thumb.  
 
“They’re fine. Go with nurse Velasco and produce a sperm sample.”
 
The nurse picked up Craig’s bottle and led him across the room. He felt very self-conscious about his erection. Another nurse stood next to the screen, gazing at the ceiling. Meanwhile, at the three tables other male recruits were at various stages of their intimate examinations. As Craig approached the screen, he could hear a noise. It was skin rubbing against skin and soft moans - someone was masturbating already! He looked nervously at nurse Velasco but she just smiled back.
 
“Someone’s behind there…” he said.
 
“Don’t worry,” she replied, with a very sexy accent, “There are two seats.”
 
Craig’s jaw dropped open. He had to wank while sitting next to a fellow recruit who was also wanking.  
 
Nurse Velasco walked behind the screen, with Craig close behind. Recruit James Napier was jerking his hand up and down his erect penis. He looked up, eyes wide, but nurse Velasco ignored him.
 
“Take a seat,” she told Craig, pointing to the empty chair, “Masturbate and catch as much semen in this bottle as you can. When you’re done, clip the lid back. There’s a sink and some tissues to clean yourself. Begin.”
 
She went to stand on the other side of the screen. Craig avoided looking at James, who was bright red from exertion and embarrassment, clearly he hadn’t expected company. Craig took a deep breath to steady his nerves, then started to slide his hand up and down his penis. Knowing two nurses were only a couple of feet away on the other side of the screen, and that the room was full of people, made this the most bizarre and intimidating situation for masturbating he could imagine. At least nobody was actually watching.
 
James gave a little groan and quickly forced his penis into his bottle. Craig could see him writhing from the corner of his eye. Gasping for breath, James sealed his bottle and stood up, a little unsteadily. He made his way to the sink, ran some water onto a tissue, wiped his penis then dried it with another. He rinsed his hands and dropped both tissues into a small bin. He paused for a second, then stepped around the screen.  
 
“You need to take that to the reception desk and sign a form,” said the voice of James Napier’s nurse.  
 
Nurse Velasco appeared around the screen. Craig looked up, his hand half way down his shaft.
 
“Sorry to interrupt,” she said, “I should have checked the name on your bottle. Can you hold it up.”
 
Craig held up his bottle silently, his whole body throbbing with pleasure and excitement. Nurse Velasco nodded.
 
“That’s fine, sorry. Continue.”
 
She went around the screen and out of sight again. Craig shivered with pleasure, that reminded him of a wanking game he played with Melissa where she’d keep interrupting him to delay his orgasm and prolong his pleasure. He started pumping his penis again. He could feel himself edging closer and closer, his hand moved faster and faster. Every muscle felt tight. He couldn’t let go of his penis, he needed to finish himself.  
 
“Take a seat here,” said a female voice.  
 
Craig looked up, still frantically pumping and unable to stop. A nurse was standing directly in front of him and showing Alistair to the empty chair. She ignored Craig, but he knew she could see everything he was doing.
 
“Masturbate fully and release your semen into the bottle, then seal the lid. You can use the sink and tissues to freshen up afterwards.”
 
Alistair looked to his right, Craig looked to his left and they said nothing. Alistair’s nurse moved away to join nurse Velasco out of sight. Suddenly Craig let out a little groan. He forced the bottle onto the end of his penis and started to orgasm. The chair creaked and rocked, one foot banging on the floor as his raw sexuality exploded. Long pumps of thick semen swished into the bottle. He gasped for air.
 
Alistair was wanking slowly and gently, like everything else about him even that had a calm elegance. His hand slid up and down. He glanced sideways at Craig, who was flexing with pleasure, and started to laugh. There was nothing really funny, it was simply a release of tension. Craig looked back at him, despite everything he started to laugh too. It was a new and unique moment and neither of them knew how to react.
 
“Noisy fucker…” said Alistair quietly, grinning.  
 
Craig also had a huge grin on his face as he stood up and went to wipe himself.  
 
“Are you alright?” asked Nurse Velasco, looking around the screen.  
 
Now it was Alistair’s turn to blush.  
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 24 added
« Reply #81 on: Jun 16th, 2010, 6:25pm »
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This story is always very pleasant to read but I am now waiting for some other ordeals for the young male soldiers.
 
A few days after their induction, the recruits must be instructed to report in front of a female nurse ( I presume that in this training camp, a nurse is inevitably a woman ?) to  receive  some shots as it was always in the army, especially for draftees.
The shots can be done at the shoulders, or in the arms or in the bottocks.
 
In the past, they were always done in the buttocks, it was what I experienced myself as a french draftee, even if it was a male nurse who did the shots.
 
I guess that if they had some shots, they will be done in their buttocks after they had line up naked and been instructed to bend over. Sergeant Shaw would give them a rough slap on the buttocks and immediately after, the female nurse would give them one shot. And the same several times if they need to receive several shots.  
 
I think also that they need now or in a few days an other physical to check that they are always fit for this thorough training camp.
this second physical might be performed in group and very thorough as the first one.  
 
Anyway, a check of their weight might be practiced more  frequently. Of course , it would be always done in the nude to allow comparisons of the results.  
 
I think also that an inspection of the training camp by some superior officers, rather women than men since this training camp was only for females before, is likely to come one day.
 
The female officers would be accompanied by a few female secretaries who discovered how the male new recruits are treated as well as all the secrets of the male anatomy of young men.
It would be a treat day for these women always behind a desk without any action!
 
As regards the girlfriend of "Craig", I don't think that it would be a good idea to make her come in the training camp but may be there can be a discussion with all members of her family about how male recruits are treated in the camp now that her sister has seen it.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 25 added
« Reply #82 on: Jun 16th, 2010, 7:17pm »
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Good ideas, Easterman, I like especially the idea of  sectretaries and other office female staff to get a chance to see the boys in the raw. As you say these staff are always stuck in the office and a visit to see how the boys are getting on or to take down notes, or even to see how the camp training is run, would be a good treat for these poor girls.
I also like this situation in a prison because the female guards are used to seeing the men nude on a daily basis, but when a secretary is present to take down notes of a strip search for prisoners at induction I find it especially exciting.  
With the prisoners, or in this case the trainees, humiliated in front of the secretary or office staff is very erotic, especially for the office girls involved. This would certainly be a treat for them.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 25 added
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in my idea, the presence of the female secretaries must be justified, they have obviously to take notes of what the superior officers are saying to note.
 
I think that the inspection can happen the day of the  second physicals of the new recruits and they will be present during all the different parts of the examination  because they have to question  each nurse or doctor or sergeant who were present. some of the nurses are civil persons required especially to come for the  male physicals.
 
After that, they visit the dormitories and accomodations for showers when the male  recruits are taking a shower.
they appreciate that the women recruits have the best locations.  
 
after they ask to watch at some  PE exercices of the male recruits in the gym, they are not surprised that the male recruits are wearing only their jockstraps, thinking that it is better to look at the glutes.
 
at the same time, as they have asked, there is also a group of female recruits who are instructed to do some PE exercices dressed in sport clothes
 
The female officers want to check that the privacy of the female recruits is well respected in all situations now that the training camp is mixed but they do not mind about the privacy of the male recruits, theyare thinking like every superior officer in the army that the male recruits do not need  the respect of their modesty, all what can be used to discipline them more is good!.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 25 added
« Reply #84 on: Jun 17th, 2010, 9:29am »
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I'm still enjoying the hell out of these stories.
 
How's this for a suggested "mental exercise":  The men are some place in formation naked and told *not* to allow themselves to become aroused, and some women (recruits?  Sergeants?  Women from the chow hall?) are allowed to have fun teasing them.  Wink
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 25 added
« Reply #85 on: Jun 17th, 2010, 10:21am »
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Thanks for the ideas and feedback boys  Kiss
 
I've got the next couple of episodes planned, but I might make a few little additions  Wink
 
The recruits are definitely going to get some teasing or comments about how they gave their sperm samples  Grin  
 
And it seems that every bit of Craig's body has been discussed by almost every woman in the training camp  Grin
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« Reply #86 on: Jun 17th, 2010, 3:48pm »
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Funny scene with the two guys next to each other providing samples with the nurse occasionally checking in on them. My mind kept wandering back to the scene in The Right Stuff where the potential astronauts were in the bathroom stall giving their samples.
 
They were a mix of army, navy, air force, and marines. And the rivalries were evident amongst them. One guy starts humming to help him along with his task. The next guy starts humming Wild Blue Yonder (the air force song), followed by another guy doing the Battle Hymn of the Republic (marine corp song). This continues until everyone is singing their respective branch's song. All this while they're working themselves to provide the necessary samples.
 
I did a youtube search for the scene, but didn't have any luck.
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« Reply #87 on: Jun 17th, 2010, 4:08pm »
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Okay.  I may not be a marine, but I do have to defend them here.  
 
The Battle Hymn of the Republic was the song the Union troops had during the civil war.
 
The "Marines' Hymn" is the official hymn of the United States Marine Corps. It is the oldest official song in the United States military.[1] The "Marines' Hymn" is typically sung at the position of attention as a gesture of respect. However, the third verse is also used as a toast during formal events, such as the birthday ball and other ceremonies.
 
 
From the Halls of Montezuma,
To the shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land, and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marine.
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in every clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job
The United States Marines.
Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven’s scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.
 
(All that being said, being a musical sailor, I once lead a choir in singing that hymn to a group of marines who were in formation.  We sang that hymn to the tune of "My Darling, Clementine", and they were about ready to kill us before we fled the scene)
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 25 added
« Reply #88 on: Jun 17th, 2010, 7:43pm »
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You're right. It was the Marine's Hymn they were humming. I just remember Hymn in the name and pulled a brain fart. Sorry bout that.
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« Reply #89 on: Jun 17th, 2010, 8:45pm »
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I'm sorry.  I didn't intend that to be a but-chewing, I meant it to be funny.
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« Reply #90 on: Jun 18th, 2010, 6:22pm »
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Part 26
 
Craig held his sticky penis under the tap with one hand and washed it with the other. It still felt incredibly sensitive and rubbing the cool water around gave him another wave of pleasure.  
 
“Take a seat,” said a soft female voice, delivering another recruit to the masturbating chairs, “and release your semen into the bottle.”  
 
Craig froze in mid-wipe. The nurse glanced at Alistair, still stroking his manhood, but seemed more interested in Craig. Her eyes went straight to his wet penis, as though she was checking he was cleaning it correctly. She stayed long enough to see him grab a dry tissue and start wiping it, then took her position on the other side of the screen. Craig dropped the tissue in the bin and let go of his penis which flopped into place, resting on his scrotum.
 
He picked up his sample bottle, then hesitated. After the embarrassment of the questions and examination he’d felt very turned on. Despite having to do it next to both James and Alistair, the actual masturbation had been intensely pleasurable. But now that it was over, he felt almost ashamed. He’d just wanked in a room full of people. Everyone who saw him would know what he’d just done. They’d seen him with an erection and were now going to see him deflated, and understand why.
 
“Hurry up,” said Nurse Velasco from the other side of the screen.
 
Thinking she was talking to him, Alistair started pumping more rapidly.  
 
Craig gulped, might as well get it over with. When he emerged, the first thing he noticed was two recruits standing to attention along the side wall. They were naked and Private Duncan was watching them, as though they were under guard. They were in full view of the reception desk, showing their dangly post-orgasm penises to everyone.  
 
“Take your sample to the desk and sign the form,” said Nurse Velasco.  
 
The other nurse looked again at Craig’s penis, he didn’t know whether it was professional interest or just female curiosity. He walked across the room with it swaying and uncovered. It was, he thought, safer to show it than risk being shouted at and told to uncover it. But all the time he walked, he was blushing. He imagined every pair of eyes assessing him, judging him, curious about how he’d wanked.    
 
Gemma looked up, her eyes enjoying the fabulous shape of his body. He was superb, the best she’d seen today. She liked the size and shape of his penis, the way he moved, the muscles in his thighs, the six pack stomach, the cute handsome face, the nipples like diamonds on his chest. He was better than any of the guys in this month’s Playgirl.  
 
“Can I have your sperm sample please?” she asked, smiling at him.
 
Craig bit his lip. He found giving urine samples intensely embarrassing, but this was far worse. The only person who’d seen his semen was Melissa. She’d gently tease him after a hand job about how much he produced, the ’mess’ he made, how ’productive’ his balls were. Her teasing made ejaculating even more fun, because he always wondered what she was going to say. Sometimes she just giggled and hugged him. But today he had to hand over the most male thing he could produce to another young woman, a complete stranger, while showing her his penis and testicles. She would see his sperm and where it came from. He placed the little bottle in her hand, blinking back a tear of embarrassment. She looked at the amount of fluid in the bottle, raising an eyebrow as though impressed.  
 
“Craig Mazelle,” she announced, reading the label on the bottle.
 
June made a note on her piece of paper, while Louise searched through the forms on the desk. She slid one towards Craig and held out a pen.
 
“Sign here please,” she said, pointing to a box on the form, “to confirm that the answers you gave the doctor were correct, and that we can keep your sperm sample until further notice.”
 
Craig nodded silently and signed his name.  
 
“There’s one other thing,” continued Louise, “the nurse made a mistake on the form and corrected it. I just need you to initial the alteration.”
 
Craig looked over the form, but couldn’t see any alteration.  
 
“Oh it’s on the back. It’s the question about sexual penetration.”  
 
Craig’s jaw dropped, she’d obviously read every answer he’d given. She knew his sexual history, how he made love to Melissa, when he’d last done it, even when he’d masturbated. And if she knew, the other two women probably did. He turned the form over but he couldn’t concentrate on the words. Louise smiled understandingly and tapped the relevant box. Craig fumbled with the pen and scribbled his initials, then turned away. His face was bright red.  
 
“Recruit Mazelle, stand to attention over here,” said Private Duncan.  
 
Craig joined the line of naked men and stood with his arms by his sides, showing his full frontal nudity to everyone. After a few minutes the last of the recruits had ejaculated and handed their bodily fluid to Gemma. Nine completely naked men stood in a row, all embarrassed, all with drooping penises, all subdued. They looked, thought Private Duncan, as though their genitals had been switched off.  
 
The change in their penises also interested Gemma, who found her job very rewarding. Some of them actually looked slightly longer than they had when they’d first stripped. Perhaps they were more relaxed, or the masturbating had lengthened them for a brief time, or maybe it was just that they looked longer when they hung straight down.  
 
“Put your clothes on and line up in the car park,” ordered Sergeant Price, “Get a move on!”
 
The return journey was completely silent. Private Duncan sat in the back with the men in their vests and shorts. She wanted to start a conversation, but didn’t think she’d get much of a reaction. The van stopped and they heard Sergeant Price’s voice.
 
“Get out and line up!”  
 
They jumped out, to find themselves on the country lane which led to the camp.
 
“After this morning’s disaster,” shouted the Sergeant, “we‘re going to run back to base while Sergeant Shaw and Private Duncan follow in the van.”
 
Craig’s heart sank, he really wasn’t in the mood. After the visit to the hospital he felt humiliated and just wanted to be alone. He didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to cry. All the anger and frustration at not being able to fight back was welling up. The army had stripped him, subjected him to the most embarrassing and degrading medical imaginable, paraded him naked around the camp, made him expose his body over and over again. And even forced him to have an orgasm when they wanted one.  
 
Sergeant Price was pacing up and down.
 
“This run had better be faster!” he shouted, “Now get your vests and shorts off and put them in the van!”
 
Alistair gave Craig a rueful look as they tugged their vests and shorts off. Soon they were all naked except for socks and running shoes. Embarrassed about showing their recently used penises, all the recruits had both hands clasped in front of themselves.  
 
“Stand to attention!” snapped the Sergeant, “Get your dicks out, you’re men not girls! I don’t expect to see anyone covering up between here and the gym, or we’ll come back and start again. Now run!”  
 
Private Duncan was disappointed to be in the van, she could see quite a lot of the recruits but mostly from behind. She wanted to see their penises swinging around.  
 
The two female soldiers guarding the next gate looked up at the sound of an approaching vehicle.
 
“Take a look at that!” said the first one, “And tell me what you see.”
 
“Cock, cock and more cock!” replied the second, a huge smile on her face, “Look at Mazelle’s swinging everywhere!”  
 
Craig’s penis swung from side to side as he ran, his powerful and superbly masculine body looked fabulous stripped off. One of the soldiers picked up the radio while the other raised the barrier.
 
“Gate two to gate three, one van and nine naked dicks approaching. Over.”
 
“Is one of them Mazelle? Over” came the reply.
 
“Yes, six-pack-donkey-dick and daddy-long-legs are neck and neck in the lead, over!”
 
“Message gratefully received, over and out!”
 
Craig saw two female soldiers standing by the gates, their heads moving from side to side as they inspected the whole of Section A. He glanced down at his penis, which was swinging all over as his balls bounced. Sergeant Price was a bastard, he decided, who knew the most humiliating way to punish people. It was as though he enjoyed giving female soldiers a treat, perhaps he got a thrill from their reactions. As Craig ran past the soldiers, he could see them following every move of his manhood.  
 
Krystal was standing next to a car, speaking to an older women through the open window.  
 
“Let me know the date of the visit and I’ll make the arrangements,” she was saying.
 
She heard approaching sounds and looked up. A group of naked men was running across the car park, she recognised them at once. Craig Mazelle passed her, his long penis swinging, followed by eight more naked recruits and the fully dressed Sergeant Price.  
 
“Charming!” said the woman in the car, “They don’t care about showing everything off do they?”
 
Krystal blushed.
 
“No, they’re not shy,” she said, watching their bare bottoms as they disappeared around the corner.
 
“They seem well disciplined,” mused the older woman, “Could we use that section for the visit?”  
 
“Of course,” replied Krystal, amused by the sudden interest.  
 
The recruits ran towards the gym.  
 
“Go through the gym and into the showers!” ordered Sergeant Price.
 
PT Instructor Marlowe was supervising a group of female soldiers using the punch bags in the gym. Suddenly the door opened and a group of nearly naked men jogged in, they only wore shoes and socks. Every pair of eyes turned to follow Craig as he ran across the gym with his long penis swaying. Private Duncan entered carrying a pile of shorts and vests, and she followed the men into their changing room.  
 
“Carry on!” snapped PTI Marlowe, “Don’t stop just because some recruits go past.”
 
Private Duncan put the clothes on the benches while the men took their shoes and socks off. She turned the shower on and stood watching. She’d been told to supervise the recruits, since the Sergeants wanted to involve her in all aspects of their training, so she was simply obeying an order.  
 
Craig stood under the water, letting it sooth away his temper. Through all the embarrassment and humiliation, he found the fact that Private Duncan enjoyed looking at his body quite exciting. He thought back to their previous encounters and felt a tingling sensation in his penis.
 
“When you’ve had a shower,” said Private Duncan, “The Sergeants want you to report to the room where you had your medicals yesterday.”
 
Craig suddenly felt a sinking sensation and his penis went limp.
 
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To be continued…
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 26 added
« Reply #91 on: Jun 23rd, 2010, 11:23pm »
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Loving it as usual, Jill. The commentary from the female recruits is hilarious. Looking forward to reading more!
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« Reply #92 on: Jun 24th, 2010, 4:34am »
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a few more comments :  
 
-I guess that time for shots is now coming as it was always in the army.
may be it is the reason why the recruits must go to the large room for physicals of yesterday.
 
it can be the time also for a new check of their weight.
 
If the military nurses of the training camp are not enough numberous, may be the officers can ask for the occasional help of some young students nurses ( I believe that there is a school nurse close to the training camp ?, it would be a great experience for the girls to learn their job )
 
- I hope that we will have a relation of the arrival at the training camp of "Sam" because he seems to be a little too modest young man, so it would be a good experience for him  to learn discipline and  to overcome his excessive modesty  and to toughen him.
I am sure that his father who seems a man with good sense will think the same,  
may be the father can be present accidentally at some situations after the arrival of his son at  the training camp
 
-I am expecting that the older woman in the car to who was talking with "Krystal " to prepare a visit  in the training camp will come soon. It would be certainly very funny.
may be it is the inspection of the training cam that I have suggested in a message.
 
There is only two things that I do not understand :  
 
- at the first physical, each recruit was accompanied by a private female soldier, so if they were ten guys, there was ten private female soldiers in the large room of examination ,or it is always private Duncan who is now present in many situations, what are doing the others?, why are they never present as private Duncan or instead of her sometimes?
 
- at his arrival, the recruit Craig was first reporting in a room in front of an officer assisted by "Krystal" he was instructed to undress in underwear, which was normal, but when he was asked by the officer  if he was a draftee or a volonteer, he answered that he was a draftee.
 
well, it is more funny in a certain way but some situations are not credible for draftees.  
they are a group of ten recruits only, it is not enough,!
they must be at least  twenty to be credible.
They were examined in the large examination room for their physicals in a group of ten, it is difficult to believe that, draftees were always examined in a more larger group.
they had a dormitory for only ten guys, it is not credible too.
and the same for all situations in gym, swimming pool and so on,  in different training exercices.  
 
it would have been more credible if it would have been a group of volonteers! even if a little less funny.
 
Anyway, I enjoy this story, one of the best I have read.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 26 added
« Reply #93 on: Jun 24th, 2010, 9:30am »
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easter_man - while I understand your concern about realism, I think you're forgetting that this is a work of fiction, and therefore the author is allowed to take certain creative liberties. Let's be honest, there's really no way that this particular scenario would be realistic nowadays - that's part of the reason it's so entertaining. It's a fantasy, and a very good one at that. So, rather than nitpick as to how it could be more realistic, I think we should just sit back and enjoy the ride Jill is taking us on.
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« Reply #94 on: Jun 24th, 2010, 11:50am »
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I would join this army!  Wink
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« Reply #95 on: Jun 24th, 2010, 2:27pm »
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Shocked  I am almost speechless!  Shocked
 
 
on Jun 18th, 2010, 6:22pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:
Craig held his sticky penis under the tap with one hand and washed it with the other. It still felt incredibly sensitive and rubbing the cool water around gave him another wave of pleasure.

I am not as observant as easter_man_10. The only advice I have is that the hospital should invest in indivually wrapped moist towelletes. They are much more sanitary! They would also be quite embarrassing to use in front of a nurse!  Wink
 
 
 
on Jun 18th, 2010, 6:22pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:
The army had stripped him, subjected him to the most embarrassing and degrading medical imaginable, paraded him naked around the camp, made him expose his body over and over again. And even forced him to have an orgasm when they wanted one.

Poor boy!  Cry
 
 
 
on Jun 18th, 2010, 6:22pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:
“Stand to attention!” snapped the Sergeant, “Get your dicks out, you’re men not girls! I don’t expect to see anyone covering up between here and the gym, or we’ll come back and start again. Now run!”  

Woo-hoo! I hope the army is supplying lots of suntan lotion or there will be a lot of roasted wieners!  Cool
 
 
 
on Jun 18th, 2010, 6:22pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:
“They seem well disciplined,” mused the older woman, “Could we use that section for the visit?”

What naughtiness are you planning for poor Craig now??   Grin
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« Reply #96 on: Jun 24th, 2010, 3:00pm »
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This is one of the best storys I read 5 of 5 stars! Hope there will be more........
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« Reply #97 on: Jun 24th, 2010, 3:42pm »
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It may also be funny (since it's a fantasy story anyway) if someone in the mess hall slipped some sort of viagra into the meals the men were eating...
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« Reply #98 on: Jun 24th, 2010, 8:33pm »
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Thanks for the comments and ideas  Grin  I'll see what I can do.
 
But for now...
 
Part 27
 
In a cool, airy office, Sergeant Price sat facing the senior male Officer at the camp while Krystal took notes.  
 
“What about Mazelle?” asked the Officer, stirring his cup of tea.
 
Krystal curled her lip to avoid smiling. He was her favourite and he had a beautiful body. She thought back to when he ran past her in the car park, all his goodies swinging around.  
 
“Extremely fit, the exercise is easy for him,” said Sergeant Price, “but his discipline needs work, I can see the resentment in his face.”
 
Oh yes, thought Krystal, he was definitely fit. She recalled his firm buttocks, perfect thighs, and as for that six-pack and his willy… If a committee of women were asked to design the ideal male body the result would probably be Craig Mazelle!  
 
“Work him much harder,” the Officer continued, “Really pile the pressure on. If he’s simply keeping his temper in check we need to force it out of him, push him beyond breaking point.”
 
Poor Craig, thought Krystal, wondering what they had in mind for him.  
 
Meanwhile, in their running outfits, the recruits walked to the main building. Sergeant Shaw was waiting with Private Duncan. In the middle of the room, facing sideways, was a long desk. Behind it sat three women in important-looking uniforms. They were all aged between thirty and forty. In the far corner a nurse was standing by a table, with her back turned.
 
“Line up!” ordered Sergeant Shaw, “Take your shoes and socks off.”
 
Looking worried, the recruits removed their footwear and stood to attention.
 
“Major Collins, Captain Haywood and Captain Turner are going to inspect you and ask some questions. You will be interviewed one at a time. Recruit Mazelle, stand still, the rest of you follow Private Duncan.”
 
The female Private led eight men through a doorway and Craig started to feel scared.  
 
“Follow me,” said Sergeant Shaw.  
 
She marched Craig towards the officers and saluted when she reached them. A small green mat was on the floor a few feet away from the desk.
 
“Stand to attention on the mat!” ordered the Sergeant.
 
Craig did as he was told, feeling nervous as three faces looked at him. He suddenly felt very aware of how flimsy his shorts were, how much leg they showed, and the fact he wasn’t wearing anything under them. From the corner of his eye he could see the nurse watching.
 
“Full name?” demanded Major Collins.  
 
Craig looked at her, she had lovely dark hair and beautiful bright blue eyes. He felt a stirring between his legs, he hadn’t expected such an attractive officer!
 
“Recruit Craig William Mazelle, ma’am.”
 
“Age?”
 
“Twenty, ma’am!”
 
“Take your shirt off and tense your muscles.”
 
Craig quickly pulled his running vest over his head and dropped it to the floor. He saw their eyes thoroughly examining his bare chest and started to blush. He flexed his muscles, making his chest look incredibly masculine and powerful. The Major nodded to her two Captains and they stood up, walking around Craig, looking closely at his body, studying every detail of his chest, back and arms.  
 
“Twenty push-ups,” said Captain Haywood.
 
Wearing just his shorts, Craig dropped to the floor and did twenty fast push-ups. He felt his penis rubbing against the smooth inside of his shorts, and the pleasant sensation caused a tingling in his balls.    
 
“Stand up and tense your muscles,” ordered Captain Haywood.
 
The brief exercise made his muscles look even more impressive, and there was a bulge developing in the front of his shorts.  
 
“Arms out in front of you and squat,” said Captain Turner.
 
Craig bent his knees and assumed the squatting position. He could feel the muscles in his thighs straining and to his horror he felt the end of his penis touching the cool material of his shorts. If that was happening in this position, then when he stood up…    
 
“Stand up,“ ordered Captain Turner.  
 
As Craig straightened up there was a clear outline of his erection in the front of his shorts. It didn’t matter which angle people looked at him, his ‘tent pole’ was very visible and his face was bright red. Hoping nobody would make any reference to it, he stood to attention.  
 
“First injection!” shouted Major Collins suddenly.
 
The nurse stepped forward. She was middle aged with a stern expression, and she was carrying a syringe. Craig gulped, he didn’t like needles.  
 
“Left arm,” said the nurse.
 
She rubbed a small area with an antiseptic wipe, then jabbed the needle into his upper arm. Craig winced, there was nothing gentle about the way she did it, none of the reassurance a nurse normally gave. It occurred to him that this nurse was not a civilian like Anna, but army trained. She pressed the plunger and he felt a stinging sensation.
 
 “Why are you in the army?” demanded the Major.
 
Craig tried to remember the words he’d read on the oath card.  
 
“To serve and defend my country ma’am!”
 
The nurse drew the needle out, placed a small sticking plaster over the tiny needle mark, and then walked back to her table.  
 
“Next injection!” ordered Major Collins.
 
Craig tensed his jaw as the nurse approached.  
 
“Have you learned anything of value so far Recruit Mazelle?” asked the Major.
 
“Yes ma’am!” replied Craig, wondering if she wanted a list.  
 
“Right arm,” said the nurse coldly.
 
She wiped a patch on his right arm and once more stuck the needle in with no consideration.  
 
“Name three things you have learned so far,” said the Major.
 
Craig felt the stinging in his arm and forced himself to concentrate.
 
“Discipline, rifle handling…” he racked his brain for a third.
 
The nurse withdrew the needle roughly and pressed a plaster on his arm, then walked away again.
 
“… and making an army bed, ma‘am!” concluded Craig, worried about how feeble that sounded.
 
He felt very aware of Sergeant Shaw and the two Captains watching him closely as he addressed the Major. His erection was slowly relaxing, but he could feel his penis touching the front of his shorts. It must still look as though he was fully hard.  
 
“Is that last one important, Recruit?” asked the Major, her pretty eyes looking into his.  
 
Craig blinked, was she asking a serious question, or about to mock him? Play safe, he told himself.
 
“Yes ma’am! Everything I learn here is important ma’am!”
 
Sergeant Shaw gave a little nod of satisfaction. It reflected well on her when a recruit answered questions appropriately.
 
“Next injection!” ordered the Major.
 
The two Captains took a step back as the nurse walked over, with a slightly larger syringe.
 
“Strip,” she instructed.  
 
Craig’s eyes widened. She was going to give him an injection in his backside while four women watched. His penis twitched. No, please no, he thought, don’t do this to me, not now! But his penis was rapidly stiffening and he had no option but to obey. Blushing more deeply than ever, he slid his shorts down his legs. His penis sprang up instantly in front of the Major as he stepped out of his shorts.  
 
“Bend over and put your hands on your knees,” said the nurse.  
 
Craig couldn’t imagine a more humiliating way to have this done! He bent forwards and placed both hands on his knees, his penis only inches away from touching his abdomen and pointing directly at the pretty woman sitting in front of him. She had a direct view of his glans.  
 
“Left buttock,” said the nurse.
 
She slapped him firmly on his left buttock, making a loud fleshy sound, then rubbed it with a cool wipe. She rammed the needle into his skin and pushed the syringe plunger hard.  
 
“Do you have a problem with female authority?” asked the Major.
 
“No ma’am!” replied Craig, trying to ignore his discomfort.
 
The first two injections had been bad enough, but this one stung more than those combined. He tensed his jaw, determined not to make a sound. He would show these women that he was a real man and could take pain.
 
“Explain all the ways you would treat a male officer differently to a female officer,” said the Major.  
 
Craig thought quickly, as the nurse drew out the needle and applied a sticking plaster.
 
“I address one as Sir and one as Ma’am, ma’am!”
 
Sergeant Shaw was impressed, most recruits got that one wrong and said there was no difference.  
 
“Next injection,” said the Major.
 
Craig took a deep breath to prepare himself. The nurse slapped his right buttock hard, causing his penis to sway. He saw the Major follow it with her eyes.  
 
“Right buttock,” said the nurse.
 
“Any other differences?” asked the Major.
 
Craig gritted his teeth as he felt the needle slide in. His eyes started to water as the nurse pressed the plunger, this one felt hot as well as a stinger, it hurt like hell! What were they pumping into him?
 
“None that I can think of ma’am!” gasped Craig.  
 
The nurse withdrew the needle and pressed a plaster on, even that hurt. Craig prayed that there were no more injections and he could get dressed again.  
 
“Stand up straight,” said Captain Haywood.  
 
Craig winced as he straightened up, his buttocks throbbing. His erection had reduced considerably but his penis was still enlarged.  
 
“Have you thought which career path you will follow in the army?” asked the Major.
 
“Not yet, ma’am!” replied Craig, searching for a way to improve his answer, “I know I have a lot to learn.”
 
The Major considered the naked young man standing in front of her. He was giving all the right answers, so was that genuine or had the Sergeant been coaching him? She’d find out as she interviewed the rest of the recruits, maybe Sergeant Shaw was simply playing her best card first. But if this recruit was typical of his Section, then opening the doors to men was not such a bad idea after all. And he looked great naked.
 
“You seem in good physical condition,” she said, “is that recent?”
 
“No, I work out a lot ma’am!”
 
“Turn around slowly,” said Captain Haywood.  
 
Feeling all eyes looking at his naked physique, Craig turned slowly to allow them to see the whole of his body. The Major nodded at Captain Turner.
 
“Face the front and stand with one foot at either side of the mat,” said Captain Turner.
 
Craig gulped, surely they weren’t going to…
 
“Hold your penis,” said the nurse, looking down at it, “put your fingers and thumb around the base. Squeeze your penis as you slide your hand upwards and press firmly on the end to part your opening.”
 
Heart racing, Craig took hold of his penis and it started to enlarge immediately. He shivered as he slid his fingers along his shaft, the glans at the end was bulging and pulsing. He squeezed, dreading the thought that some pre-cum might ooze out. Luckily, his end remained dry. He was breathing heavily, and tried to control himself but he was showing the most intimate part of his body to a nurse, a female Sergeant, two female Captains, and a beautiful female Major who had a perfect view and could probably see inside it!
 
“No discharge,” reported the nurse, rather unnecessarily since everyone was looking.
 
Craig had a desperate urge to masturbate, he forced himself to think of something seriously un-sexy, but looking at the Major didn‘t help.  
 
“Get dressed, Recruit Mazelle,” she said.
 
Craig let go of his penis and quickly pulled his running clothes on. His erection was perfectly visible through his shorts.
 
“You may return to your barracks for a rest,” said the Major, “I would advise you to lie face down for a while.”
 
Craig thought he saw just the hint of a twinkle in her eye, and a slight twitch of her lips.
 
“Dismissed!” she said.
 
Craig turned smartly and left the room, feeling his penis rubbing against his shorts as he walked away. The last thing he heard as he stepped into the fresh air was Sergeant Shaw calling for Recruit Gray. Poor Alistair, thought Craig, knowing his friend was shy about his penis.  
 
Back in the barracks, Craig lay on his front, feeling sore in both his arms and his bottom, his hard penis pressed under him. He kept seeing Major Collins, that twinkle in her pretty eyes, and imagining her watching him shower. She would take off her blouse and drop her skirt, with no underwear on. He thought she would have beautiful firm breasts, a shaved pussy, maybe with a tiny landing strip of hair. She would put her arms around him and step under the water. They would kiss, he would slide his penis into her warm, moist pussy.
 
Private Sophie Mason covered her mouth with one hand as she stared through the window. She was heading to the Mess Hall, but had made a detour to see what the male accommodation was like. It was as crude and basic as the others had said, and one of the recruits was inside. He was lying face down on his bed with his shorts around his ankles, displaying wonderful thighs and the best buttocks she’d ever seen. He’d obviously had some injections, judging by the little sticking plasters.      
 
But best of all, he was humping his bed! He was actually having sex with his blanket while she watched. She’d heard that men got incredibly horny if deprived of sex for a few days, and the other female soldiers had joked about men being permanently aroused and “on heat”. If only she could see the other side of him! His buttocks suddenly clenched and his body jerked. He was grinding his pelvis into the bed. His hands gripped his pillow and his head shook. Then he slumped forward, she could see he was breathing heavily, in long shudders.  Wow, she thought, having men around was definitely fun! She hurried away, she’d seen something the others hadn’t and she couldn’t wait to tell them!    
 
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To be continued…
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 27 added
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first, I want to answer to"nff undieguy"  that I am never critical about the story.
 
I have said several times that I enjoyed it a lot aznd like it is a fantasy, of course "chilled jill " can write what she wants.
 
But I think that my comments can be useful even for her because she is a woman, so she does not know exactly what are the rules and habits  in the army.  
 
Apparently, she was interested by some of my suggestions or comments.
 
As regards the answer of "Craig" that he is a draftee and not a volonteer, it is not really important because it can be explained to make it more credible.
 
Chilled Jill  can telle me  that as the training camp  was before only female gender and that  it was a very decision to open it also  to male recruits, the military authorities wanted to test this decision with a small group of male recruits before going more far.
 
So it was why the group of male recruits is composed of only ten men.
And it was also because the accomodation to receive male recruits were not finished, so they had only a small dormitory to house them.  
 
If the experience will be considered as successful  and it is why there must be an inspection of superior officers at the training camp, then there will be group composed of more male recruits as it was usually.
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