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In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 39 added
« on: May 18th, 2010, 3:23pm »
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Before I start, don't expect anything original or very accurate, it's just another little story purely for entertainment. It's not my intention to trivialise the military, or offend any of the brave men and women who have served. This is fiction, no more, no less.
 
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Part 1
 
Craig shifted in his seat, the wooden chair was so uncomfortable. He was in a corridor, lined with identical chairs occupied by more young men of about his age. The corridor smelled of polish and floor cleaner, and was painted a dull grey and cream. A few feet away stood a tough looking soldier, immaculately dressed in a dark green uniform and carrying a large wooden cane. Every few minutes a light bulb hanging above a doorway would flash, a buzzer would sound and the soldier jabbed the man sitting closest to him with his cane.  
 
Craig heard the buzzer yet again and saw the flashing light reflected on the wall opposite. The soldier turned to the nearest young man and prodded him in the middle of his chest with the cane.
 
“You - in there,” he said. Craig had heard him use that phrase over and over again.  
 
The young man in question stood up and opened the door as the others before him had done. He went inside and the door closed.
 
“Move up!” shouted the soldier, another frequently repeated instruction.
 
The man now nearest to the soldier stood up and moved to the vacated chair. Everyone else in the line followed suit, moving nearer to their fate. Craig was now only two chairs away from the door, the sinking sensation in his stomach intensified and he started to bite his fingernails. The man ahead of him in the queue didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, he put them on his head, under his chin, behind his neck, on his knees and in his lap.  
 
There was no clock in the corridor and Craig had forgotten his watch, so he had no idea how long he waited. It probably felt longer than it was, since there was nothing to do apart from feel nervous and stare at the dull, featureless wall or the black and white floor tiles. He found himself counting them, just to pass the time.
 
The buzzer sounded again, the man to his left was prodded, the soldier snapped out the familiar instructions and the chair next to him was vacated. Craig slid into it, aware of the proximity of the neatly pressed army trousers and shiny black boots. He glanced up at the soldiers face. Beneath the moustache, he appeared to be sneering back. This didn’t help Craig’s mood and he looked away, counting the floor tiles again. The minutes seemed to pass more slowly than ever.  
 
A buzz - it was his turn! He felt a rough prod in the centre of his chest and heard the words he’d been dreading.
 
“You - in there.”  
 
Craig stood up, took a deep breath and pushed open the door. It led into a small room, again dull and grey, and he quickly took in the basic details. It contained a desk behind which sat another soldier, in an even smarter uniform than the man outside. There were markings on the uniform but Craig didn’t know what they meant. Sitting at the side of the desk was a young woman in a smart white blouse. A metal box, about the size of a small suitcase, lay open on a table and there was another door in the far wall. He heard the main door click shut behind him.
 
“Name?” demanded the man, his natural authority suggested he was an Officer.  
 
“Craig Mazelle.”  
 
“Craig Mazelle, Sir” corrected the Officer.  
 
“Sorry. Craig Mazelle, sir” repeated Craig.
 
“Volunteer or Draft?”
 
“Draft,” replied Craig, then saw the Officer about to speak and quickly added, “Sir.”
 
The young woman searched though a pile of papers on the desk, then handed a green form to the Officer. He scanned it quickly, then looked up.
 
“Medical certificate,” he said, holding out his hand.
 
Craig took a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over. It contained a ‘mug-shot’ photograph of him, a statement from his doctor and some brief notes. The Officer started to read it, while also ticking boxes on the green form.
 
“Strip down to your underpants and place your clothes and possessions in that box,” he said, without looking up from his work.  
 
Craig hesitated, the young woman raised an eyebrow and the Officer turned the green form over and continued with his work.
 
“If I repeat myself you’ll be on a charge of disobedience on your first day.”  
 
The comment was almost casual and yet there was an icy threat behind it. Craig started to unbutton his shirt, aware that although the young woman was not looking directly at him, he was still in her line of vision.  She was going to watch him strip and he had no choice but to let her.
 
Krystal, the young woman, observed him discreetly - taking in every detail but not letting him see how much she was enjoying it. First he bared his chest and upper body. He was wonderfully defined, firm pecs, six pack stomach, muscular arms - clearly something of a gym fanatic she thought, and a welcome change from the skinny or overweight recruits she’d seen so far. He wore a chain around his neck, all that was left on his top half as he dropped his shirt into the box. He kicked his shoes off without untying the laces and with a sulky expression on his face - how like a man she thought, amused. Obviously Craig Mazelle didn’t like being submissive, well if that was true then he was in for a shock. He pulled his socks off and stuffed them into his shoes, before placing his footwear to the box. Slowly and reluctantly, he started unbuttoning his jeans.  
 
Krystal found herself breathing more heavily in anticipation, if his legs matched the rest of his body this was going to be very nice. Blushing, Craig slid his jeans down. Male legs had an enormous appeal for Krystal, they were often the first things she checked out on a guy. Craig’s were superb, gorgeous, beautiful. He had strong, firm thighs, no doubt exercised regularly to keep them in perfect shape. He stepped out of his jeans, wearing only small grey briefs which were quite tight, and she could see the shape of his penis through the thin material - it was pointing downwards and he appeared to be circumcised. She wondered if he realised how revealing his briefs were.
 
Craig lifted his jeans into the box, checking his wallet and keys were still safely in the pockets. Despite being stripped down to just one item of clothing he felt very warm. The way he was being casually observed by the young woman was both embarrassing and more than a little arousing. He glanced down at the front of his briefs, suddenly regretting his choice of underwear. Clasping his hands in front of himself, he hoped she hadn’t noticed how prominently they showed his bulge. She was gesturing at him, so he looked questioningly at her and she ran a finger around her neck. Craig frowned, not understanding, then remembered his chain. Mouthing the word ’thanks’ and seeing her smile back, he quickly removed the chain and added it to his other possessions.  
 
“Sign here,” said the Officer, pushing the green form towards Craig along with a pen.
 
Without even thinking about reading the form, Craig picked up the pen. He held the form with his free hand as he quickly signed his name, feeling self conscious about having to uncover the front of his briefs again. He placed the pen back on the desk and covered himself.
 
“Read this aloud,” said the Officer, pushing a small card towards him.
 
Craig cleared his throat and, picking up the card, read: “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.”
 
Krystal admired the calm, level tone of his voice. There had been the occasional falter, but he’d recovered quickly. She tried to imagine what it was like for a man to swear an oath while stripped down to his underwear. She’d been looking at his bulge and enjoying his bare thighs while he was speaking, and fantasising about him doing it in the nude. She felt a little pang of guilt about that, wondering if he’d noticed her growing interest.  
 
“That box will now be sealed and the contents returned to you when you’ve completed your basic training,” said the Officer, “Welcome to the army, Recruit Mazelle.”
 
“Thank you… sir” said Craig, remembering the last part just in time.  
 
The Officer pressed a button on his desk and a single bell ring sounded. He held out the green form and the medical certificate to Craig, who took them from him. He glanced across at the young woman and thought about smiling at her, but realised by the position of her eyes she was checking out the contents of his underwear. He could feel his cheeks blushing again.
 
The inner door opened and another soldier appeared. Craig recognised the stripes on his sleeves and knew they meant he was a Sergeant. He had a fixed expression, no hint of a smile, no hint of a welcome. Craig avoided eye contact and started to feel nervous again.
 
“Take Recruit Mazelle for his physical,” said the Officer.
 
“Yes sir,” said the Sergeant, then turned to Craig and barked a single order: “Move!”
 
Craig passed through the open doorway and left the room, the last thing he heard was the young woman slamming the lid of the metal box. More than anything else, that sound told Craig one part of his life was over for now. Feeling vulnerable and embarrassed about being stripped down to just his briefs, he walked along the narrow corridor towards yet another door, intensely aware of the stamping, booted feet following him. His nerves were rapidly turning to fear.
 
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To be continued…
 
 
 
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction)
« Reply #1 on: May 18th, 2010, 5:18pm »
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very good story, we are now waiting for the following.
 
just a comment, it seeems that the young draftee will be examined alone in his physical.
 
why not for the interest of the story.!
 
nevertheless, in all my experience, draftees were always instructed to undress in group.
 
I am waiting the physical to know how it is related exactly, but for the beguinning, you could have chosen to have all draftees sitting at  the chairs on the corridor and already undressed before coming in the first room to sign the green form in front of the officer and the  young clerk woman.
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« Reply #2 on: May 18th, 2010, 7:09pm »
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very nice beginning chilled jill...pleeease continue  Shocked
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« Reply #3 on: May 18th, 2010, 7:22pm »
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on May 18th, 2010, 5:18pm, easter_man_10 wrote:
very good story, we are now waiting for the following.
 
just a comment, it seeems that the young draftee will be examined alone in his physical.
 
why not for the interest of the story.!
 
nevertheless, in all my experience, draftees were always instructed to undress in group.
 

Thank you  Smiley  I'm having fun with this one.
 
The physicals for the other recruits are already underway  Wink
 
 
 
Part 2
 
Craig felt the Sergeant close behind and quickened his pace.
 
“Go through the next door then stand still,” came the order.
 
Craig nodded, but didn’t reply.
 
“Did you hear me?” demanded the Sergeant, he didn’t shout but the tone of his voice made Craig jump.
 
“Yes sir,” he replied instantly.
 
“Halt!” snapped the Sergeant.
 
Craig froze, wondering what he’d done wrong.  
 
“Turn around.”
 
Craig turned to face the menacing presence, gulping nervously.
 
“You do NOT call me Sir. My name is Sergeant Forbes, and you call me Sergeant. But when you use my title, you say it as though you mean Sir. Is that understood?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!” said Craig obediently, feeling very uncomfortable about being disciplined in his underwear.  
 
Sergeant Forbes snapped his fingers at Craig.  
 
“As you were - move!”
 
Craig turned and headed for the door, worried that he’d only been in the army for a few minutes and already annoyed a superior. He pushed the door open and found himself facing a tall wooden partition. He could hear voices from the other side, but there was an echo so the words were not clear enough to understand. He looked up at the high ceiling, it appeared to be a warehouse or something, and the partition was just to create a kind of entrance lobby. Remembering his orders, he stood still.
 
“This is the start of your physical,” explained Forbes, “You will move to each section when ordered. You will do as you are told, you will question nothing. Do you understand?”  
 
“Yes Sergeant!” said Craig instantly, determined not to give this threatening man any excuse to get angry.  
 
“Hand me your papers and face the wall.” said Forbes.
 
Craig passed the green form and medical certificate to him, then turned so all he could see was white painted brickwork. Sergeant Forbes stood behind him, out of view, and Craig could hear him turning the paperwork over. He heard the sound of boots on concrete and realised someone had joined them. He was about to turn his head, then remembered he’d been ordered to look at the wall.
 
“Private Duncan will accompany you throughout your physical. Take your underpants off and hold them in your right hand.”
 
Craig had heard stories about army medicals but only half believed them. Now he was discovering how true those tales were. Reluctantly, but considering the possible consequences of disobedience, Craig started to slide his briefs down. They reached his ankles and he stepped out of them, feeling intensely embarrassed. He held them in his right hand and clasped both hands in front of his manhood. He was aware of a slight draught of cool air on his naked buttocks. It was the first time he’d ever been naked in a situation like this.
 
“Turn around and hand your underpants to Private Duncan.”
 
Craig gulped, feeling very warm and certain that his face must be bright red. He turned quickly and froze. Facing him, dressed in a light brown uniform, was a very attractive, slender young woman with pale skin and auburn hair. He’d assumed Private Duncan was a man, it hadn’t crossed his mind that Duncan might be a surname! She looked him over from head to foot as he gripped his briefs in front of himself. She seemed to nod in approval, she had his papers in one hand and held out her other one. For a moment, Craig thought she wanted to shake hands.  
 
“Hand your underpants to Private Duncan!” shouted Forbes.  
 
Craig jumped at the fury contained in that single sentence and obediently handed his briefs to the pretty Private. He clasped his hands tighter in front of himself, embarrassed. He was naked in front of a young female soldier, in fact she looked younger than he was, and Sergeant Forbes had said she was going to be with him throughout the physical. Was she going to witness everything? Was she going to see his most intimate parts?  
 
He sensed someone moving behind him, looked over his shoulder and was shocked to see a woman of about forty dressed in a Sergeants uniform and holding a thin wooden cane. Not only female soldiers but female Sergeants as well! His heart sank as he imagined the humiliation which lay ahead. He heard a bell ring, then Sergeant Forbes turned away and went back the way they’d come. Another victim was about to be collected, he thought. The female Sergeant looked down at Craig’s clasped hands.  
 
“Are you embarrassed about being naked?” demanded the female Sergeant.  
 
Craig nodded.  
 
“Yes… Sergeant.” he said, remembering her rank just in time.
 
“Modesty is something you left behind the moment you came through that door. Your physical will be extremely thorough, intimate and embarrassing. Do I make myself clear?”
 
Craig nodded, feeling very vulnerable and alone.
 
“Yes Sergeant,” he said quietly, subdued.  
 
“Can you manage from here Private Duncan?” she asked.
 
“Yes Sergeant Shaw,” replied the pretty female. Her voice was soft, gentle and soothing.  
 
Sergeant Shaw gestured with her cane.
 
“Then take him to the first section.”  
 
With his genitals still covered, Craig followed the pretty young Private. The area beyond the partition was a wide open space, just like a warehouse or large school hall. One wall had many large windows looking out onto an expanse of tarmac, like a parade ground. In fact, there was more glass than brickwork and no blinds or curtains. If anyone had been using the parade ground, he thought, they would have been able to see everything that was going on inside. Several desks and benches were scattered around the room and at each one stood another naked recruit - the young men who’d been ahead of him in the queue - and they were also accompanied by female soldiers. Looking around, Craig couldn’t see a single screen or curtain to provide any kind of modesty during the examinations.  
 
Sergeant Shaw had described the procedure as embarrassing and Craig entirely believed her, suspecting it was a deliberate decision to make it that way.  
 
“We start here,” said Private Duncan.
 
She’d brought him to a small metal table, next to which stood a young woman in a white coat. Craig gulped, but he was not really surprised to find female medical staff as well. The young woman looked quickly over the green form which Private Duncan showed her, before giving Craig his first instruction.
 
“Stand with your legs apart and your arms stretched out to each side, so that your hands are level with your shoulders.”
 
Craig gulped, that would mean… He saw both young women looking at him expectantly, and resigned himself to losing his modesty here and now. Private Duncan had chosen to stand where she was guaranteed an unobstructed full frontal view. Craig parted his legs and swung his powerful arms upwards. He saw Private Duncan draw a breath as she looked down.  
 
Private Jill Duncan was thanking her lucky stars at that moment. She’d resigned herself to getting a very average guy, like her colleagues. Instead, chance had presented her with a Mr Universe contestant! Craig Mazelle was absolutely gorgeous. He was tall, boyishly handsome, had the most fabulous legs and peachy buttocks. His chest reminded her of someone from “Baywatch”, he had arms which could carry her effortlessly. And now she was being treated to a full frontal view of his penis. He was circumcised, it was quite long and projected from his body like the spout of a teapot. He was obviously semi aroused! She wasn’t surprised, being naked in a situation like this must give a man a buzz, however embarrassed he was. She could tell from the cute red glow in his cheeks that he was definitely embarrassed.  
 
His scrotum contained two good sized testes she observed without surprise. His naked body was so powerfully masculine he must have an enormous amount of testosterone in his system. The determined, almost sulky expression on his face also spoke of masculinity. Here was the most male of males, having to submit to female authority and expose his manhood in front of her. She could imagine all the conflicting emotions running through his mind.
 
The medical officer was walking slowly around Craig, looking up and down his body while he stood perfectly still. She looked under his armpits, along his arms, down his sides, across his chest, up and down his back, then knelt and looked closely at his buttocks, thighs, ankles and finally between his legs and directly at his penis and testicles.  
 
“Craig Mazelle has no birthmarks or tattoos,” she said, “and no obvious signs of scarring or blemishes. One small mole on the left side of his chest and another on his side near his right buttock.”
 
Private Duncan was ticking boxes on the green form.
 
“He has a well maintained physique with excellent muscular development,” continued the medic, “He’s been circumcised, his penis appears to be above average length, both of his testicles are clearly visible and appear to be fully developed.”
 
Craig was blushing more than ever. As Private Jill Duncan watched, his penis hardened. He was getting stiffer and stiffer, and within seconds he had a full erection. He was blinking and staring straight ahead. The medical officer looked at his penis again.  
 
“His penis is erect and shows no signs of abnormal curvature or tension. The erectile tissue appears uniformly enlarged.”
 
She nodded to Private Duncan, then smiled at Craig.
 
“Lower your arms please and cover up.”  
 
Blushing deeply, Craig relaxed his shoulders and placed both hands in front of his penis. He glanced down at his enlarged member, then looked guiltily at the medic.
 
“Sorry.” he said quietly, feeling humbled.
 
“Don’t apologise soldier,” she replied, “You’re in great shape and that’s the biggest one I’ve seen this week.”
 
Craig’s eyes widened at the compliment, embarrassed by her frankness.
 
“Move on to the next post,” she said.
 
Accompanied by Private Duncan, and walking a little awkwardly, Craig moved to the next table which was a few metres away.  
 
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To be continued…
 
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« Reply #4 on: May 18th, 2010, 9:25pm »
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Fantastic story so far. Love the scenario (physicals are always fun, aren't they?) and the extended stay in his underwear was particularly fun. Looking forward to the next installment!
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« Reply #5 on: May 19th, 2010, 4:59am »
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I agree with "Branec25" and "nff-undieguy"  
your story is fantastic
 
I like very much the fact that the guy is very cute and has an excellent muscular development but is also like many young men at his age a little naive or ingenuous.
 
We understand that he is an adult as concerns his body, but not as concerns his way of thinking, he is still a little iimmature as many young men are.
 
He is also very obedient because he don't want to have troubles as soon as he is inducted in the army and that is very credible.
 
It seems very true feelings for me who has been also a young draft in the french army, even if I am sure that I was not so well developped as he is, even if I had also peachy buttocks as I was often said.
 
But it is a fiction ! I am not jealous.
 
Since I have read your second part of the story,  I appreciate very much your first part when the guy had not already undressed while waiting to enter in the room where there was an officer and a young clerk woman.
 
It was  better to make him undress in underwear  only when he was in this room just to sign a paper, a situation which normally needed  not that he was undressed and semi-naked but it was a way to introduce him to the army and the fact that he will have no rights except to obey all orders and that his modesty will not be an issue.
 
I like the second part when he was first instructed by a sergeant to turn face the wall and to take off  his brief, then to turn back face to him and to discover that he was also face to an other young woman soldier and then hearing that this woman who was already putting his green form and medical papers will accompany him throughout his physical for all sections and I like when he was  instructed to give her his brief.
 
Just one comment: as he is already considered as a soldier and must adress to military persons by calling them "sergeant"  and not "sir", it would have been logical that the male sergeant, or  the woman sergeant when she came after would have instructed him to stand naked  like at attention with arms along the side of his body and not covering his penis as he tried to do it.  
 
In the army, the modesty is not a manhood attitude, so a draftee must never show that he want to protect part of his body from the view of other persons.
 
As a french sergeant told to us when I had my physicals for military service, the nakedness was never an issue in a draft physical.
 
I remember that when after being instructed to undress completely and when we were in the buff and a little embarrassed, a sergeant shouted at us that we might keep our arms aside the body because all military persons who were present, medical persons and sergeants too who were supervising us, wanted to see all our naked body, including genitals and bared buttocks, and that it was not at all an issue because they had seen before a lot of genitals and bare buttocks of draftees ! He could not even give a number of the naked draftees that he had seen before in physicals.  
 
Of course, in your story, there is a little to much women in the room to be completely credible, it seems that all medical persons and soldiers who accompany the naked draftees for all the sections of the physicals are female, it would have been more credible with a mixed of men and women as it was very often the case in the former eastern countries, especially in Russia as we know by many accounts, or some documentaries or movies.  
 
I think also that the exam in the first section is too much thorough, it would have been more credible if the guy would have been  first weighted at a scale and heighted.
    
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« Reply #6 on: May 19th, 2010, 8:15am »
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on May 18th, 2010, 7:22pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:
Private Duncan had chosen to stand where she was guaranteed an unobstructed full frontal view. Craig parted his legs and swung his powerful arms upwards. He saw Private Duncan draw a breath as she looked down.  
 
Private Jill Duncan was thanking her lucky stars at that moment. She’d resigned herself to getting a very average guy, like her colleagues. Instead, chance had presented her with a Mr Universe contestant!

As usual, Chilled_Jill, your story gets a standing ovation from me!
 
That is to say, after reading about Private Duncan, one part of me is standing . . .  Wink
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« Reply #7 on: May 19th, 2010, 11:08am »
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Thank you for the feedback boys, I'm glad you're enjoying the story. I'm having a great time writing it! I have to admit to getting a little carried away at times  Grin
 
Easter_man_10:
 
Thank you for your comments, which are very true. Some of the things you mention are deliberate, and also some of your ideas are helping me shape the rest of the story  Kiss
 
I've also enjoyed doing a little 'rehearsal' with a willing subject  Grin
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Part 3
 
At the next table sat a middle aged man in a white coat, wearing spectacles. He looked up as Private Duncan escorted Craig towards him. Hanging from a stand a few feet away was a chart of letters and numbers, which got smaller towards the bottom, clearly this was an army Optician. Craig shuffled awkwardly forwards, covering his manhood, and Private Duncan stood in a position where she would have a good view.
 
“Name?” asked the man, with a flat, almost emotionless voice.
 
Craig coughed nervously, “Craig Mazelle.”
 
“Wrong!” said the Optician, standing up.  
 
Craig looked confused, and glanced at Private Duncan. The Optician slammed his hand on the table, making Craig jump.  
 
“Your name is Recruit Mazelle, and you will address me as Sir! And stop playing with yourself! Get your hands off your cock and stand to attention when I’m speaking to you!”
 
Shocked, Craig put his shoulders back and his arms by his sides. His penis was rapidly losing its erection but it still pointed forwards. He saw Private Duncan look straight down, not bothering to pretend otherwise.
 
“Name?” asked the Optician again.
 
“Recruit Mazelle, Sir!”  
 
The Optician picked up a small torch with a built in magnifying glass. He stood close to Craig and looked thoroughly in each eye, telling him to look left, look right, look up, look down. Every time Craig looked to his left he could see Private Duncan checking him out.
 
“Cover your left eye and read the smallest writing on the chart that you can.”
 
Craig obeyed, “P-M-L-1-3-9-Z”
 
The Optician nodded and told Craig to cover his right eye, then walked to the chart and turned it around to show a different set of letters. That would prevent the recruit from disguising any eye defects by memorising the first set of letters.  
 
“The same again.” ordered the Optician.
 
“W-H-E-M-8-3-R,” read Craig.  
 
“Test completed satisfactorily,” said the Optician to Private Duncan, who made a note on the form, then he turned back to Craig.
 
“Move!”
 
As they walked to the next test area, Craig once again covered his manhood.  
 
Private Duncan tapped him on the shoulder and whispered, “Word of advice, don’t be shy, they expect you to show it off.”
 
Craig bit his lip and nodded, putting his arms by his sides. As they walked, side by side, she could see his penis even without trying. Another man was at the next table, and asked for his name. This time Craig remembered to introduce himself properly and stand to attention.
 
“Recruit Mazelle, Sir!”
 
As Private Duncan watched, Craig had to open his mouth wide and say “Ahhhhhh” while the medic peered inside with the aid of a wooden stick and a torch. He then slid a piece of soft blue rubber into Craig’s mouth and told him to bite on it. All this time he was nude and full frontal. The man looked at the pattern left by Craig’s teeth and nodded, satisfied. He made a few comments to Private Duncan and she ticked some boxes.
 
Sounds of movement made Craig turn his head towards the large windows. All along that wall, directly in front of the windows, some of his fellow recruits were being examined, shouted at, poked and prodded - while completely naked. Craig shuddered, dreading what was coming, then his jaw dropped when he saw the cause of the noises he’d heard.
 
Outside on the parade ground, people were lining up. Female soldiers or recruits, dressed in white blouses and tennis skirts. An older woman was shouting instructions and they started exercising, bending and stretching. They were all facing the windows, and with a shock Craig realised that if he could see out, they could see in. And soon he was going to be standing next to those windows!
 
“Turn around.” said the medic.  
 
Obediently Craig turned his back to the man, so he was now facing the centre of the room. He saw Sergeant Shaw standing in the open space, she was looking in his direction and getting a full frontal view of his body.
 
“Bend over and with both hands pull your buttocks apart.”
 
Craig’s eyes widened at the thought of how humiliating this was going to be, with Private Duncan and Sergeant Shaw watching from different angles. He clamped his jaw firmly closed and Private Duncan saw the muscles in the side of his face tense. Thinking of far away places, Craig bent forward and placed both hands on his backside. He had that sinking sensation in his stomach again as he parted his buttocks to allow the medic and the female private to look at his anus. He was not even allowed to keep that last bit of modesty.
 
“Have you ever suffered from piles or other irritations?” asked the medic.
 
Craig felt something cold and metal being inserted and he blinked rapidly, not wanting to imagine what was happening.  
 
“No Sir!” he replied, aware that his voice was slightly higher pitched than normal.  
 
“Good. Move on to your next test.”
 
Craig blinked back a tear and avoided eye contact with the pretty female private, as she accompanied him to the next stage. Following her advice from earlier, he kept his penis bare throughout the short walk. He realised that the ritual humiliation was all part of the regime to transform him into a soldier, even down to having it done in front of females to increase his embarrassment. But that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. His erection had almost gone now, the last incident with his anus inspection had significantly reduced his state of arousal. He was still quite long, but now drooped.  
 
A male medic and a female soldier waited at the next stage. It was perfectly obvious what was going to happen here, there was a weighing scale and a height measuring pole with a slider. Craig blushed as he realised they were both positioned to face the windows - and the exercise class was still in progress outside, a dozen young women in skirts with lovely legs. He told himself to think of something else before he got excited, as he gave his routine “Recruit Mazelle Sir!” greeting.
 
“Get on the scales,” said the male medic, “Stand with your shoulders back and arms by your sides.”
 
It was no surprise to Craig that he was going to show his penis while he was weighed. Nor was it a surprise that Private Duncan stood on one side to watch, while the other female soldier stood on the other. The scales were directly opposite a large pane of clear glass, and the exercise class was close enough for him to see their features. The scales were quite modern - little more than a box to stand on with two indentations for his feet. A cable led to digital readout on the nearby table. Unlike the old fashioned scales at his doctors surgery, which had a metal front piece with a readout and dials, there was nothing to stand behind here.  
 
Taking a deep breath, Craig stepped onto the scales. His full frontal nudity was on show to one male medic and two female soldiers inside the building, and to twelve female soldiers on the other side of the window. He was more exposed than ever, his face was bright red and he blinked back another tear. The exercise class stopped their bending and stretching, and stared directly at his body - some of the young women tilted their heads to one side for a better view. Craig felt things stirring between his legs, and the next thing he knew he was semi-erect again. Desperately trying to mentally control his manhood, he thought of as many un-sexy things as possible. Sergeant Forbes shouting at him, someone cleaning drains in the city centre, cattle being loaded into a lorry, how many black floor tiles there had been in the corridor. To his relief, as he heard the female soldier reading his weight he felt his penis relaxing.  
 
Then came his next instruction, again from the male medic: “Step off the scales and stand with your back to the measuring pole, head up and arms by your sides.”  
 
Craig stepped off the scales, feeling his penis sway, and moved to the measuring pole. He stood on the little platform and shuffled backwards until he felt the cold metal. Again he was directly facing a window and his ’audience’. The male medic pushed his head roughly, lining him up with the pole, then started moving the slider down. Craig stood perfectly still, trying to avoid eye contact with the smiling faces outside. He clenched his jaw and started thinking about the floor tiles again, but it was no good. As the medic adjusted the slider, Craig felt his penis growing.  
 
Private Jill Duncan smiled, watching Craig have an erection was fun. Because he was so gorgeous, pure raw sex with the most perfect legs in the history of mankind, his obvious embarrassment was all the more erotic for her. One of her favourite sexual stimulations was enjoying males being embarrassed, it was why she’d been chosen for this role. Physicals were designed to force the men to endure continuous embarrassment, by being nude for a long period, having intimate things done while exposed to female eyes and being forced to obey female orders. Even though the exercise class outside was obviously not arranged deliberately, nobody would have given any consideration to the activities taking place in full view of the parade ground. Male recruits did not need modesty, so there was no need to give it. Today was more than just a physical test, it was a mental test, it was a test of obedience and restraint. It was to emphasise to the recruits that they had no rights and no way out. Most of the recruits she’d accompanied found their physicals particularly humiliating.  
 
She looked again at Craig’s body. He had everything she could possibly wish for, and it was all on display. It felt like being back at her father’s farm, and going with him to the cattle market to choose the best specimens. She mentally compared Recruit Mazelle with a particularly fine and well hung bull, imagining the powerful thrusts he could give with those magnificent thighs. She sensed he was trying to fight his arousal, the look on his face and the tension in the rest of his body was plain enough. She glanced out of the window and wondered how much Craig was genuinely embarrassed, and how much he was secretly proud.  
 
Meanwhile, with stiff nipples and a stiff penis, Craig longed for the ordeal to be over. He wondered how much more they could possibly do to him.
 
 
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This is good.
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on May 19th, 2010, 11:09am, Chilled_Jill wrote:
Part 3
 
Meanwhile, with stiff nipples and a stiff penis, Craig longed for the ordeal to be over. He wondered how much more they could possibly do to him.

 
Believe me, I'm wondering the same thing. Loved this part as well, and I'm eagerly anticipating the next installment!
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Poor Craig! Is there no end to his embarrassment!
 
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WARNING: The boys may find this section slightly uncomfortable to read Wink  
 
Part 4
 
Craig stood perfectly still while the male medic adjusted the slider carefully, so it just touched the top of his head. His height was announced to the female soldier and she made a note on Craig’s green form, at the same time exchanging a comment with Private Duncan which he couldn‘t overhear. Outside, the girls were doing some twisting exercises now and Craig had to avoid the temptation to stare at their t-shirts. Some of them obviously had very shapely breasts.  
 
“I’ve finished,” announced the medic, “Move!”
 
Craig stepped forward, his erection swaying, and accompanied Private Duncan to the next section. Walking around in this open space, stark naked and erect, was an ordeal in itself for Craig. It didn’t help that whenever he caught sight of her face she seemed to be enjoying the experience. He wondered if she was actually turned on by his embarrassment, it would certainly explain why she took every opportunity to look at his nudity.  
 
He saw the recruit ahead of him in the system moving away from the section he was now approaching. The young man had his hands in front of his face and a very prominent erection. Craig started to feel faint, wondering what new horror awaited him.
 
An attractive young woman in a white coat was removing white gloves, which she dropped into a waste bin. She washed her hands in a small sink attached to one of her two metal tables, the other table was longer and featureless. She dried her hands with a paper towel which also went into the bin. Craig stood to attention, full frontal, trying not to think about his aroused penis or about the exercise class he could still see.  
 
“Name?” asked the medic sternly, looking up and down his body.  
 
“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.”
 
Craig swallowed nervously, as she started putting a fresh pair of gloves on. He sensed her almost sadistic pleasure as she flexed the rubber into place. From what he could remember of medical books and TV shows, a doctor usually put rubber gloves on for a particular examination. But surely she wasn’t going to do that here, in front of a window and with Private Duncan watching? Surely he was entitled to some privacy?
 
“Rest your buttocks against the table and relax your body.”  
 
Craig turned so his back was to the table and he faced the rest of the room. Sergeant Shaw was pacing around, supervising the movements of the recruits. She glanced in Craig’s direction, looking directly at his erection and he felt himself blushing again. Private Duncan smirked and positioned herself for a good view. Biting his lip, he perched his bare bottom on the cold metal table.  
 
“Open your legs wide enough for me to get my hand between them,” said the female medic.  
 
Craig knew where this was leading and wanted to cover himself and run from the room, but that wasn’t an option. He parted his legs and felt cold rubber brush against the sensitive inside of his thighs, then cold fingers held his scrotum. His thighs tensed automatically as the medic rolled his left testicle between two fingers and her thumb. He could feel her caressing and gently squeezing the tubes which connected his testicle to his body. Private Duncan was watching closely, looking genuinely interested. Craig found himself tensing his jaw muscles, as though chewing invisible food, as the medic started rolling his right testicle around. His penis was stiffer than ever, but at least he had his back to the window, which was some small relief.  
 
“Lie on the table, on your back, arms by your sides.”
 
Craig’s heart sank, this part was going to be done in full view. Realising he had no choice, he slid onto the cold table and shivered as he lay flat. He deliberately avoided looking out of the window, he had no wish to know if anyone was watching. The medic held a test tube in one hand and drew a very thin plastic rod from it, with what looked like a cotton bud on the end. Craig was puzzled, he had no idea what that was for.  
 
“This is an STI test,” she said casually, “You may feel a little discomfort but only briefly.”
 
Craig looked up and saw Private Duncan leaning forward. He realised there was only one place the medic was going to put the rod, so let his head sink back onto the table and closed his eyes. He felt the medic hold his penis and ease it forward slightly, away from his body. He blushed, not used to having his penis handled by anyone other than his girlfriend. He felt a slight squeeze at the end, as the medic eased his opening wide. Then a gentle pushing as she slid the tip of the rod into his penis. It was a strange sensation but not too uncomfortable. He felt movement within the tip of his penis as she rubbed the soft cotton around, then she slid it out. He opened his eyes in time to see her slide the rod back into the test tube. Private Duncan was trying to hide her smile.  
 
Craig let out a deep breath. At least that was over. It was the first time he’d ever had that kind of test, and he hoped it would be the last.  
 
“Stand up” ordered the medic.
 
Fully expecting to be sent on to the next site, Craig slid off the table and turned to go.  
 
“Stand still!” snapped the medic, “I haven’t told you to go anywhere- stand to attention!”  
 
Craig froze and stood to full frontal attention, his whole body as rigid as his penis.
 
“Sorry Ma’am!” he said.
 
She looked at him coldly, “Stop talking.”
 
Craig clamped his mouth shut, he‘d made another mistake. The medic consulted the green form.  
 
“Turn around, bend over, put the palms of your hands flat on the table and spread your legs.”
 
Wondering whether this was part of the physical or a punishment, Craig obeyed. To his relief the exercise class outside was facing in the opposite direction and doing bowling motions with their arms. He heard a wet, squelching sort of noise and looked over his shoulder. The medic was rubbing some kind of gel onto one glove, lubricating a finger. With a growing sense of fear, he realised why he was in this position and his arms sagged.
 
He felt his buttocks being parted and waited for the inevitable - he’d heard about this, but never had it done. There was a pushing sensation and he felt a long finger being inserted and manoeuvred inside his body, he felt a little pressure between his legs. She was probing for something, and he felt an intense wave of pleasure as she found it. His penis reacted immediately, going from erect to rock hard, it felt like a crowbar sticking up. The medic probed for a few more seconds, then withdrew her hand. He heard her take off her gloves and wash her hands again. Having been told off for moving too soon, Craig stayed perfectly still - hoping his erection would relax a little before he was brought to attention. He understood why the other recruit had been so shocked and so erect.
 
“Turn around and stand up,” came the order.
 
Craig turned, his truncheon-like penis displayed for all to see. Private Duncan looked down, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, but she quickly recovered her composure.  
 
The medic handed her Craig’s green form, and addressed him: “Move!” she snapped.  
 
Arms by his sides and feeling incredibly well-hung, Craig marched alongside Private Duncan. It was the biggest erection he’d ever had and he desperately wanted to do something with it.
 
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« Reply #12 on: May 19th, 2010, 6:57pm »
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always a very good story.
 
just a comment on the part 4
before reading this part, I was thinking that something was missing, in my opinion, there must have been also some older women  to perform some  exams or to supervise the draftees, not only young women soldiers or young female  nurses or doctors but you are not thinking like me since the last doctor for the most intimate exam is one more time a very attractive woman.
 
I think that it would have been more funny if she would have been a middle age woman, not really attractive, but a very authoritarian person  with a stern face who had make him understand that she did not tolerate any reluctance of him to obey immediately to her orders during this intimate exam and that even if she was very used to see naked young men,  she always enjoyed to submit them to her authority like if they were still young teenagers needing to be disciplined.  
 
Don't forget later the section for urine test and blood test and also for the check of the feet (the  guy must stand  back and lift his foot one by one  to be checked) and a section for various measurements as neck, chest, waist, hips, and thighs, because it is an opportunity for a youny nurse  to touch his body more closely during the physicals ( it was normally a nurse who made these measurements) .
 
Don't forget also a section for gym exercices where he had to do push ups and to squat quickly several times. and to walk like a duck which were regular in the army trainings.  
 
It would be funny if each time when he was thinking that it was finished, he might discover that there was still another section.
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Jill,
 
Another great story by you - a guaranteed erection maker.
 
Your stories are erector sets for guys Grin Grin Grin Grin Grin
 
Reading your stories get me excited for adventures with my gf Cheesy Cheesy Cheesy
 
THANKS Kiss Kiss Kiss
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Read again my message because I have changed some words which were not appropriate in my former message  
 
For example, I think that the good word is a measurement of hips and not of buttocks.
 
I have also forgotten to quote  the duck walk which would be funny in such a physical and very credible for those who experenced like me draft physicals.
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Thank you for your thoughts and comments, Easterman10 - it's great to have your input and I've added a few things you've suggested Grin  
 
on May 20th, 2010, 12:28am, CFNM_Virgin wrote:
Reading your stories get me excited for adventures with my gf Cheesy Cheesy Cheesy

 
That's a great compliment, thank you  Kiss  I hope she has a lot of fun with you!  Grin
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This is possibly one of the naughtiest stories I've written, it certainly strips the male bare! And I'm enjoying writing every line  Grin
 
 
Part 5
 
Craig approached the next site nervously. After his humiliating internal examination, his penis was rock hard and pointed straight upwards. He wasn’t allowed to cover it and every time he tried to take his mind off it, he’d see Private Duncan look down. He glanced around the room at the other naked recruits undergoing their physicals, which didn’t help his mood. He came to a halt in front of a middle aged female medic. She looked as tough as the male Sergeant, with the same fixed, miserable expression. He stood to attention, arms by his sides and penis standing up. Private Duncan moved to one side, picking the best position to see him full frontal.
 
“We’ll lose that for a start.” said the tough medic.
 
Craig frowned, wondering what she meant. He glanced sideways at Private Duncan, whose mouth twitched as she suppressed a smile. The medic took a wooden ruler from her desk and bent it slightly between her hands. 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. He blinked back tears of pain, frustration and humiliation as he braced himself for a third blow, but it never came. As he stood, terrified, in front of the two women his penis deflated. He’d never had as big an erection before, and he’d never lost one so quickly either - within seconds he was droopy. He avoided eye contact with the medic, she had demonstrated her power over his masculinity and that left Craig feeling vulnerable and confused.  
 
“Name?” she demanded.
 
“Recruit Mazelle, Ma’am!” Craig’s voice was slightly higher pitched than usual.
 
“Lie on the table.”
 
Mouth clamped firmly shut, so he didn’t risk saying anything he’d regret due to his anger, Craig sat on the cold metal table and swung himself round. He lay flat, arms by his sides, his soft penis dangling over his balls. He felt a rubber and fabric cuff being wrapped around his upper arm, Craig was used to having his blood pressure checked. She tightened it roughly, with no consideration for his comfort.  
 
She was treating him like an animal, he thought, and that summed up the whole physical. Recruits were like cattle or equipment - army property to be handled roughly and treated as though they had no feelings. His complete nakedness was partly for speed and efficiency (since there was nothing to put on or take off between examinations), partly for discipline (since he had to accept his situation and be completely obedient), partly to humiliate him, toughen him up and remind him he was their property now - and partly because the army had simply decided male recruits should be naked. And rules were rules.
 
There was a beep and the cuff inflated. Since his upper arm was well developed and muscular, the cuff squeezed hard - which was quite uncomfortable. It deflated very slowly, then as soon as the machine had a reading it beeped again and re-inflated. It was done three times, each time seeming to squeeze harder. When the medic unfastened the cuff, Craig could see red marks on his arm.    
 
The medic pressed two cold fingers against the side of his neck, feeling for a pulse, and held a small watch with her free hand. Craig glanced across at Private Duncan who was now standing by the end of the table, looking along the full length of his naked body. More humiliation, he thought, since he had to lie there and let her - he couldn’t cover himself and didn’t dare raise any objection. Satisfied with the pulse in his neck, the medic grabbed his wrist and felt for his pulse. Again, she pressed on quite hard and stared at her watch.
 
“Open your legs.” she said suddenly.
 
Craig closed his eyes and parted his thighs. He felt her press around the top of his thigh, near where his leg  met his groin, her hand was very close to his penis and testicles. She found the pulse she was searching for and pressed firmly. Craig was relieved that this triggered no sexual response at all, he didn’t want another beating with her ruler. Finally she checked a pulse in his ankle and Craig opened his eyes.  
 
“Sit up and turn so your legs are dangling over the side, put your hands on the table.”
 
Craig swung into position, his legs slightly parted for comfort, and Private Duncan moved for a better view between his legs. The medic struck him on each leg in turn, just under the knee, and his reflexes made him kick out. She nodded, satisfied.  
 
“Get up and stand to attention.”
 
Craig stood, nude and full frontal, facing the centre of the room while the medic made more notes on his green form. Sergeant Shaw glanced at him, as she continued overseeing the processing of the male recruits, while Private Duncan’s eyes wandered from his nipples to his thighs and back again.  
 
“Close your eyes, then touch your nose with the first finger of your left hand.”
 
Craig obeyed, and was then told to do the same with his other hand.  
 
“Open your eyes again. And move!” snapped the medic, sending Craig on yet another short walk.
 
A young nurse waited at the next area, reading a small red book. She looked up as Craig marched towards her, his long dangly penis swinging, and her eyes widened.  
 
Craig’s jaw dropped, “Anna, what…” he began, instantly regretting it.
 
Blushing deeply, he clasped both hands in front of his manhood.  
 
“You know each other?” asked Private Duncan.  
 
Craig tensed his jaw muscles and pretended he hadn’t heard the question. His mind was racing.
 
“Craig’s dating my sister,” explained Anna simply, her own cheeks reddening a little.
 
Craig knew Anna was a nurse of course, but she worked at the local hospital. She’d occasionally mentioned some ‘outside work’ she did but never gone into detail so he’d assumed it was home visits for elderly patients or something. But now he knew exactly what she really did, and she’d just seen his penis!
 
“Stand to attention, Recruit Mazelle,” said Private Duncan.
 
Craig looked at her, about to object, then thought of Sergeant Shaw - Private Duncan had only to raise her voice to summon her. He uncovered his penis and stood to attention, trying to mentally distance himself from what was happening, but it was no good. He was standing full frontal, showing his naked body to his girlfriend’s sister. They’d visited her, gone night clubbing, sat opposite her for Sunday dinner, he’d laughed and joked with her, played party games, jumped in the pool in his swimming shorts in front of her. But never, ever, been naked in front of her. Until now, when she was seeing everything her sister saw in private  - including his sexual organs.  
 
Anna picked up a tape measure from the table and stepped towards Craig.  
 
“I have to… measure you,” she explained.
 
Craig nodded silently, swallowing hard and averting his eyes. Anna took a deep breath to steady her nerves, then looped the tape measure around his neck, pulling it fairly tight but not uncomfortably so. He could feel his penis reacting and instantly thought of the wooden ruler. Anna called out the measurement to Private Duncan who updated the form. During the next few minutes, he was measured across his shoulders, down each arm, across his chest - for which Anna asked him to raise his arms, which Craig found very embarrassing. Then she looped the tape around his waist, her eyes and hands only inches away from his genitals, then his hips. That was the most embarrassing part, since the tape brushed against his penis when she let go.  
 
“Can you open your legs a little?” asked Anna.
 
Craig gulped, and parted his legs. He felt her wrap the tape measure around his right thigh and pull it tight. Her cool fingers rested on his leg as she lined up the tape. She was touching his body in the sort of places he liked to feel her sister’s hands.  
 
“Show me the palms of your hands,” requested Anna, putting the tape measure in her pocket.  
 
She looked at his hands, then stood behind him.  
 
“Show me the soles of your feet, one at a time.”
 
Craig lifted his left foot off the floor, then his right. He had a sinking sensation in his stomach as he wondered if he was about to have his future sister-in-law look between his buttocks. Fortunately that didn’t seem to be on her list.
 
“Private Duncan!” shouted Sergeant Shaw, “A word.”
 
The female soldier hurried off, leaving Craig and Anna alone.
 
“I’m sorry,” whispered Anna, “I didn’t know you were coming here. Melissa said you were off to Dunford.”
 
“Dunford’s closed for some secret work,” explained Craig quietly, “When I got there they put us in a couple of coaches - one came here, I don’t know about the other.”
 
Anna glanced down, reminding Craig that he was having a conversation with her while he was completely naked and showing off his penis. But there was nothing he could do about it, and he had another question.
 
“Why are there so many women?”
 
“It was a female unit, they’ve only recently started training men. That’s why things are a bit makeshift. They brought some male staff in, but only a few.”
 
No doubt some of the female officers resented the change, thought Craig.
 
“Are women done like this?”
 
Anna looked surprised, “Of course not, that’s individual and private. It’s only like this for men.”
 
She glanced over his shoulder and put her finger to her lips, then picked up the green form. Craig heard the sound of approaching booted feet.
 
“Tell Melissa I love her,” whispered Craig, standing to attention as Private Duncan returned.  
 
“I’m finished now,” said Anna, “You can go to the next station.”
 
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very good as the beguinning of the srory,even if I think that the presence of a young girl that he knows very well at one of the medical section is a little too much incredible.
 
It is  enough humiliating to be examined like he is, it is not necessary to add the exposure to a well-known young girl who is the sister of his girl friend, even if you have found an explanation : she is a nurse who works in a local hospital and have   some occasional outside works, why not ? but in the army for this kind of physicals for young men, it is too much unlikeky to happen in my opinion but it is your right as the writer of a fiction.
 
This poor guy is too much unlucky because he will meet this young girl several times after the physical.
 
On the opposite, I appreciate the plausible reason that you give to justify that there is a lot of women to perform the exams, almost only women indeed, which is normally not the rule. It needs an explanation and Anna give it : it is because this was before a female unit which have only recently started training men and it explains  why things are a bit  makeshift  and it is true that they were .
she said that they brought some male staff in  but only a few.
ok, it is a good reason.  
 
And I like also the surprise of Anna when the young guy asks at her if women physicals are  done like this,  it is always pleasant if you are in favor of the double standard  to hear that the answer is of course not, it is individual and private for women, it is only like this for men.
 
The best is the fact that Anna is surprised by the question, it is so obvious that this is only for men.
Never women would be examined in plain view of everybody like it is for men.
but why would it be an issue for young men, they must have no privacy because they must not be modest. It is one of the army rule since always.
It is perfectly normal that women can see them naked but the opposite was not even conceivable!
 
May be she is thinking also to physicals in group for male students in school and for sport, as a nurse, she knows a lot about the physicals of  boys and male teenagers and she knows that they have no privacy at all during these physicals on the opposite of the girls students.
 
the modesty of males is never taken in account, so why would it be more an issue in the army?
 
I like also when "Craig" is thinking that there is no doubt that some of the female officers resented the change when the female unit had only recently started training men, he thought certainly that some of them disagree and it explains why they are so rough with him.  
 
it is plausible because we know that the same opinion can happen when men are forced to agree with the presence of women in some jobs.
 
About your story, there is nevertheless something that I miss, I would like that sergeant Shaw have a more important part in the physical.  
In my opinion, she is not enough present to supervise the physical of Craig.
she would be more closer at some sections and looked with interest at the naked body of Craig as much as "Privatre Duncan" is doing.
 
Also why sergeant Shaw has shouted to  "Private  Duncan" to come to talk with her ,
I hope that you will tell us later the reason of this talk.
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Once again, Easerman10, thank you for your input.
 
on May 21st, 2010, 4:49am, easter_man_10 wrote:
even if I think that the presence of a young girl that he knows very well at one of the medical section is a little too much incredible.

Yes, I agree. I wanted someone he could ask questions, which is easier with someone he knows. It also gives me the opportunity to have her relate some details to his girlfriend and her family Wink And to ensure he gets teased a lot Grin After all, she's had the opportunity to inspect her potential brother-in-law, and I'm sure she's impressed!
 
As for her presence, perhaps the army is short of nurses and hires in some civilian help. And she had no idea she'd see Craig, he wasn't supposed to come here, otherwise she might have changed shifts. It's an unlikely sequence of events, and I agree it stretches credibility, but sometimes stranger coincidences happen in life.  
 
What I'm aiming for in this story is to try and stay on the "just possible, however unlikely" side rather than "impossible". Which is why I'm very appreciative of your thoughts and comments Smiley  
 
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The best is the fact that Anna is surprised by the question, it is so obvious that this is only for men.

I enjoyed writing that part Grin  It's as though she's telling him not to be silly Wink  
 
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About your story, there is nevertheless something that I miss, I would like that sergeant Shaw have a more important part in the physical.

She will have a little more involvement towards the end, but she is also going to be part of his training after his physical is over. And as you might expect, Craig's embarrassing experiences will continue when he starts proper training.  
 
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Also why sergeant Shaw has shouted to  "Private  Duncan" to come to talk with her ,
I hope that you will tell us later the reason of this talk.

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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 5 added
« Reply #19 on: May 21st, 2010, 11:38am »
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Part 6
 
Craig longed for a rest. He was physically and emotionally drained, this was far worse than anything he’d imagined. People had warned him to expect a tough day and some harsh treatment, but nobody had told him that he’d be stripped, paraded naked, and intimately examined in front of female soldiers.
 
He halted in front of a tall, bulky male soldier, wearing dark brown uniform with Sergeant stripes on the sleeves. He was in his fifties, with short grey hair and a very stern expression. His size and the way he looked at Craig made the young man tremble, struggling to control his nerves. Being completely naked increased the tension he felt, and made the thought of what might happen even more intimidating. Sergeant Price looked at Craig, who stared straight ahead and stood perfectly still.  
 
“Who is this?” the Sergeant asked Private Duncan.  
 
His deep voice sent a shiver down Craig’s spine. This man was someone to be afraid of, and he felt very uncomfortable about showing his penis in front of him.      
 
“Recruit Mazelle, Sergeant!” replied Private Duncan.
 
“Recruit Mazelle,” said Sergeant Price, “a quarter turn is where you rotate by ninety degrees. So if you are facing North you end up facing East. Do you understand?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!” said Craig.
 
“Quarter turn!” snapped Sergeant Price.  
 
Craig spun to his right.  
 
“Quarter turn!”  
 
Craig turned again,  and saw Sergeant Shaw looking at him from across the room.  
 
“Quarter turn! Quarter turn!”  
 
Craig was now facing Sgt Price again. Private Duncan had seen the pulse in Craig’s neck quicken, not to mention his penis swinging as he turned. She enjoyed this part of the men’s physicals, their nudity and fear made it more exciting.
 
“Put your arms out in front of you!” snapped Sergeant Price.
 
Craig obeyed. Private Duncan turned to the Sergeant and raised a hand.
 
“Yes Private?”
 
“Sergeant Shaw told me to inform her when you started the squats, Sergeant.”  
 
“Do so.”
 
Craig bit his lip, knowing he was in for a further humiliation. Booted footsteps approached as Private Duncan returned with the female Sergeant, they both chose to stand where they could see him full frontal.  
 
Sergeant Price cleared his throat: “Squat! Crouch down so your backside is level with your knees!”  
 
With three people observing every move of his naked body, Craig squatted. He kept his arms straight out in front of him, and felt the tension in his calves, knees and thighs.  
 
“My name is Sergeant Price,” said the deep, menacing voice, “You’ll get to know me very well because I’m in charge of your basic training, along with Sergeant Shaw. So you’ll see a lot of us, but we’ll see a lot more of you.”  
 
Craig’s heart sank and his stomach was gripped with nerves. This was another ‘joke’ he was not allowed to laugh at. In any case, he was too afraid and embarrassed to find any humour in the comment. From where she was standing, Private Duncan had an excellent view of his body - arms and thighs tensed and penis drooping between his legs.
 
“Name?” demanded Sergeant Shaw suddenly.
 
“Recruit Mazelle Sergeant!” replied Craig.
 
“Name?” demanded Sergeant Price.
 
“Recruit Mazelle Sergeant!” repeated Craig.
 
“Read this!” snapped Sergeant Shaw, holding a piece of paper in front of him.
 
Craig recognised the words from earlier. He realised his voice sounded a little strained as he spoke.
 
“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.”
 
“Who is your superior today Recruit Mazelle?” demanded Sergeant Price.
 
“You are Sergeant!”  
 
“What about me?” snapped Sergeant Shaw.
 
“Yes Sergeant, Sorry Sergeant!”
 
Craig was feeling the physical strain in his arms and legs now, this position was uncomfortable to hold. But neither Sergeant showed any intention of halting the exercise.  
 
“Everyone in this room, apart from the other recruits, is your superior!” corrected Sergeant Shaw.  
 
“Yes Sergeant!” acknowledged Craig.
 
“Read the last sentence again!” ordered Sergeant Price.
 
Craig licked his dry lips.
 
“I give up my rights as a free individual and swear to accept all discipline necessary to ensure my obedience.”
 
“All - discipline - necessary.” repeated Sergeant Price in a monotone, “Do you understand that?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
Private Duncan drew in a deep breath as she admired Craig’s physique, the powerful arms, magnificent thighs, firm buttocks, long penis.  
 
“Are you being unfairly treated?” asked Sergeant Shaw.
 
“No Sergeant!”
 
“Is this discipline necessary?” she asked.
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
“Stand up!” ordered Sergeant Price.
 
A little unsteadily, Craig straightened up. He hadn’t been told to lower his arms, so kept them in position. After the discomfort of squatting down, this felt a little easier.
 
“At ease. Drink this.” Sergeant Price held out a bottle of water, “All of it.”
 
Craig took it gratefully and drained almost half the bottle in a series of much needed gulps. He paused for breath, then drained the last of the water. Immediately, Sergeant Price handed him another bottle and repeated the order. Not really thirsty now, but completely obedient, Craig drank. He hoped there wasn’t a third bottle.
 
“Squat!” ordered Sergeant Shaw.  
 
Automatically, Craig obeyed the order and crouched down. The two sergeants repeated the routine of asking his name and making him read the oath. He found holding his position even more uncomfortable this time, as his bladder was feeling full. He wondered how much longer the physical would last, did he have the courage to ask to use the bathroom?
 
“Stand to attention!” ordered Sergeant Price.
 
Craig stood up and something caught his eye. A large plastic crate next to the wall was full of bottles. They looked different to the ones he’d been given to drink, and he wondered what they were. Refills perhaps? Sergeant Shaw followed his gaze, the trace of a smile on her lips.
 
“They’re urine samples.” she explained.  
 
Craig’s mind raced. He thought he’d heard running water earlier, while he was at the previous stage. Surely he didn‘t have to do it here, not like this! Sergeant Price was writing on the side of a large empty plastic bottle. He turned it round so Craig could see “Recruit Mazelle” on the label.  
 
“Squat!” ordered Sergeant Shaw.
 
As Craig bent his knees, he realised this exercise was designed to make him pee. They would make him drink and squat again and again until he needed to relieve himself. Already he could feel the pressure building, and the more he thought about it the more he wanted to go.
 
“Raise your right hand when you’re ready to pee.” said Sergeant Price.
 
Blushing, Craig raised his hand straightaway.  
 
“Stand up,” said Sergeant Shaw.
 
Craig stood and she handed him the empty specimen bottle.  
 
“Put the end of your penis inside,” she explained, “slide the neck of the bottle up your shaft so nothings spills out, and empty your bladder. There are some tissues on the table to wipe the end of your penis when you‘ve finished and a waste bin under the table. Do it now.”
 
Craig slid his penis inside the container, feeling an instant urge to pee. He wondered which way to face, but since they were all watching him it made no difference. He felt the surge of his urine and found passing water incredibly comforting. He could hear the loud pouring sound as he emptied himself into the transparent bottle, seeing his penis inside in mid flow reminded him that everyone else had a clear view as well. But for the first time since he’d arrived he actually felt some pleasure, even if it was only peeing! His steady stream lasted a surprising length of time, and he was grateful for the size of the bottle. He felt the last few drops, and waggled his penis while still in the bottle in order to shake them off. He was blushing, this was the first time anyone had seen him pee since he was a child. He reached for a tissue as he withdrew his penis and placed the bottle on the table. Dabbing carefully at the end, he made sure he was completely dry and dropped the tissue in the bin. Sergeant Price screwed a lid on the sample bottle.
 
“This way!” ordered Sergeant Shaw, marching towards the next section.
 
With no time to recover his composure, Craig took a deep breath and followed. He’d hoped this was the last stage but clearly there was more to come. Private Duncan followed him, the trace of a smirk on her face. Craig was an impressive “pee-er” she thought.
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 5 added
« Reply #20 on: May 21st, 2010, 3:30pm »
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Nice story, Jill, I like these stories of forced male nudity in front of females.
I hope the female sergeant will also be in charge of the barrack of her male platoon when she wakes them up in the morning and orders them into the showers, among other things. Also nothing wrong with having the younger female corporal accampany her on these daily inspections of the new recruits and humiliating them while drilling them.
Actually I did see a short documentary on TV once about a young female sergeant humiliating and shouting at the new recruits while drilling them. Unfortunately I only saw a small part of it, so I don't know if she inspected them in the barracks or not.  
Anyway I hope she keeps her professionality and doesn't fall for any of the boys, but keeps on humilating them for her pleasure without showing any weakness. It is part of her duty after all.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 6 added
« Reply #21 on: May 21st, 2010, 8:21pm »
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Hehe, thanks BobbyBare, I'm glad you like it. I feel very naughty writing this one, lots of kinky moments  Grin
 
Part 7
 
There seemed to be a backlog at the next station. When Craig had approached the others they’d been ready for him, but this time one recruit was standing and waiting while another was sitting on the table. Both young men were naked and accompanied by female soldiers. There was an older nurse holding a test tube to the arm of the recruit on the table, and drawing blood from a vein. Craig frowned, he hated having blood samples taken.  
 
A young male soldier, wearing a brown uniform, ran over. Craig was surprised to see that they did have some male privates here after all.  
 
“Sergeant Shaw, there’s a call for you,” he said, pointing towards a desk and phone in the corner of the room.  
 
“Private Duncan,” said the Sergeant, “Stay with Recruit Mazelle, give him some discipline while you wait.”
 
Craig’s jaw dropped as the Sergeant hurried off to deal with the interruption. He glanced at Private Duncan, and saw her looking up and down his body again. He could feel a stirring between his legs as he wondered what she was going to do. There was a gleam in her eye.
 
“Squat.”
 
Just one word, and she said it slowly, emphasising her temporary power over him. She was younger than he was, with no real authority, and yet she could order him to squat down and tense his naked body in front of her. And she could keep him in that position for as long as she wanted. Craig put his arms out and crouched down.  
 
The recruit on the table stood up, with a small sticking plaster on his arm, and was marched away. The next in line took his place and was looking in the opposite direction as the nurse pushed the needle in. Private Duncan looked at him. He had a nice, shapely body, not as muscular as Craig but still very cute. His penis dangled between his long legs, the end covered by foreskin, and she looked down at Craig’s circumcised member, comparing the two. Craig remained in his uncomfortable position for several minutes, until the other recruit had moved on and Sergeant Shaw returned.  
 
“Stand up and get on the table,” ordered the Sergeant.  
 
Craig straightened up, flexing his aching legs, and sat on the table next to the nurse. His penis was drooping between his parted thighs. The nurse slipped a fabric tourniquet over his hand and slid it up towards the top of his bare arm, before pulling it tight. She waited a moment, then tapped at the veins in his arm. He felt a sharp pain and winced as the needle entered his vein. Sergeant Shaw and Private Duncan stood and watched as a slow trickle of blood dripped into the test tube. After a few moments, the nurse detached the test tube from the needle and placed it in a rack, then unfastened the tourniquet before slowly withdrawing the needle. The fabric slipped down to his wrist and she pressed a small ball of cotton wool on the wound.
 
“Press on here,” she told him, allowing him to hold the cotton wool.  
 
She waited for a brief time, then gently eased Craig’s finger off the cotton wool and removed it. She gave him a reassuring smile and pressed a small sticking plaster over his wound.  
 
“That’s the end of your initial physical,” announced Sergeant Shaw, “Go and join the other recruits for some relaxation.”
 
Private Duncan led him to the far end of the room, where half a dozen naked recruits sat on a long wooden bench. Most of them had their hands in front of their manhood. As Private Duncan walked away, Craig gratefully flopped down onto the end of the bench and let out a long sigh.  
 
“I thought that would never end,” he said to the others.
 
“That was the easy part,” said the guy next to him, it was the one whose penis Private Duncan had been comparing with Craig’s.
 
Craig frowned, his feelings of relief had been very short lived. During the next couple of minutes a few more recruits joined them, until ten naked young men sat on the bench. They all looked tired and shocked.
 
Craig heard someone clap their hands and looked up. A woman in her mid thirties was standing there and looking at them expectantly. She wore a grey tracksuit and looked like she’d stepped from an advertisement for a health and fitness product.  
 
“Up you get,” she said brightly, not as an order, and without any trace of military discipline.
 
The ten naked male recruits stood up, covering their penises. They shuffled awkwardly, looking embarrassed.  
 
“My name is King, and I’m a Physical Training Instructor, PTI for short. The correct term of address when you speak to me is Ma’am. Clear?”
 
“Yes ma’am!” replied the recruits at once.
 
“Good. Now stand to attention!”
 
Craig’s eyes widened. The friendly reassuring presence had vanished in an instant to be replaced by a personality as tough as any he’d encountered today. He put his arms by his sides and uncovered his penis, as the other nine men did the same. She looked along the line of bare penises.
 
“You’re going to do some warm up exercises before your training begins properly. Normally you’d wear a jockstrap, but today you’ll manage without. This way.”
 
She led them towards the centre of the large room and Craig realised they’d be in full view of all the medics, nurses and soldiers who were dealing with some more recruits.  
 
“Line up!” demanded PTI King.
 
They formed a single line in front of her, standing to attention with their full frontal nudity displayed.  
 
“Squat!” ordered PTI King.
 
Craig gulped, wondering whether these people simply got a buzz from that one. He joined his fellow recruits in the crouching position, feeling the aches in his thighs and buttocks already. PTI King walked slowly along the line, studying each pair of thighs in turn. She stopped in front of Craig.
 
“Name?” she asked.
 
“Recruit Mazelle Ma’am!”
 
“Great body, Mazelle. Stand up.”
 
Craig straightened up, feeling her eyes running all over his nudity.  
 
“Stand next to me and face the group. Everyone else, stand up.”
 
Craig looked nervous as he walked over to her, and turned so all eyes were on him.  
 
“Take a good look at Mazelle’s body,” said PTI King, “This is an example of the standard you’re aiming for. There’s still room for improvement, but he’s got a head start. Turn around so they can see your backside.”
 
Blushing and feeling very awkward, Craig turned. PTI King slapped him hard across his buttocks, making him jerk.  
 
“Listen to that sound,” she said, slapping him again, “That’s the sound of firm flesh.”
 
She slapped him a third time, much harder.    
 
“Get back in line.”
 
Craig returned to his place in the line up, his face bright red. He suspected his buttocks were probably red too.  
 
“Twenty push ups - get down!” ordered PTI King.  
 
Craig dropped to the floor and began exercising, feeling his penis and balls swinging around.  
 
“Mazelle - you can do thirty!”
 
Craig couldn’t work out whether being singled out was some kind of punishment or a bizarre compliment.  
 
“When you’ve finished, flip over. I want twenty sit-ups. Mazelle - thirty!”
 
As he worked out, Craig wondered how much longer he was going to have to show his genitals, hadn‘t people seen them enough? It may have been necessary to be nude for the medical, but he couldn’t think of any reason why they were made to exercise naked. Surely they could have their briefs on.  
 
“Twenty star-jumps! Mazelle - forty!”
 
The recruits stood up, they were flagging now. Some of them looked like they’d struggle to do ten star-jumps. Craig told himself to keep going. All the time his penis was swinging around in front of him.  Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen… He was running out of energy too.  
 
“Keep going!” yelled PTI King.
 
Summoning up what reserves they had, the recruits forced themselves to continue. Eventually, gasping for breath, they all stopped - including Craig. PTI King looked approving along the line of naked bodies. She opened her mouth and he felt sure she was going to tell them to sit down and rest.
 
“Squat!” she ordered.
 
Craig heard someone groan. One of the recruits had started to crouch down but instead slumped onto his knees, exhausted. PTI King told him to sit to one side out of the way. Gradually a couple more gave up and flopped down, they were ordered to move as well. Eventually the only recruits still squatting were Craig and the guy with the long legs and uncircumcised penis.
 
“Sit down and recover your strength.”
 
Craig sank to the floor and flopped back, lying on the cold surface. He didn’t care that he was naked, or that everyone could see him full frontal. He didn’t care how many people were measuring his penis and balls with their eyes. He just wanted to sleep, then to wake up and find today had just been a bad dream. PTI King’s next words shattered that fantasy.
 
“You have a ten minute break before your next activity.”
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 7 added
« Reply #22 on: May 22nd, 2010, 12:41am »
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Oh, I'm loving this. These kinds of group humiliation things are fantastic. I wonder what activities await our heroes? Looking forward to the next update, Jill!
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Maybe the PT instructor can take them out to exercise in the yard where there are a group of  girls waitng to watch from outside the fence. But better ask them to put their jockstraps on first. If the PT instructor sees that a guy is not obeying her orders she can make him take off the jockstrap to the delight of the girls watching from outside.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 7 added
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Hehe, thanks for the comments again boys  Kiss
 
The poor guys are still nude, with no end in sight!  Shocked
 
Part 8
 
It felt like the shortest ten minutes of Craig’s life.  
 
“On your feet!” ordered PTI King.
 
Without hesitation, the ten naked men got up. They lined up in front of her and stood to attention. Each recruit had aching muscles after their short but intensive work out, and their penises dangled.  
 
“You’re going to the gym. Turn to your right. Move!”
 
She strode across the room to a set of double doors and pushed them wide open, with a shock Craig saw that they led outside. Emerging into the sunlight, Craig initially enjoyed the feeling of escape. Then the strangeness of being naked outside hit him along with the discomfort of walking barefoot on tarmac. He had his arms by his sides, nothing covering his penis.  
 
To his right was part of the main building, a single storey extension with windows. He didn’t want to contemplate whether anyone was looking out of them. To his left was open space leading to the parade ground. Ahead of him was another building with a high roof, double doors and a row of windows set into the stone walls. It was a fairly short distance, perhaps ten metres or so, but Craig felt incredibly exposed. Anyone walking past would have seen ten male recruits in all their naked masculinity.  
 
PTI King pushed open the doors to the gym and stood to one side while the recruits filed in. She followed them, leaving the doors open. They led directly into the gym, there was no entrance lobby or corridor. It was a wide open space, windows down one side, equipment stacked against the wall on the other and a couple of doors in the far wall. There was a wooden screen towards the far end of the gym, creating a small concealed area on one side. Almost directly opposite was a line of punch bags hanging from the roof. Craig sniffed, the gym smelled of a polish, cleaning fluid and sweat.  
 
PTI King stood in front of the windows and ordered the recruits to line up. This meant they were facing the glass, looking out onto part of the parade ground.  
 
“Put your arms above your heads and stretch, reach as far as you can.”
 
Craig stretched, showing her the full length of his body. She walked along the line, looking at each recruit in turn. She paused by the guy with the long legs and uncircumcised penis.
 
“Name?” she demanded.
 
“Recruit Gray Ma’am!”
 
“Having long legs does not mean you can do half the exercise. I told you to reach as far as you can, stretch yourself more!”
 
Arms and legs taut, Alistair Gray managed to reach just that bit higher. His penis was pointing forwards, either due to a semi erection or a side effect of stretching. Craig glanced down at his own, and realised his too was slightly raised because of the tension in his pelvic muscles. Obviously PTI King wasn’t in the least concerned about their modesty.
 
“Heels off the ground, reach higher. Higher!” she ordered.
 
Craig wobbled as he tried to keep his balance, and saw the others having the same problem. One recruit near the end of the line lowered his arms, covered his genitals and put his feet flat on the floor. PTI King ran over to him.
 
“I didn’t order you to stop! Stretch.”  
 
The recruit ignored her.  
 
“Stretch!”
 
“Screw you!” he snarled back, “I’ve had enough!”
 
Booted feet ran across the gym. Nobody had noticed Sergeant Price standing in the doorway.
 
“Recruit Lawson!” he bellowed, “Lie face down! The rest of you on your knees with your hands on your heads!”
 
Craig exchanged a frightened glance with Alistair as they both knelt. Lawson stood defiantly, staring at the Sergeant.  
 
“Lie face down!” repeated Sergeant Price, “Do it!”
 
Lawson ignored him, Craig watched with a mixture of curiosity and fear. The Sergeant struck Lawson across the back of his legs, behind the knees, with a swift and perfectly aimed blow. The recruit’s legs buckled and he slumped down. While he was falling, the Sergeant pushed him forwards. Lawson put his hands out to break his fall and landed on the floor. He was now down on all fours. The Sergeant’s booted foot pressed firmly but not violently on Lawson’s back, forcing him down. The whole movement had taken just seconds.
 
“When I give you an order you obey! When your PT Instructor gives you an order you obey! When a cleaner tells you to move your boots so she can mop the floor, you obey! What’s your problem Recruit Lawson?”
 
“I’m sick of it!” yelled Lawson, “Sick of being naked, sick of being marched around and humiliated! Sick of the lot of you!”
 
“You are naked for a reason! You are naked because you’ve been ordered to be naked! Every recruit starts his army life naked, every recruit remains naked until ordered not to be naked. If you can’t obey a simple order to be naked how are you going to obey an order to shoot someone? Every recruit in this room is embarrassed about being naked, and every recruit in this room has a lot more embarrassment to come. If you think this is humiliating wait until you find out what else you’re going to do!”
 
Although aimed at Lawson, Alistair and Craig exchanged another worried look. Sergeant Price drew a deep breath, took a whistle from his pocket and blew it. Within seconds, two male soldiers ran into the gym.  
 
“Cuff him and take him to Sergeant Walsh. Tell him Recruit Lawson doesn’t like being naked.”    
 
The two soldiers clamped handcuffs on Lawson’s wrists and ankles, then hauled him to his feet. He was dragged away.
 
“Does anyone else have a grievance they want to air?” asked Sergeant Price, looking at the kneeling recruits.
 
The young men all shook their heads. The Sergeant put a hand to his ear.
 
“No Sergeant!” shouted nine men at the same time.  
 
The Sergeant turned to PTI King.
 
“My apologies for the interruption, please continue.”
 
“Thank you Sergeant.” said PTI King mildly, as though nothing important had happened, “Now where were we? Oh yes, stand up and stretch.”
 
The nine remaining nude men stood up, doubling their efforts to reach high into the air. When PTI King walked down the line, Alistair was virtually standing on his toes. Craig looked out of the window and gulped. A group of young female recruits, wearing blouses and tennis skirts, walked past the gym. They looked with interest and curiosity at the nine full frontal males stretching upwards and exposing their penises and testicles. A couple of them were giggling.
 
“And rest!” ordered PTI King.
 
Gratefully the recruits lowered their arms and put their feet flat on the floor. Craig felt aches in places he couldn’t recall aching before.
 
“You’re going to take a shower. Follow me!”
 
They followed the PT Instructor through one of the doors at the far end of the gym. It opened into a large room with white tiled walls and a grey floor. Set into one wall was a door with a sign saying “Women only”. Along the far wall was a changing area consisting of a row of metal clothes hooks above a single long wooden bench. A clear perspex partition separated the changing area from the rest of the room, which was a large open square. Suspended from the ceiling was a line of shower heads directly above small drains set into the floor. Hanging next to the shower heads, on the end of elastic cords, were bottles of shower gel. A row of small windows ran along two of the walls just above head height. The whole place smelled new and freshly painted.
 
“This is the male changing room,” explained PTI King, “and this is the door to the female changing room, which is strictly out of bounds.”
 
She pulled a large silver lever set into the wall behind her and the shower heads sprang into life, spraying water over a limited area.  
 
“Take a shower,” she ordered simply.
 
Craig followed the others and stood under a shower head, the water was like warm rain and felt wonderful. He reached up and pulled a bottle of shower gel down, squeezed some onto his hand and let go. The little bottle sprang back up on the elastic. He started to rub the gel onto his bare chest, then realised PTI King was still in the room. She was going to watch them shower. He thought back to the incident with Recruit Lawson and decided it was best to just carry on.
 
PTI King surveyed the wet naked men in front of her. Most were pretty average guys, decent bodies but nothing sensational. Recruits Mazelle and Gray, however, were much more interesting. Mazelle was obviously no stranger to the gym, he was toned and athletic, a real pleasure to have stripped down for her. Gray was leaner and less toned, but tall and graceful. And his legs went on forever.  She watched the water cascading down their naked bodies, trickling off their penises.  
 
Alistair let the water pour over his face, the relief was enormous. He felt a strange mixture of emotions. The shower was very welcome, and group showers were something he was used to, but the presence of a female PT Instructor gave him confused feelings. He still felt embarrassed about his nudity, he’d never been naked for such a long time and in front of so many people before. But at the same time, having a woman watching him shower was not an unpleasant experience. His eyes wandered around the room and a thought occurred to him. The women’s changing room was out of bounds, that made sense, but in order to reach it the women would have to walk through the men’s changing room and past these open plan showers. Privacy really was a thing of the past.  
 
He was just starting to wonder whether that thought had occurred to anyone else, when he heard voices and the main door started to open.  
 
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I've added In The Army Now to the collection of typed up stories. You can download it from http://www.secretarea51.com/sfw/InTheArmy_US.pdf (for the US version) or http://www.secretarea51.com/sfw/InTheArmy_UK.pdf (for the UK version).
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« Reply #26 on: May 23rd, 2010, 2:01pm »
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Excellent work as always, Jclause2 Kiss  
 
As for the recruits, I'm afraid it's not over yet Wink  
 
Part 9
 
It was a strange relief when Sergeant Shaw walked in, they’d been expecting a group of female recruits to see their wet naked bodies.  
 
“Attention!” ordered PTI King.
 
Instantly the young men stopped washing themselves and stood with their arms by their sides, the water still pouring over their stripped physiques. Sergeant Shaw looked along the line up with an air of satisfaction, then gestured to PTI King to switch off the water.  
 
“As you know,” said the Sergeant, “Recruit Lawson has shown a lack of respect for authority, which we do not tolerate. He will receive his punishment on the parade ground in fifteen minutes. It’s important that you understand discipline so you will witness his punishment. You will be naked, but covering your manhood. That is all.”
 
She nodded to PTI King and marched out.
 
“Now wash your penises,” said the PT Instructor, turning the water back on, “If you’re uncut, slide your foreskin back so you can wash around your cockhead. A clean and healthy penis is essential, but remember you‘re washing and not playing.”  
 
Craig and Alistair exchanged glances, both looking as embarrassed as each other. Alistair started to roll his foreskin back while Craig rubbed a blob of shower gel on his sensitive end. PTI King walked up and down the line throughout the intimate washing routine. Eventually, satisfied that every male member was impeccably presented, she turned the water off and opened a cupboard door. She counted out nine towels, then walked down the line handing one to each guy.
 
“Shake as much water off your bodies as you can before starting to use the towel. You have three minutes to get dry. Begin!”
 
She seemed to be amused by the sight of nine naked males frantically rubbing their bodies with the cheap, army issue towels. They ought to get some bigger towels, she thought, since the men had more body area to dry than the women. The best they were likely to manage was to be almost dry.  
 
“Time’s up!” she announced after what felt like a very short three minutes, “Drop your towels in the basket by the door and line up in the gym.”
 
Still damp, Craig led the way - casually tossing his towel into the white plastic basket. Once in the gym he hesitated for a second, wondering where she wanted them to line up. He decided to play safe and stood facing the windows again. There was a lot of activity on the parade ground, several female privates marching around and some of the sergeants. This was going to be another embarrassing experience, not just for Lawson, but for all of them. Instinctively he clasped both hands in front of his manhood. The other eight recruits joined him and copied his stance.  
 
PTI King emerged from the changing room and closed the door. She walked over to join the recruits and glanced out of the window. She decided not to make them stand to attention, since Sergeant Shaw had told them they’d be covering their penises outside.
 
“When you’re on the parade ground stand perfectly still and say nothing,” she explained, “It won’t be pleasant to watch, but consider it part of your toughening up. Follow me.”
 
With their hands in place for some much needed modesty, the naked recruits followed PTI King out of the gym and turned right. Ten female privates stood in a line and Craig recognised some of them from the physical examination, including Private Duncan. Also present were Sergeants Forbes, Price and Shaw as well as another male Sergeant he didn’t recognise; a tall thin man with a stern expression. Presumably this was Sergeant Walsh. In the middle of the open space was a gym horse - a wooden box with a padded top. Craig was puzzled, what was that for?
 
“Recruits - line up there!” shouted Sergeant Forbes.
 
He pointed to an empty space directly opposite the female soldiers. As Craig lined up with his group, he realised this was a rare occasion when he wasn’t quite showing everything off in front of Private Duncan. Sergeant Walsh stepped forward and blew a whistle. Heavy booted feet marched onto the parade ground, two male soldiers escorting Recruit Lawson. Lawson wore a one piece grey outfit which covered him from his shoulders to his thighs, like a ‘singlet’ worn by a wrestler. Craig realised how naked he felt, and longed to have some clothes on. He was grateful for the warm weather.  
 
Lawson looked defeated. He avoided eye contact with everyone expect Sergeant Walsh.
 
“Name?” demanded Walsh.
 
“Recruit Lawson Sergeant!”
 
“Why are you here?”
 
“I disobeyed orders Sergeant!”
 
The way he spoke sounded forced, like someone repeating what he’d been told to say. Craig suspected that Lawson had been verbally disciplined already, and his mind was weighing up the situation. Was Lawson’s punishment to do repeated exercises on the gym horse? The two soldiers escorted Lawson to the gym horse, then one grabbed his ’singlet’ and swiftly pulled it down, stripping him completely. Craig now realised what was going to happen, and felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. Lawson stood at one end of the gym horse and bent over it. The second soldier stood at the other end and gripped Lawson’s arms, holding him still.  
 
“Recruits - Attention!” shouted Sergeant Shaw.  
 
Craig was startled. Surely she’d said… But this was no time to argue. In full view of the female soldiers opposite, all nine naked recruits put their arms by their sides and exposed their genitals. He saw Private Duncan’s eyes alternating between his penis and Alistair’s as she compared them.
 
Sergeant Walsh blew his whistle again. The soldier who’d stripped Lawson unhooked something from the end of the gym horse. It looked like a riding crop, which Craig had seen jockeys use. He heard Alistair mutter the word “shit” under his breath. There was a swishing sound, followed by a fleshy smack and Lawson yelped. Then another, and another. Craig felt dizzy, this was too much for him; standing on a parade ground, stark naked, showing his full frontal nudity to everyone and having to witness a fellow recruit being whipped. He wanted to protest, but realised with a shock there was nobody to protest to. And he didn’t want to end up lying across a gym horse with red lines on his backside.
 
As the whipping continued, Lawson’s yelps became groans. Craig glanced across at the female soldiers, surprised to see they were looking down at the floor and seemed genuinely uncomfortable. Private Duncan winced every time the whip smacked onto Lawson’s bare buttocks.  
 
Sergeant Walsh blew his whistle and the soldier doing the whipping stood up, arms by his sides and looking distressed. Craig realised that he probably had no choice and was obeying orders. The other soldier let go of Lawson’s arms.  
 
“Recruit Lawson!” bellowed Sergeant Walsh.
 
Lawson turned, his legs shaking, his penis looked small and his face was bright red. He was close to tears, not only from the pain but also the humiliation. He supported himself by resting an arm on the gym horse.  
 
“You have accepted your punishment and taken it like a man. Well done. In a moment I will allow you to go inside for some recuperation. When you leave this parade ground you go humbled, but with your record unblemished. Learn from this. Parade dismissed!”
 
Supported by the two soldiers who’d just administered his punishment, Lawson walked unsteadily towards the main building. Sergeant Walsh marched in the opposite direction, while the female soldiers quietly trooped indoors. PTI King stepped forward.
 
“Recruits, return to the gym.” she said softly, running a hand over her face and letting out a long sigh.
 
Craig looked at her curiously, clearly this was one part of her job she didn’t enjoy. In fact, she seemed to reflect the mood of everyone on the parade ground - even the dreaded Sergeants.  
 
Once they were back inside the gym, PTI King had them line up and stand to attention as normal. Craig thought how strange it was that full frontal nudity in mixed company was starting to feel ‘normal’, although still embarrassing.  
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 9 added
« Reply #27 on: May 23rd, 2010, 7:05pm »
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Grin  I've had fun researching this next part. The male body is beautiful  Smiley
 
Part 10
 
As she looked along the line up, PTI King was not surprised that several of them had semi erections. Prolonged nudity often has that effect on young men, especially in female company.  
 
“Recruit Mazelle,” she said, “Fetch a chair from the back wall. Gray, fetch that box.”
 
Puzzled but obedient, they collected both items. PTI King told Craig to place the chair near the centre of the gym, and told Alistair to put the wooden box on the ground in front of the chair.  
 
“As I explained earlier,” said the PT Instructor, sitting on the chair, “It’s vital to keep your penis in a healthy condition, it’s a very important part of your body. All recruits have regular ‘short-arm’ inspections, usually after a shower, which is what I’m going to do now.”
 
The recruits looked at each other nervously, most of them had heard of ’short arm inspections’ but thought they were out of date or a myth.  
 
“Recruit Gray, you’re first. Come here.”
 
Alistair walked forwards, looking nervous, and stood just in front of the box, his genitals only inches from PTI King’s face.  
 
“Straddle the box and slide your foreskin back.”
 
He put one foot at either side of the box so his long legs were wide open. He didn’t know why he felt so embarrassed, the PT Instructor had seen his penis ever since she’d introduced herself at the end of the medical. He’d done nude push-ups, nude sit up, nude star jumps, nude squats, stood to attention nude, walked around nude, stretched nude, showered nude, washed his penis in front of her and stood nude on a parade ground. There was nothing she didn’t know about his penis. And yet, standing here and having to present his penis individually was making him blush.  
 
“I’m waiting.” she reminded him.
 
Alistair swallowed hard and took hold of his semi-erect penis. As soon as his hand touched his shaft, it started to grow. He eased his foreskin back, it was mostly drawn back anyway by the expansion of his manhood. He held his throbbing cock and pointed it towards PTI King. She showed no embarrassment as she looked along the full length of his hard member.  
 
“Lift it up so I can see the underside.”
 
He relaxed his hold on his penis and it stood up automatically. He felt a little spasm, almost a reflex, and he found himself tensing his pelvic muscles. This made the bulging head of his penis expand briefly, as though he was pumping more blood into it.
 
“Good, step aside. Mazelle, you‘re next.”
 
Watching Alistair having an erection seemed to trigger the other recruits penises. Craig’s was rock hard as he spread his legs over the box, displaying the underside to PTI King’s scrutiny.  
 
“Ease it down so I can see the top side.”
 
Craig blushed and took hold of his penis. It felt incredibly hard and sensitive. He eased it forwards, lowering it enough to show her the full length from his little opening, over his glans, down the shaft to his pubic hair.  
 
“Good, step aside.”
 
He let go and it jerked back into position. One by one she had all the recruits do the same routine, some she had to tell to lift, some to lower, some to draw their foreskin back. After a few minutes she had intimate close-up knowledge of nine young males.  
 
There was a knock on the open gym door, and Sergeant Forbes walked in.
 
“Are the recruits ready for the next stage?” he asked.
 
PTI King nodded, “Yes, I’ve just completed their short arm inspection.”
 
“Very good. Line up and follow me in single file.” ordered Forbes.
 
Still erect, the naked recruits followed him into the open air. Craig could see Alistair blushing, and knew exactly how he felt. Walking across an open space with his penis standing up was the most embarrassing thing he’d ever done. From behind him, he heard someone whisper “fuck”. He looked to his right and saw about a dozen young women -  the ones in blouses and tennis skirts - heading this way. Craig’s jaw muscles tensed involuntarily and he turned his head back to the front, keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead. He only saw them again from the corner of his eye as they passed, but he knew they’d had a clear view of his hard penis - not to mention those of the other recruits.  
 
The young women walked into the gym, smiling and laughing.  
 
“That will do,” said their PT Instructor, “You’ve seen naked men before. Go and take a shower.”
 
Still giggling, the young women walked toward the door at the far end of the gym. A couple of them were waggling fingers, while another held her finger and thumb apart, estimating the size of one of the guys. They stepped into the male changing room.
 
“It’s wet in here,” said one of them in surprise, “Oh damn - we’ve missed seeing them shower!”
 
“We’ve seen everything else though!” laughed another, “Did you see the one with the six pack and the king size dick?”
 
“Oh yes! He was the one who got a massive hard on after he’d had a finger up his backend!”
 
“Did you see when she whacked it with a ruler - poor guy!”
 
“What are they actually looking for when they feel up there?”
 
“They feel their prostates, apparently when you touch that it drives a guy wild. No wonder he got a love truncheon!”
 
“Haha! Like a get hard fast button!”
 
“I reckon he wanks a lot, that’s why it’s so big - he’s stretched it!”
 
“If I got my hands on it I’d wank him silly!”
 
“Pump him until he passes out!”
 
“I hope they keep him naked for ages. Him and that tall one! Did you see how long his thighs are?”
 
“My sister told me the male recruits have to keep getting buck naked for weeks.”
 
“Looks like we’re going to see a lot more of six-pack-donkey-dick and daddy-long-legs then!”
 
Still laughing, they opened the door to their own changing room and filed inside.  
 
Although they knew nothing of this conversation, the male recruits were in a state of stunned embarrassment as they entered the main building. Somehow, being seen naked by female recruits felt more humiliating than other soldiers. Having erections didn’t help!
 
Sergeant Forbes led them down another corridor to a door marked ’Stores’. He opened the door and they followed him inside. There was a long counter and four soldiers stood behind it, two male and two female.  
 
“Pay attention,” said Forbes, “This is your first issue of kit. You will receive: one pair of running shoes, two pairs of socks, one jockstrap, one pair of shorts and one running vest. You will also have returned to you the underpants you surrendered earlier.”
 
Craig’s spirits lifted - clothes! He could cover his nakedness at last.  
 
“Line up in height order, tallest first. You will go to each soldier in turn and be issued with part of your kit. When you have everything you will line up over there and wait until everyone has been equipped. Move!”
 
Being tallest, Alistair went first while Craig was fourth in the line. He’d never imagined getting clothes could be so exciting and important. After spending most of the day in his birthday suit, he would have settled for just the jockstrap. But shoes and shorts and a vest as well. He thought how ridiculous that would seem to anyone who hadn’t been through the rituals of today.  
 
When it was his turn, the first female soldier asked his name and took a small paper bag from a shelf. She handed it to him and then asked for his shoe size. While she selected some footwear for him, Craig peered into the bag. It contained his own grey briefs. He was given a pair of black running shoes, along with some white socks and some dark blue ones. Putting his new items into the paper bag, he moved on to the next soldier. He’d almost forgotten he was still completely naked.    
 
Sergeant Forbes was chuckling silently as he watched Craig. Every batch of recruits had one or two potential soldiers he instantly respected and Mazelle was one of them. He was learning and adapting quickly, he was playing the game, he took orders and discipline well and he contained his temper. Most of the other recruits shuffled forward looking defeated, Mazelle was keeping his spirits up by making the best of things and looking for the positives. Yes, he decided, he had the makings of a soldier.
 
Craig lined up with the other soldiers, holding his kit. He’d been given a dark blue jockstrap, a black running vest with silver stripes down the sides and a pair of shorts to match. He smiled, Melissa would approve - she was always buying him clothes and encouraging him to wear shorts. His penis twitched as he thought of her. Just get the basic training over, and then he could perhaps get a day pass to spend some time with her. It had only been a few hours since he’d kissed her and held her, but already he was missing the feel of her lips and the softness of her breasts. He loved those breasts, they were always cool to the touch and he liked to rub his cheek against them. He smiled again as he remembered her once telling him off for not shaving first, and how he’d rushed to the bathroom and cut himself three times in his haste to rid himself of stubble.  
 
He’d heard the army gave marks or scores for achievement and was determined to get the best result he could. He wanted to make her proud of him. He was a man and he wanted to prove it.  
 
“Put on your underpants, vest, shorts, socks and running shoes,” ordered Sergeant Forbes, “You can carry your jockstraps. When you’re dressed, line up in the corridor.”
 
He turned and walked from the room.
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 10 added
« Reply #28 on: May 24th, 2010, 1:24am »
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Jill,
 
Another great story by you.
 
Makes me want to enlist in the Army so I can cum to attention. Wink Wink Wink Wink Wink Wink Wink Wink Wink Wink
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 10 added
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Great update, as usual. I loved the thoughts of the women soldiers as they passed by. Thanks for the entertainment!
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 10 added
« Reply #30 on: May 24th, 2010, 4:47pm »
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Part 11
 
Dressed in running outfits, the recruits lined up.  
 
“We have three places to visit,” announced Sergeant Forbes, “Your barracks, the toilet block, the Mess Hall, and then I hand you over to Sergeant Price. Follow me.”
 
He led them across the parade ground, where a group of female soldiers in tracksuits were playing basketball. They stood in a line, then bounced a ball at speed, ran to a white line and threw the ball towards a basket on a tall pole. Craig smirked at the number who missed.
 
Beyond the parade ground on a patch of grass were a number of temporary buildings, made of prefabricated sections. Two looked like classrooms, the other was quite small.  
 
“That is your toilet block,” said the Sergeant, pointing to the small one, “The others are barracks. This one is yours.”
 
He led them up a couple of metals steps and into the building. It had clearly been provided at short notice, it was basic and functional. The door led straight into a single room, with grey metal lockers and metal framed beds down each side. There were no curtains or blinds at the windows. On each bed was a mattress, a pillow and some folded sheets.  
 
“You have been allocated a bed and a locker with your name on, you will put your surplus kit into your locker now.”
 
The recruits looked for their names, which had been written in marker pen on stickers. Craig opened the door of his battered locker and put his jockstrap on the top shelf.  
 
“Stand to attention by your beds.”
 
They lined up, heads facing forwards and eyes following the Sergeant’s every move as he paced up and down.  
 
“This is where you will sleep each night. You will keep it clean and tidy. One of your first jobs will be to scrub this place down and make it shine. Once you have done that, you will maintain it in a condition to be proud of. This is your home while you are in training and you want to live in decent surroundings. Don’t you?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!” shouted the nine recruits.
 
“A word on bed behaviour. You will sleep naked. Wanking is permitted while you are in bed but nowhere else. Is that understood?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”  
 
“Follow me.”
 
The toilet block was next on the agenda, a similar temporary building - again with uncovered windows. Along one wall were four cubicles containing standard, basic lavatories. Along another wall were half a dozen small wash basins. The third wall, with the windows, was covered in plastic tiles from the floor to the windowsills. A long metal trough was on the floor. Craig realised that every time he had a pee he’d be standing at the window! At least the windowsills were just above waist height so nobody from outside would see what they were doing.  
 
“If you need the lavatory, now is a good time,” said Sergeant Forbes, “You have ten minutes.”
 
He stepped outside to enjoy the sunlight, watching the ladies playing basketball and listening to the sound of running water and flushing lavatories.  
 
“Now, the Mess Hall.” he announced, when the young men joined him after relieving themselves.  
 
The Mess Hall was in the extension Craig had noticed earlier. Sergeant Forbes had them line up at attention outside.
 
“In the Mess Hall we relax discipline. But you do not abuse that fact. It’s to allow you time to socialise and exchange your views with your fellow recruits and other soldiers. The caterers are civilians but you treat them with courtesy and respect. The last recruit who verbally abused one of the kitchen staff found himself on the parade ground with the gym horse. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
“One final word before I dismiss you for lunch. The qualified soldiers will have some fun and entertainment at your expense. It’s a long standing tradition and I expect you to accept the situation with good humour. There are also certain initiation rituals, which are not part of your formal training, but I expect you to take part because they make a valuable contribution to morale and your personal development. Do you understand?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!” replied the recruits instantly, although secretly they found the prospect worrying.
 
“Dismissed! Enjoy your lunch gentlemen.”
 
The recruits filed into the Mess Hall. It was a pleasant enough room, modern and bright in contrast to their barracks. There was a long serving counter and several long tables. The “woman’s touch” was clear from the choice of pastel colour scheme, artificial plants and a general feeling of space. It was totally different to what Craig had expected, no doubt reflecting the fact that this had been a female only environment until quite recently. The men picked up trays from a stack near the door and joined the queue for the serving counter.  
 
Some of the female soldiers were already eating, sitting at one of the long tables. As the men lined up in running vests and shorts, several women whistled  - and some of the recruits blushed. The female soldier in front of Craig turned around and looked him up and down.
 
“Recruit Mazelle isn’t it?”
 
Craig nodded. The soldier smiled and winked at him.
 
“I didn’t recognise you with your clothes on. The last time I saw you, you were doing some stretching exercises.”
 
Craig blushed, remembering that he’d been standing stark naked in front of a window at the time! He could feel a pleasant sensation between his legs. Again she winked, then collected her plate and walked away. Craig coughed nervously and turned to the middle aged woman behind the counter, who looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. He was about to ask where the menu was, when he saw she already had a plate prepared. He reminded himself he was in a mess hall, not a canteen. Smiling at her, he took the plate containing ham salad.  
 
The recruits shared a table and started demolishing their meals. Craig was surprised at how hungry he was, then remembered how much exercise he’d done. The female soldier who’d teased him, Private O’Connor, slid into an empty chair opposite the guys. There was something about her that Craig liked, she was quite plain to look at but he suspected that she could easily turn on the heat with some make up. She had nice lips and naughty eyes, with long lashes.  
 
“So, how’s your first day? Tough?” she asked.
 
The guys nodded, still ploughing through their food like hungry bears.  
 
“Have you done the pool exercise yet?”
 
Craig looked blank and shook his head, they‘d not been issued with swimming trunks yet.  He was too busy chewing a piece of ham to speak. Private O’Connor smiled and raised an eyebrow.  
 
“Oh, you must be the ones doing it this afternoon…” she mused, “Wait a moment, there‘s only nine of you. Are you the group that lost one?”
 
Alistair nodded, “Yeah, I don’t know what’s going to happen to him.”
 
“Oh they usually let them rejoin on day two. Right, well I have to be on my way.”
 
She stood up and paused, looking quickly under the table.
 
“Nice legs by the way.”  
 
She winked again and walked out. Now it was Alistair’s turn to blush. The recruits finished eating, drank their water and wondered what to do next.
 
“Do you reckon we wait here?” asked one of the guys from the end of the table.
 
“Don’t know,” said another, “Forbes didn’t say.”
 
“I’ll ask,” said Craig, standing up.  
 
He walked over to the table where the female soldiers were sitting. They looked up as he approached, and some looked down at his bare legs.  
 
“Excuse me,” he began, not sure whether he was supposed to salute them or stand to attention.
 
One of the soldiers, Private Wilkins, raised a questioning eyebrow. She had kind eyes and a cute little nose.  
 
“Er, we’re not sure whether we’re supposed to wait here or meet up elsewhere,” explained Craig, “I don‘t suppose you know what the usual ‘thing’ is?”
 
“Ah, normally the recruits sit in here for half an hour. Then a Sergeant comes in and shouts at them for wasting time, and makes them line up outside. So…”
 
Craig nodded, “Thanks.”
 
He hurried back to his table.
 
“We have to line up outside.” he said urgently, “Come on!”
 
Nodding gratefully at Private Wilkins, Craig led the way out of the Mess Hall. When they’d gone, another female soldier leaned over to her.
 
“Oh Amy, you could have had some fun with them!” she laughed.
 
“Yeah, but I like that one. He’s cute and nice.” replied Private Wilkins.
 
“And he’s got a big knob!” laughed the other.
 
Amy gave her an innocent look and fluttered her eyelashes.  
 
Sergeant Price strode out of the main building, around the corner and headed for the Mess Hall. He was surprised to see a line of recruits standing to attention along the wall outside.  
 
“Why are you out here?” he demanded.
 
The recruits exchanged nervous glances and Craig’s heart sank. Had that girl he liked tricked him? Was he heading for some punishment? Did this count as disobeying orders? He raised a hand, the image of Lawson on the gym horse flashing through his mind.
 
“It’s my fault Sergeant!” his voice was surprisingly steady.
 
“Recruit Mazelle. Step forward!”
 
Craig gulped and took a pace forward. From the corner of his eye, he could see some of the female soldiers watching through the Mess Hall windows.  
 
“Recruit, you took it upon yourself to lead the group? Who gave you that authority?”
 
“Nobody Sergeant, sorry Sergeant!”
 
“You brought the group outside and made them line up? Why?”  
 
Craig hesitated, this was going to sound lame.
 
“We didn’t know if we should stay inside or meet you somewhere else Sergeant! So, I asked…” he trailed off looking crestfallen.
 
“Put your hands on your head!” ordered Sergeant Price.
 
Craig winced and obeyed. Here it comes, he thought.
 
“Recruit Mazelle. You assumed command in the absence of a superior, assessed the situation, gathered intelligence, gave an order and delivered your objective by bringing your group to safety. Well done! You’ve been here less than half a day and already shown a basic grasp of military tactics. Lower your arms.”
 
Inside the Mess Hall, Private Amy Wilkins smiled when she saw Craig looking proud. As the recruits marched away, Craig glanced back. She waved and gave him the “thumbs up” sign.
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 11 added
« Reply #31 on: May 24th, 2010, 7:40pm »
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Part 12
 
Sergeant Price led them past the windows of the physical examination room, which was quiet and empty now. They walked up some stone steps and past a modern brick building. The sign on the door read “Female Accommodation Only”. Further along the path was another building, which looked much older. It reminded Craig of a small aircraft hangar, the side walls and roof were made of a single continuous curve of green metal. The front of the building was painted white with two huge black wooden doors, set into one was a smaller person-sized door. The Sergeant opened it and told the recruits to go inside.  
 
The first thing Craig noticed was the temperature. It was much cooler than outside. The building had been divided into two with white painted brickwork, which had large plain glass windows and a door set into it. The part they were in at the moment was open and empty, little more than storage space. They went up half a dozen metal steps and through the door.  
 
It was colder in here. A large swimming pool dominated the room, with metal pipes running around the walls and into large metal cabinets with dials and levers on top. Red metal rails ran all the way around the room at waist height.  Standing at the side of the pool were Sergeant Shaw, Private Duncan and Private O’Connor - so she’d been right about the ‘pool exercise’ thought Craig.
 
“Take your shoes and socks off,” ordered Sergeant Price, “Then line up along the green line.”  
 
Swiftly, Craig and his fellow recruits kicked off their running shoes and stuffed their socks into them. Barefoot, and feeling the cold on their bare arms and legs, they lined up along a green stripe painted on the floor at the poolside.
 
“Is there anyone who cannot swim?” asked Sergeant Shaw.  
 
The recruits shook their heads silently.  
 
“This is a very simple exercise,” she continued, “but the water is cold to make it more demanding.”
 
She picked up a long pole with red and black stripes painted all the way along, then held it above her head as though weight lifting.  
 
“You will hold the pole above your head like this,” she said, “and walk down the steps into the pool. The water is not too deep, on most of you it will come no higher than your armpits.”
 
Craig looked and saw wide steps under the water.
 
“You will walk to the far end of the pool and climb out. You must not let the pole fall into the water. Any questions?”
 
Again, the recruits shook their heads.  
 
“I expect to hear you!” she snapped.
 
“No Sergeant! Sorry Sergeant!” shouted nine male voices.  
 
“Recruit Mazelle will go first,” said Sergeant Price.  
 
Craig gulped, trying to guess how cold the water was, even standing at the poolside he was already moving his legs to keep warm. He glanced across at the two female privates, they had curious expressions on their faces which he couldn’t interpret.  
 
“Step forward.” said Sergeant Shaw.  
 
Craig walked over to her, and waited to be given the pole to carry.
 
“Take all your clothes off,” she ordered, “this exercise is done naked.”
 
Craig tried to conceal his shock. Naked! In cold water! He could feel his pulse racing and now understood the looks the privates were giving him. With everyone staring, he removed his running vest and draped it over the metal rail behind him.  
 
Private O’Connor let her eyes wander around Mazelle’s upper body, his cute nipples - stiffening in the cold, his firm pecs, that six pack stomach. His jaw was fixed and tense and he shivered. She heard Private Duncan take a deep breath as Mazelle placed his hands on his shorts and started to slide them down. His powerful thighs were firm and muscular, full of strength. The size and shape of his penis was perfectly visible in the front of his small grey briefs. He draped his shorts over the rail and hesitated for a couple of seconds. Then he slid his briefs down, revealing his long circumcised penis. Private O’Connor stroked it with her eyes, looking at the domed glans at the end, his little opening, the veins in his shaft, the small patch of dark pubic hair at the base. He was droopy but still a good size, obviously the temperature had not affected him too much yet. His testicles seemed a little smaller than she remembered, or perhaps they were just drawn closer to his body.  
 
Shivering, Craig stood to attention. He was the only person naked in the room, and everyone was looking at his full frontal nudity. The other recruits watched in shocked disbelief, not only at Craig’s situation but knowing they would have to do the same. The two Sergeants watched with professional interest to see how he coped with this new challenge. And the two female privates simply watched for their own reasons.  
 
Sergeant Shaw held out the pole. Craig took it from her and, resigned to his nakedness, raised it over his head.  
 
“Into the water,” she said.  
 
Craig moved closer to the poolside and looked down to see where the steps began. He placed one foot in the water and had to fight the urge to pull it straight out again. With his teeth chattering, he placed his other foot in the water. His legs were shivering, causing his penis to sway, his chest felt cold, his nipples were rock hard and he felt his scrotum tightening. He took another step, the cold water now over his ankles and partway up his shins and calves. Then another step and it passed his knees.  
 
Private O’Connor looked at Craig’s penis, it was getting smaller or drawing closer to his body like his testicles. She still liked it though, it was a lovely one.  
 
Craig took the next few steps more quickly, his legs felt less responsive and more clumsy. His mouth opened involuntarily as his penis and testicles were dunked into the cold water. Then it was up to his stomach and finally just above his nipples. His raised arms trembled, and he concentrated on his orders. Do not drop the pole, do not drop the pole. Slowly, shivering, teeth chattering, he waded through the water. The pool was no bigger than many he’d swum in before, but the cold slowed his movements and made it seem to stretch on forever.  
 
Standing by the poolside, Alistair was shivering. He told himself not to watch Craig as it just made him feel colder. And yet, he couldn’t take his eyes off his brave friend. The sheer determination in Craig’s face and body was amazing, his powerful muscles driving him slowly but surely through the ordeal. Twice he stopped, seemed to be summoning up some reserves of energy, then resumed his slow methodical walk.  
 
Sergeant Shaw exchanged a glance with Sergeant Price and nodded in satisfaction.  
 
Craig reached the end of the pool and slowly, painfully climbed up the steps with faltering movements. Water cascaded down his bare back, dripping from his naked buttocks. He turned, shivering and shaking but triumphant with the pole still above his head. His penis looked much smaller after being kept in cold water. Placing one foot carefully in front of the other, like a tightrope walker, he shuffled slowly and stiffly along the poolside. One of his fellow recruits started clapping. Inspired, the others joined in. Even the soldiers and sergeants started to applaud.  
 
Craig came to an unsteady halt in front of Sergeant Shaw. Shivering and barely able to move his jaw, he grunted a few vaguely coherent sounds.
 
“…pole…dry…”
 
Sergeant Price took the pole from him and Sergeant Shaw picked up a huge beige towel from a pile behind her. She draped it around Craig, and the two female privates stepped forward. Rubbing at his body with the towel, they led him towards a cubicle, about the size of a phone booth. He stood inside and felt air blowing on him. As he stood there, the temperature very slowly and gradually increased as it returned his body temperature to normal.  
 
“Recruit Gray!” ordered Sergeant Price.
 
Making no attempt to disguise the fear on his face, Alistair stepped forward.
 
“Take your clothes off,” ordered Sergeant Shaw.  
 
Turning their attention away from Craig for a moment, the two privates watched Alistair strip. His tall, lean, naked body shivered as he took the pole from Sergeant Price and stepped into the water. He let out a shocked moan as he felt how cold the water really was. His penis and testicles were shrinking even as he stood there, and he slowly took the last steps down. His head shaking with the cold, he forced himself to take one step at a time. Being taller than Craig, the water didn’t come as high up his body, leaving his nipples exposed above the surface. They stood out like arrow tips.
 
Remembering the determination shown by Craig, Alistair battled bravely on. Meanwhile, the other seven recruits watched with mounting fear.  
 
Eventually, to the same applause, Alistair emerged at the far end and turned. His penis looked tiny. When he reflected on this day later, that moment stood out as the most humiliating. Before long he’d handed over the pole, been towel dried and was standing in the warming cubicle. Meanwhile, Craig had been allowed to dress in his running outfit again.  
 
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« Reply #32 on: May 25th, 2010, 11:46am »
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I enjoy your story.
 
I like very much all the part in the gym
but all is interesting and funny.  
 
Some of your answers to my comments are also interesting as that one about the presence at the physical of Craig of a girl that he knows who is the sister of his girlfriend.  
 
I like the idea that she can relate to her sister and more largely to her family, including her mother how the physicals of the new male recruits are performed exactly with a lot of funny details about their exposure.  
 
I hope that she knows also the family of  Craig so that she can also relate his very thorough physical in the state of nakedness to the mother of Craig or to his sister if he has one (a younger one wpould be better) or to  his aunt, all theses females being very inquisitive about the physicals of the new recruits as Craig is one of them, how they are  performed, by whom, in front of whom and in what state of undress.
 
They all know that the modesty of the male young guys must not be much respected, at least not as much as for women recruits,  but as they are women, they cannot know it with details, even imagine how it is for young men.  They have heard of group physicals in schools but have never had much details.    
 
"  It also gives me the opportunity to have her relate some details to his girlfriend and her family Wink And to ensure he gets teased a lot Grin After all, she's had the opportunity to inspect her potential brother-in-law, and I'm sure she's impressed! "[i][/i]
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« Reply #33 on: May 25th, 2010, 10:40pm »
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on May 25th, 2010, 11:46am, easter_man_10 wrote:
 all theses females being very inquisitive about the physicals of the new recruits as Craig is one of them, how they are  performed, by whom, in front of whom and in what state of undress.

 Grin I'm working on that  Wink
 
For now, it seems the recruits are going to have a little break. Or are they?  
 
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Part 13
 
Eventually, after each recruit had undergone the pole carrying exercise, Sergeant Price had them stand in a line. They were relieved to have finished, and to be wearing their vests and shorts again. Most had succeeded, two dropped the pole and another failed to reach the end - he had to climb out with some assistance. Oddly, nobody had shouted at the ones who didn’t complete the test properly, so Craig suspected the objective was to obey orders rather than succeed.  
 
“You have surprised me,” said Sergeant Price, “by completing that exercise ahead of schedule. Very little surprises me, so as a reward and to get some more warmth back into your bodies you will follow me to the parade ground. Put your shoes and socks on.”
 
Limbs aching, the young recruits followed the Sergeant and left the building. Sergeant Shaw and the two privates stayed behind. Once on the parade ground, which was now empty, the tough male Sergeant called them to attention.
 
“Lie down, your back flat on the ground, your legs drawn up and bent at the knee.”
 
Craig’s spirits sank, more sit-ups he thought.  
 
“Enjoy the sunshine.” said the Sergeant unexpectedly.
 
Craig looked sideways at Alistair - was this for real? Alistair shrugged and closed his eyes, enjoying the fresh air and the feel of the sun on his face, arms and legs. Craig closed his eyes as well, imagining Melissa next to him, rubbing sun lotion on his body and calling him hunky. He loved it when she did things like that, reminding him how male he was, how much she liked the feel of him. He smiled when he recalled a hot summer day, lounging in the sun, when she dropped a condom on his lap and told him to “get changed”. Feeling his penis moving, he quickly thought of something else!
 
“Stand up.” said the Sergeant after a while, Craig had no idea how long.
 
The recruits stood, automatically coming to attention.  
 
“You will return to your barracks,” said Sergeant Price, “and get changed. You will report to the gym in five minutes wearing jockstraps only. Do you understand?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
“Move!”
 
The recruits raced off in the direction of the temporary buildings, while Sergeant Price walked towards the gym. Less than five minutes later, and feeling embarrassed again, Craig and the other recruits were walking barefoot in the direction of the gym, wearing just dark blue jockstraps. It was a relief to find the parade ground empty, they were not in the mood for having their bare buttocks stared at.
 
“Line up and stand to attention!” snapped Sergeant Price as they filed into the gym.
 
Craig’s eyes widened as he obeyed the order. Ten female recruits were already in the gym, he didn’t recognise them so they were not the ones who‘d stared at him earlier. They were doing step-up exercises on wooden boxes and wearing the familiar tennis skirts and blouses. He blushed as he compared their outfit with his. He felt another wave of embarrassment when he realised that the boxes were the same as the one used for the short arm inspection. A female PT Instructor he didn’t recognise was supervising the step-ups.
 
“When I blow my whistle, the first man will run to the far end of the gym,” explained Sergeant Price, “get a football out of that box, then weave in and out of that line of punch bags, holding the ball above his head. He will run back here and hand the football to the second man. The second man will run to the box and exchange the football for another and repeat the exercise - and so on. Do you understand?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
“Each football has a number written on it, from one to ten, you will use them in numerical order. You will continue with this exercise until I blow my whistle. When you have used ball number ten, you will re-use the balls in reverse order until you reach number one, and then start the whole process again. Do you understand?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
Sergeant Price blew his whistle. The female recruits had a clear view of the male activity. Two of them, Sarah and Katy, looked at each other and smiled. The first couple of guys were quite average, one skinny and the next slightly overweight, but it was funny to watch them running around with bare bottoms! Then it was the really tall one’s turn, he had the longest legs of all, and a really cute little bum. They watched every muscle from his ankles to his buttocks as he ran. He also had a nice upper body and a good bulge in the front of his jockstrap. But it was his thighs they liked the best. He was followed by two more nice, but ordinary, guys.  
 
Now it was the hunky one’s turn. He had the firmest backside of all, two gorgeous muscular buttocks gripped by the elastic of his jockstrap. His body was absolutely flawless, a six-pack stomach, incredible thighs and a bulge which made all the girls stare. Army life definitely had its compensations, thought Katy, while Sarah wondered why it was necessary for the guys to be stripped down that far. She couldn’t see why they didn’t wear normal PE kits. It must be embarrassing to exercise nearly nude, she thought, especially with women watching.
 
Craig was beginning to enjoy this exercise. He was embarrassed about the girls watching him, and wished he could have kept his shorts on. But at least running with the football, and ducking in and out of the punch bags, was fun. He felt quite sorry when Sergeant Price blew the whistle again. The girls had finished their step-ups and were now doing some stretching exercises. As they reached upwards, their skirts showed a little more leg and Craig was hoping Sergeant Price would let them watch for a while.  
 
He heard a rolling sound and looked up. Sergeant Price was wheeling a wooden screen to one side, behind which was an old fashioned weighing scale. The stand with the sliders and adjusters was at the side rather than the front.  
 
“Line up!” ordered the Sergeant.
 
He indicated that they should face the scale, this would mean the girls would be to their right. Craig was disappointed, he wouldn’t be able to look at their skirts. Oh well, he thought, the scale was facing the girls so he’d be able to watch them while he was being weighed.
 
Katy and Sarah looked across the gym, curious. The male recruits were lined up for weighing. That would be nice, thought Sarah, an opportunity to study each guy’s chest and legs when he stood on the scales.  
 
“Remove your jockstraps!” ordered the Sergeant.
 
Sarah felt a sudden fluttering sensation in her stomach. She looked at Katy who was staring at the guys.
 
Craig glanced to his right at the ten female recruits plus their PT Instructor. They were now doing some arm exercises. He hesitated but saw that Alistair, standing in front of him, was slowly and nervously sliding his jockstrap down. Taking a deep breath and keeping his attention focussed on the wall, Craig did the same. Alistair’s penis was semi-erect and visible for a couple of seconds while he stepped out of his jockstrap and placed it on the floor beside him. Then both hands covered his manhood. Craig was also semi-erect and felt very self conscious as he exposed it, like Alistair he chose to cover it as soon as possible.
 
Katy looked along the line, her eyes moving quickly to ensure she caught a glimpse of each penis. Nine nude men were awkwardly holding their genitals and looking very embarrassed. Sarah was amazed, they’d actually taken their jockstraps off! She tried to imagine how they must feel.
 
“When you step on the scales you will stand with your head up, shoulders back and arms by your sides,” explained Sergeant Price.  
 
Sarah saw the shock on the male recruits faces, and could feel her pulse racing. She was going to see them full-frontal. Katy glanced at her, the smile on her face revealing how much she was enjoying this. She was looking forward to seeing the cute, muscular one and the tall guy with the cute bottom.  
 
Alistair breathed in, then stood on the scale. Facing eleven women, knowing all their eyes were on him despite their exercises, he obeyed his orders. Head up, shoulders back… he let his hands drop to his sides. Katy looked directly at his full erection, he was showing everything! His penis stood proud and hard between his legs, she could see his balls perfectly. He was fully aroused and ready to perform sexually. His body was totally naked, no clothes, no jewellery, nothing. Sergeant Price adjusted the scales slowly and methodically while Alistair stood and completely exposed himself.  
 
“Step off the scales, put your jockstrap back on and begin push-ups.” ordered the Sergeant, writing Alistair’s weight in his notebook.
 
Blushing and shaking, Alistair fumbled with his jockstrap, forcing his penis in. Then he dropped to the floor to begin his exercises.
 
“Next!”
 
Craig stepped onto the scales, both sides of his jaw tensing, his face bright red. He might have imagined it, but he felt sure some of the women leaned forward as he put his arms down by his sides. Katy gasped and Sarah gulped. Craig’s penis stood almost parallel with his body, calling it hard was an understatement. The only time Katy had seen a guy as erect as this was in a porn movie!  
 
“Jockstrap, push-ups,” said Sergeant Price, “Next!”
 
Craig hauled his jockstrap back on, blinking hard. He struggled to fit his manhood in comfortably, forcing it into the small protective pouch. Then he dropped to the floor next to Alistair and started working out. Both young men avoided eye contact. By the time the girls finished their arm exercises, they had seen nine male recruits completely naked, full frontal and in various states of arousal.  
 
“Time to hit the showers,” said their PT Instructor.  
 
Reluctantly, the female recruits walked past the guys exercising on the floor, taking a last look at the line of bare bums. As they crossed the male changing area and entered their own private changing room, they discussed the events of the last few minutes with their PT Instructor.
 
“Why did the guys have to get naked?” asked Sarah.
 
The PT Instructor looked surprised, and explained: "Men are always weighed naked, it's more accurate."  
 
“It must have been embarrassing for them, why didn't they wait until we'd finished?"asked Katy.
 
“What for?" asked the PT Instructor, a puzzled expression on her face, "They needed to be weighed, the scales are there. Men aren't bothered about modesty."  
 
“Is it true they have their physicals in the nude?” asked Sarah.
 
“Yes, it's a lot more efficient for them to strip off. They can have all the tests much more quickly if they're naked. Anyway, enough chat, get in the showers.”
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 13 added
« Reply #34 on: May 26th, 2010, 4:52am »
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I enjoy always your great story  but I have nevertheless some comments on some points.
 
First, I think that it is a great idea, very plausible, to chose a female to be the physical training instructor of the young recruits as this military unit was before only a female unit and female staff was still more numberous than men staff and I like vey much the PTI King and her way of treating the guys with much authority.
 
But you don't give us any explanation when she said to the guys that normally they would wear a jockstrap for doing some warm up exercices but that today they will manage without. there must be a reason why the PTI had decided to make them do the exercices without a jockstrap as usual.
 
It can be because the other PTI were male and had different opinions of her about what was necessary, as a female she did not consider that it was useful, or it was a new rule to avoid to have the jockstraps completely wet after the warm up exercices?  
 
As regards "the short arm inspection " I am not surprised because I have read some accounts of that kind of inspection of cleanlinessin the army  in US forums, even if I have not experienced it myself in France during my military service.
 
But I think that for the first time it would have been normal that a nurse was also present even if it was the PTI who did it which is logical as she was in charge of their training.
 
For the showers in group, it was great. but in the army, it could also happened, at least it happened to me that we  had to wash each part of our body with soap at the same time, following the orders shouted by a sergeant who looked at all of us lining up under the shower. It would have been funny when the guys were all at the same time bending over to wash their legs and feet. If there was several rows as I experienced it, we had the nose very close to the buttocks and assholes of the guys who is in the row in front of ours.  
 
I like also the great difference between the building for the female soldiers which was  modern and recently rebuilt and the building for the guys which was on the opposite ancient and without comfort and privacy, which was so much a credible  situation, even if you are going in my opinion  a little too far with windows without curtains always for buildings for men.  
 
The point on which I disagree is that in your story, there was always given to female soldiers, not only non commissioners officers or officers or medical female persons, a complete view at the naked guys, so it happened not occasionnally or accidentally or because it was not possible to avoid it, but always deliberatyely to humiliate the guys.
 
I can understand the double standard in most of that situations but you are going too far in the advantages given to female soldiers.  
 
It was not the fact that Private Duncan  accompanied Craig for all his physical, why not if the presence of a soldier was required, it could be a female as female soldiers were more numberous than male soldiers as you explained before but it would have been better in my opinion  if there was also some male soldiers who did this job with other recruits.
 
It was more for the corporal punishment of one guy which is performed in front of female soldiers the first day of their arrival, I think that it was sooner for a corporal punishment, and also they were too much exposed naked to the view of female soldiers each time that they were walking naked outside, we had too much the feeling that the presence of female soldiers was provocated deliberately. At least , if the guys had been wearing their jockstraps, it would have been more credible.
 
A last comment about the swimming pool exercice ; why did they not have first some exercices in a swimming pool at a normal temperature (even if a little cold as it was often the case in the army), to check if all the guys were enough able to swim and were good swimmers.  
Of course, they would have been immediately instructed to be naked as soon as entering the swimming pool because they had not received any swim suit.  
 
For the swimming pool exercice, if I agree with the presence of the two sergeants, I do not understand why Private O' Connor is present
may be we can find an explanation for Private Duncan, she was here to give the towels after the end of the exercice in the cold water but why Private O Connor?  
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 13 added
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on May 26th, 2010, 4:52am, easter_man_10 wrote:
But we don't give us any explanation when she said to the guys that normally they would wear a jockstrap for doing some warm up exercices but that today they will manage without. there must be a reason why the PTI had decided to make them do the exercicers without a jockstrap as usual.

It's because they hadn't been issued with any kit yet. She's explaining that 'normally' warm up exercises are done in jockstraps, but that not having one today isn't a problem.  
 
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But I think that for the first time it would have been normal that a nurse was also present even if it was the PTI who did it which is logical as she was in charge of their training.

It was to show the guys how it was done, and explain why, but it wasn't done because it was necessary. She knew they'd had very intimate examinations already so their penises were healthy. She's probably had some special training on how to visually check a penis, and she didn't do anything more than look.  
 
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you had to wash each part of our body with soap at the same time, following the orders shouted by a sergeant who looked at all of us lining up under the shower. It would have been funny when the guys were all at the same time bending over to wash their legs and feet.

That would have been fun! Maybe I'll give them some 'proper' shower training later Wink  
 
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I like also the great difference between the building for the female soldiers which was  modern and recently rebuilt and the building for the guys which was on the opposite ancient and without comfort and privacy, which was so much a credible  situation, even if you are going in my opinion  a little too far with windows without curtains always for buildings for men .

I think the temporary buildings have only just been put there. They've suddenly had to find accommodation for more men than expected, so things are not finished. They probably will have curtains, but nobody has organised that yet. That can be part of the cleaning up and making the barracks habitable later.  
 
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The point on which I desagree is that always was done to give to female soldiers, not only non commissioners officers or officers or medical female persons, a complete view at the naked guys , so it happened not occasionnally or accidentally or because it was not possible to avoid it, but always deliberatyely to humiliate the guys.
 
I can understand the double standard in most of that situations but you are going too far in the advantages given to female soldiers.  

Yes, I agree and I've now rewritten some of the last part (including the PT Instructor's explanation). The reason given now is that these things have to be done and men aren't concerned with modesty.
 
The male training routine is being conducted in the same way it might be in an all-male camp, nobody is making any allowances for the presence of women. It's a tough regime designed to enforce discipline and make the soldiers completely compliant, the frequent and enforced nudity to remind them they are not being treated as normal people any more. Nakedness is used symbolically to emphasise the power they have over the recruits, that they can make them run, jump, squat - and get naked at any time.  
 
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we had too much the feeling that the presence of female soldiers was provocated deliberately.

Yes, it's difficult to strike a balance between including enough CFNM, and too much. In some places I agree it probably goes too far, but that's always a risk with fiction. My imagination runs wild!
 
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A last comment about the swimming pool exercice ; why did they not have first some exercices in a swimming pool at a normal temperature even if a little cold as it was often the case in the army, to check if all the guys were enough able to swim and were good swimmers.

I wanted it to come as a double shock that they had to get naked AND go into a cold pool. Craig initially doubts there will be a pool exercise since they haven't got any swimwear.  
 
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For the swimming pool exercice, if I agree with the presence of the two sergeants, I do not understand why Private O Connor is present
may be we can find an explanation for Private Duncan, she was here to give the towels after the end of the exercice in the cold water but why Private O Connor?  

The two privates are there to look after the men when they come out of the pool and warm them up. One might not be able to manage by herself if she has to dry one guy and also supervise another in the warm air cubicle.  
 
 
As always, I am very grateful for your comments, they really make me think. It's quite hard to write something and try to make it both naughty and realistic. I tend to lean towards the naughty side more Wink
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« Reply #36 on: May 26th, 2010, 8:48am »
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And now, a phonecall with a little bit more background emerging  Wink
 
 
Part 14
 
 
Krystal was sorting through some paperwork when the telephone rang. The Officer she was working with, who had been dealing with the arrival of the new recruits all morning, looked up.  
 
“It’s the C.O. at  Dunford for you sir.”
 
He nodded and took the phone.
 
“Good afternoon Sir. How are things?”
 
“Coming along. Much to do, much to do. How are things over there?”
 
“Very good sir, a couple of promising candidates identified already.”
 
“What about the accommodation and so forth? I know it’s been something of a rushed job.”
 
“Adequate sir. We managed to get most of what we needed installed last week, but there are still some rough edges. We’ll cope sir.”
 
“How are you conducting the training, with all those women around the place? I‘m afraid I can‘t spare you any more men by the way, in fact I have to recall some.”
 
“That’s fine sir. The women have stepped in marvellously and we’ve not needed to adapt the training programme after all. We simply have to make a few allowances for sharing facilities, but that isn‘t going to create any issues. I’ve also secured some civilian help where necessary.”
 
“I hope there’s no softening of the approach? I won’t have anyone go easy on the recruits.”
 
“No sir, the ladies are every bit as rigorous. We have to make more use of female privates than I would like but needs must and the recruits don‘t know anything’s amiss.”  
 
“Yes, I wondered about that. You’re not allowing the men to take advantage?”
 
“No sir, everything is conducted exactly as it should be, we make no allowances for the female presence. If anything they’re more strict and seem to be interpreting the rules very literally.”
 
Krystal smiled to herself, from the conversations with her colleagues she knew that was true. In fact she was quite jealous about not being part of the training team herself. It felt like she was missing out on something special.  
 
“There’s no discipline problems? The ladies not distracted by naked recruits marching everywhere?”
 
“No sir. I think they’re finding it educational and a useful experience. There are some very high calibre staff here, they’re more than capable of performing all the duties even when we ask them to deputise for more senior ranks. One or two of the privates would make excellent Drill Sergeants.”
 
“Good. Bear in mind people will be watching the outcome, any slackness and they’ll force an about turn on us, which is the last thing I need at the moment.”
 
“Yes sir, understood. So far we’ve only had one recruit step out of line and he’s been dealt with.”
 
“Verbal warning for a first offence?”  
 
“Er, no sir. There was a slight misunderstanding. The recruit received corporal punishment on the parade ground.”
 
“I see. Oh well, a good warning to the others I suppose. Better include a note about that in your report in case anyone raises a complaint. Attribute it to a communication breakdown.”
 
“Very good sir.”
 
“Right, well I must press on. Carry on the good work!”
 
“I will sir, thank you. Goodbye sir.”
 
He replaced the receiver and turned to Krystal.
 
“I need you to do something for me. Could you find Sergeant Price and give him this?”
 
He handed her a small brown envelope, marked “Confidential”.
 
Krystal nodded and stood up.  
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 13 added
« Reply #37 on: May 26th, 2010, 8:48am »
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Although corporal punishment and forced nudity is not allowed in any army today, and has been so for many years, it is still a good story.
As for forced nudity this can only take place in an army setting in special, obvious circumstances, like medical checkups or maybe overseeing showers. And I can't imagine sergeants or PT instructors ordering soldiers or recruits to do physical training in the nude.
This type of humiliation is probably more likely in a military prison, or even a common prison. I have read an account recently by a man who worked as a prison guard who said that prisoners who were sent to the isolation unit of the prison as punishment for misbehaviour where this unit was staffed purposely by females, both guards and administration employees, to humiliate the men as much as possible as part of the punishment. These men are kept nude in this unit most of the time. He said that all the new female employees at this prison were first made to work in this unit for a spell before other normal duties to show them and get used to the prison arrangement of staff duties and prisoner disciplne. I will try to find the link and post it here.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 13 added
« Reply #38 on: May 26th, 2010, 9:01am »
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on May 26th, 2010, 8:48am, Bobby_Bare wrote:
Although corporal punishment and forced nudity is not allowed in any army today, and has been so for many years, it is still a good story.

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As for forced nudity this can only take place in an army setting in special, obvious circumstances, like medical checkups or maybe overseeing showers. And I can't imagine sergeants or PT instructors ordering soldiers or recruits to do physical training in the nude.

That's true, I'm taking huge liberties here with the fiction and fantasy. Otherwise the CFNM would be very limited and the story very short. I'm enjoying myself too much for that! Grin
 
For people who find it too unbelievable, imagine it's simply a naughty girl's dream and you're getting an insight into her fantasies, which in a sense you are hehe!  Wink
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 13 added
« Reply #39 on: May 26th, 2010, 9:20am »
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you can be sure that it is one of the best stories I have read in this forum.
 
thank you for all your explanations, some have convinced me, some did not, but it is not very important.
 
For the warms up exercices without wearing jockstraps as usually, I agree with your explanation but it means that normally the gym exercises took place after in the process of induction of new recruits, they would have gone before to the room called "Stores" where they would have receive their first military kit.    
 
"It's because they hadn't been issued with any kit yet. She's explaining that 'normally' warm up exercises are done in jockstraps, but that not having one today isn't a problem".  
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so why this process was not respected this day?why the order of the different sections was not respected?
you did not say it to us?
 
I hope that you will take in account my comments about a military proper shower for the relation of a shower training later.  
 
Aout the buildings, I understand that it was a temporary situation and things were not finished.
The poor Craig is not lucky for the men's accommodation as for other situations in these first days of induction.
 
He was not lucky because he was coming sooner in this unit newly opened to men's training , young men who will come later will be best treated for their accommodation.  
with your plausible explanation, I agree with the fact that there was never curtains in their accommodation at that time.
 
I agree with you that the men would have been treated in the the same way as regards disrespect of their modesty  in an all male camp, so I agree with the presence of female sergeants or PTI instructor as King or nurses, and why not civilian ones as the sister of his girlfriend if the army had not hired enough military nurses, but female soldiers seemed to have also all rights in this unit, they seemed to be always good treated and they could look at the guys when they were naked as long as they wanted, it is with that situation that I disagree if you want to be more realistic but you are the writer.
 
it is Ok for the presence of the two privates during the swimming pool exercice.
 
I have still some comments about other points : the guys were too often with their genitals erected in many situations where they were exposed.
why ? because it was not credible and it was a lack of respect for all the women present when they were naked.
I think that the male and female sergeants might have not tolerate such behaviours and would have intervene to stop that each time when it began.
 
May be some women enjoyed to see men with erected penis but their nakedness was not decided to give pleasure to the women present, it was a military rule, so when the young recruits get a boner too often when naked in front of female soldiers, it was undecent and unfair  in a mixed military unit.
 
They would be naked as often as necessary, as for example for the weightin  on a scale in the gym but not with arousals as they were when exposed in plain view of the dozen of female recruits.
 
Also, it was funny for the female soldiers to see the bare buttocks of the young men when they were only wearing jockstraps  but it seemed to be less interesting if they could see them completely naked just after.  
 
I like the talks of the female soldiers, it seems that they were  rather new in this unit because they did not know exactly how the young men were treated very differently of them.  
 
I have not said before that I have appreciated much the relation of the good slaps on the buttocks that the female PTI  King gave to Craig and her comments about the good noise they made. I have known almost such a situation but with male sergeants. only and a long time ago.
 
Fortunately, it is not finished, many other situations will follow, including the ritual initiation of new recruits which will be certainly much funny!
but you have the time before relating that, all is interesting  !
 
And  it seems that you have forgotten the barber. As the guys will have their hair shaved off, normally they would be completely naked in the room rather than in jockstraps which were no use in such a situation ?.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 13 added
« Reply #40 on: May 26th, 2010, 9:29am »
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on May 26th, 2010, 9:01am, Chilled_Jill wrote:

Thank you Smiley  
 
That's true, I'm taking huge liberties here with the fiction and fantasy. Otherwise the CFNM would be very limited and the story very short. I'm enjoying myself too much for that! Grin
 
For people who find it too unbelievable, imagine it's simply a naughty girl's dream and you're getting an insight into her fantasies, which in a sense you are hehe!  Wink

 
And what you're doing is very well done, creative and sexy, elevating cfnm fantasies to the highest level yet. Thanks to our dear Chilled_Jill for sharing her naughty girls dream with us.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 14 added
« Reply #41 on: May 26th, 2010, 2:28pm »
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I think that something very interesting will arrive in the next part of the relation if the girl  that you called "Krystal" will come to the camp training to put a letter to sergeant Price.
I guess that she will have a good time in the camp and would not close her eyes when seeing what she was expecting in her office but had not already seen really.  
 
Now, we know that the discipline was the rule in that camp and that the presence of women would not give any advantages for men, all must be done as if they were no womenin the camp. The military authorities were only interested by the outcome.
now we are sure that the modesty of the male recruits did not mind at all.
 
As regards the barber, you must take in account the fact that the guys had gone to see a civilian barber  before being inducted in the camp training but even if they had already a very short hair cut, it was not enough, they might have their hair shaved completely.  
 
As the barber would cut all the hairs rather brutally, it would be better if it was a male civilian called occasionnally  for this job in the army, even if female segeants  could be also present to supervise the young recruits as usual.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 14 added
« Reply #42 on: May 26th, 2010, 5:58pm »
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Forced nudity and humiliation CFNM stories, especially with corrpoal punishment in front of females, are my favorite. And this story by Jill seems to have all these ingredients.
And I find them even more fascinating and erotic if they are true stories or experiences. Maybe it comes from my early experiences of watching boys getting spanked or being forced nude by females, sometimes in front of girls or other women, or hearing other boys experience about it. Watching and hearing the females' excitement at this nude punishment of boys always turned me on. Also watching movies with such scenes was the highest level of eroticism for me, as long as they are realistic and not artificially made up as most commercial videos seem to be these days.
One of my all time greatest favourites was my correspondence with a man who worked at a South African court where judicial canings of teenage boys up to their early twenties was an almost daily occurrunce up to the 70's or 80's. I have recounted some of this on another earlier thread. In my correspondence with this man he said that the young female employees at this court regularly went to watch these bare canings of boys and young men in the court cells, and by what he told me these females took extreme pleasure and even sexual excitement by watching these males standing bare in groups waiting to be caned and during the caning itself.
Anyway, these accounts can be turned into great stories by skill such as Jill has, and I hope she will give us other great stories of such forced CFNM situations. Maybe they can be set in other institutions like bootcamps, juvenile detention centres, prisons, remand homes or judicial punishments and such like. I certainly look forward to them. Thanks Jill and all others who may write such stories.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 14 added
« Reply #43 on: May 26th, 2010, 10:40pm »
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Chilled Jill has done an excellent job with her naked army recruits.  At some point I think it would have been more plausible to shift the scene away from an army unit to a prison where force male nudity in front of females is more realistic, especially in the US.  Bit is is first class erotic writing and I look for more in the future.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 14 added
« Reply #44 on: May 27th, 2010, 3:35am »
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While I was reading again your story, I have noticed that girl "Chrystal" was the girl who was in the first room office where Craig was ordered to strip into brief. So on the opposite of what I thought first, she knew certainlty a lot about the men's physicals in this camp training.
I have not understood that before, I believed that it was a nex girl in the story who has received "Craig" at a recruitment office when he wanted to join  the army and was not working at the camp training.
 
It would be also interesting to have another girl coming in the camp to give  some papers about guys or new instructions or it could be a new girl nurse for her first job day who would have never work before inwith male recruits  or why not an inspection by some superior officers, males and females, accompanied by some privates or some  clerks mainly women.  
 
As regards the barber, may be it is not a good idea to have the guys their hairs completely shaved because they were not so good looking after that, it would be better to have them a normal hair cut, only rather short but not shaved.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 14 added
« Reply #45 on: May 27th, 2010, 3:44am »
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Yes, Krystal was the girl way back when Craig was first getting inducted. She's the assistant to the officer that swore him in, who was also the same guy on the phone talking with the CO from Dunford. Or at least that's the way I interpreted it.
 
Also, I understand English isn't your first language, but I've got to point something out. The army doesn't have "Hair dressers", they have barbers. A "hair dresser" is the person women go to when they want to get their hair 'done' (poofed up, colored, etc). A barber is a guy who just cuts hair, no frills, nothing fancy. Guys go to barbers, girls go to hair dressers.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 14 added
« Reply #46 on: May 27th, 2010, 8:15am »
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Thank you for the comments and ideas boys  Kiss  
 
I'm sure a haircut is definitely due Wink  
 
I realise that the amount of nudity is much more than the real army would allow, but it makes writing the story so much fun! I love thinking about and describing their bodies.
 
The same with their erections. I'm sure that exercising in front of attractive young women wearing skirts (when you've only got a jockstrap on) and then having to strip naked to be weighed is enough to excite some healthy young males.  
 
Now, back to Krystal. She's heard talk of what happens during training, but she only gets a little teaser. She sees a succession of attractive young men, they partially undress in front of her, and stand around in their underwear for a few minutes. Then a door opens, they're taken away and she hears stories about what happens next. She's probably also read memos explaining how to handle male recruits - if I was her, I'd be very disappointed!  
 
(I can relate to that. I watch my boyfriend play football with his friends, they run around in shorts, lift their shirts when they score and take them off at the end - then go into the changing room. I'd love to follow them and enjoy what happens in there Wink )  
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 14 added
« Reply #47 on: May 27th, 2010, 8:47am »
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thank you jclause2, you must indulgent with me because I am a french person.
 
well, now, I will talk of a barber for hair cut in the army
 
i will also modify my former posts on that subject as I have already done several times when I notice a mistake.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 14 added
« Reply #48 on: May 27th, 2010, 12:51pm »
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Krystal's first visit to the recruits is coming up... and it won't be her last Wink
 
Part 15
 
In the gym, the recruits were sitting on the floor. After the exercise routine, Sergeant Price had announced that they were now known as Section A.  
 
“Section A, remove your jockstraps and take a shower.” he ordered.  
 
Craig was thankful that the Sergeant had waited until the female recruits had left the building. He’d been worrying about taking a shower with the women still in the changing rooms. Not that it would make much difference, he reflected ruefully, remembering how he felt when he was weighed.  
 
Meanwhile, Krystal walked down the corridor where the recruits had waited when they first arrived, and reached an open office door.
 
“Jen, you don’t know where Sergeant Price is do you?”
 
“Hi Krystal, just a moment.”
 
Jen looked at a large grid on the wall.  
 
“He’s down for training Section A and they should be…” she glanced at her watch, then ran a finger along the grid, “… in gym number two.”
 
“Super, thanks!“
 
In the changing room, the men stood under the running water, enjoying the temporary respite from being shouted at. Craig longed to be back home, washing his body while Melissa peeped round the shower curtain and whistled. He loved it when she watched him in the shower or bath, she always made a comment about him being well hung or having a nice bum. Feeling his penis responding, he quickly thought about floor tiles and paint instead.
 
“When you have dried yourselves,” said Sergeant Price turning the water off, “you will line up in the gym. Do not put your jockstraps back on, but hold them in front of your manhood to cover yourselves.”
 
The recruit nearest the cupboard handed out the towels and the wet guys quickly dried their bodies. They picked up their discarded jockstraps and cupped their hands in front of themselves, using the material to provide a little more modesty. They returned to the gym and stood with their backs to one wall, facing Sergeant Price.
 
“Good exercise, done well. We will shortly be returning to your barracks where you will get dressed and then learn how to make your beds.”
 
One of the recruits smirked and rolled his eyes, thinking it was rather childish to be shown how to make a bed.
 
“Recruit Taylor…” said the Sergeant softly, “Step forward.”
 
Craig shivered, the quiet voice was more scary than the shouting. Taylor moved forwards, regretting his indiscretion. He was quite thin and pale, all the more apparent with his folded blue jockstrap grasped in front of himself.  
 
“You seem amused by the idea of being shown how to make a bed. Perhaps you think you already know. Perhaps you drag your duvet cover up in a morning and think that’s adequate. Perhaps you consider yourself better than all these other recruits. Step back. Recruit Gray, step forward.”
 
Alistair gulped, wondering what he’d done wrong. He took a pace forward, his nervous hands twisting his jockstrap.  
 
“Gray, do you consider you know how to make an army bed?”
 
“No Sergeant!”
 
“Do you think you might have something to learn?“
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
“Good lad. Step back. Recruit Mazelle, step forward.”
 
Craig felt something trickle down his back and between his buttocks, not sure whether it was water from his damp hair or sweat.
 
“Mazelle, are you familiar with making a bed to army standards?”
 
“No Sergeant!”
 
He caught the slightest movement from somewhere to his left and his eyes looked quickly in that direction. A familiar woman was standing in the open doorway. Price, ever alert, followed the direction of his glance.
 
“Good afternoon. May I help you?” he said, every bit the charming gentleman.  
 
Krystal tried to avoid looking at the line of nearly naked men. They were holding some kind of material in front of their dangly bits, but they didn’t appear to have any clothes on. She could feel her pulse racing and temperature rising, hoping they couldn’t tell she was blushing. She’d never seen so many bare bodies at once.  
 
Craig remembered that she’d prompted him to remove his chain, which had probably saved him from a telling off. Compared with the treatment he’d had from a lot of people today, that small gesture of kindness would not be forgotten.
 
Krystal cleared her throat: “Permission to enter?”  
 
“Of course,” said the Sergeant, it was not necessary for her to ask but he appreciated the courtesy.  
 
She kept her eyes fixed on the Sergeant as she walked towards him with the letter. She couldn’t avoid seeing the men, although she wasn’t directly looking at them, but Recruit Mazelle was standing further forward. She had a lovely side view, and gave into temptation for a quick look at the curves of his nude body. He was really beautiful. Most of him was familiar to her, having seen him in his briefs, but he had the most gorgeous, shapely bottom. She was glad he was covering his genitals, she’d already seen the outline in his underwear but seeing it in the flesh would have been too embarrassing.
 
“I have a letter for you Sergeant,” she explained, holding out the envelope.
 
“Thank you. Does it require an immediate reply?”
 
“Not to my knowledge, he didn’t say.”
 
The Sergeant knew perfectly well who “he” was. He opened the letter, scanned it briefly and seemed satisfied.
 
“Would you pass on my gratitude, please?” he asked.
 
Krystal nodded, and turned to leave. She briefly made eye contact with Craig, and he nodded his head very slightly to acknowledge her. He felt a strange sense of pride, knowing she’d remembered him and feeling perfectly at ease with her seeing his body. His eyes followed her as she left the gym, then he heard the Sergeant clear his throat and quickly looked back at him.
 
“That’s called a woman, Mazelle,” joked the Sergeant.  
 
Craig blushed. He straightened his shoulders.  
 
“Yes Sergeant, sorry Sergeant!”
 
“Mazelle,” continued the Sergeant, “Do you believe there are things you have to learn? And not just about the opposite sex.”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
Outside, Krystal overhead those remarks and smiled. She liked Craig Mazelle, he was a cutie - and what a body! She made her way back to the main building, feeling quite tingly all over.  
 
“Step back in line. Well, Recruit Taylor, you seem to rate your knowledge and intelligence above the rest of your section. That’s very arrogant, especially since you have not demonstrated anything which would give me that impression. Step forward, turn to face your fellow recruits and apologise!”
 
Feeling humiliated, Taylor stood facing the rest of the men.
 
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking down at the floor.  
 
Sergeant Price sniffed, then walked slowly to the far end of the gym. Craig was puzzled, he heard Alistair gulp. Then the Sergeant turned and ran back to Taylor, the sound of his boots echoing.  
 
“You can’t even be bothered to apologise properly!” roared the Sergeant.  
 
Taylor automatically stepped back, the fury in that sentence felt like a blast of air.  
 
“You’ve insulted the army, you’ve insulted your section and you’ve insulted me! Get down on your knees! NOW!”
 
Terrified, Taylor knelt.  
 
“Look at the clock on the wall,” said the Sergeant, “After five minutes you will follow us to the barracks. Use that five minutes to decide what you’re going to say when you apologise properly. The rest of you, with me!”
 
The recruits followed Sergeant Price from the gym, leaving Taylor feeling humiliated.
 
The short journey to the barracks was done in silence, everyone holding their jockstraps protectively in front of themselves and relieved not to pass any female soldiers on the way. Once inside the barracks, Sergeant Price ordered them to dress in their running shoes, socks and shorts. Craig was surprised the order hadn’t mentioned underwear or running vests. Perhaps the idea was to check that they were paying attention and listening to the details. It felt a little strange wearing shorts with nothing under them, but then everything about today had been strange in one way or another.
 
The door opened and Taylor walked in, clutching his jockstrap in front of him.  
 
“Stand outside the door!” ordered Sergeant Price, “Ask your section if you may enter!”
 
Taylor took a step back, shocked.  
 
“Section A, may I enter the barracks?”
 
The Sergeant looked around the room, “May he enter?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!” replied all the men together, none of them wanted to prolong Taylor’s disgrace.
 
“Enter!” snapped Price.
 
Taylor stepped in and addressed the Sergeant: “Sergeant, may I speak to my Section?”
 
“You may.”
 
“Section A, I apologise for insulting you. I was wrong and I am sorry. Sergeant Price, I apologise for insulting you. That was wrong of me and I am sorry. And I apologise for insulting the army.”
 
“Section A,” said the Sergeant, “Do you accept the apology?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
“Very good. Recruit Taylor, I also accept your apology.”
 
“Thank you Sergeant, thank you Section A!”
 
“That just leaves the army,” continued Price, “which will only accept your apology if you buck up your ideas and increase your effort. Do I make myself clear?”
 
“Yes Sergeant!”
 
“Very well. Put on your shorts, shoes and socks. Then everybody stand in line in front of your beds.”
 
At the bottom of the steps outside, Private Amy Wilkins waited. She’d found Taylor in the gym and given him some advice on how to apologise. It seemed to have worked. She walked up the steps and knocked on the open door. Craig looked up, and smiled when he recognised her. She’d helped him in the Mess Hall, and he’d got a compliment from Price as a result.
 
“Permission to enter Sergeant?” she said, sounding cool and efficient.
 
“Granted,” replied the Sergeant, stepping aside, “Private Wilkins is here to show you how to make a bed. Watch and learn. When you’re ready Private.”
 
Amy quickly scanned the name labels on the lockers until she saw ’Mazelle’ written in marker pen. Sergeant Price said nothing, but was quietly amused when he saw which bed she’d chosen to make. Young Mazelle clearly had some appeal to the ladies.  
 
At the same time as reading the name, Amy had been enjoying looking at the selection of bare chests. Mazelle's nipples stood up on his chest, cute little fun buttons as she liked to call them.
 
“Take the bottom sheet like this, and shake,” said Private Wilkins, “Lay it flat so it overhangs all the way around. Tuck the edges under the mattress, starting at the corners like this. Smooth the sheet so it will be flat to lie on.”
 
Craig watched her gentle female hands smoothing his bed. There was something very sexy about a woman making sure he’d be comfortable. It reminded him of Melissa turning back the sheets to welcome him into her bed, her hands brushing against him as he slipped in. He returned his attention to Private Wilkins and wondered if she knew that he would be lying on that sheet naked. He felt an urge to take off his shorts and test it while she watched, then felt guilty as that caused a stirring between his legs. An image of floor tiles flashed across his mind again.
 
“Tuck the pillow under your chin, slide it into the pillowcase like this. Lay it on the bed. Take the top sheet and shake, lay it over the whole bed, then turn the top half back like this. Go round these three sides and tuck it under the mattress. Leave the blanket folded until you are ready to use it.”
 
“Thank you Private,” said Sergeant Price, “Now with the exception of Mazelle, copy what you’ve just seen.”
 
Craig looked at his nice clean bed and longed to get into it, he waited until the Sergeant wasn‘t looking and then smiled at Amy. She winked back. When all the beds were made to Price’s satisfaction, he addressed the section again.
 
“Time for a visit to the barbers. Or, in proper army language, GET YOUR RUDDY HAIR CUT!”
 
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To be continued…
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Part 16
 
Sergeant Price marched the shirtless recruits from their barracks, across the parade ground and into the main building. Sergeant Shaw was waiting in the corridor, next to an open door.  
 
“Recruits, in here.” said Sergeant Shaw.
 
It was a well lit, windowless room, containing a barber’s chair and a long shelf - on which stood a comb, a brush, a pair of scissors and an electric hair shaver. A man in his fifties stood by the chair, wearing a white coat. It was the first time Craig had felt scared about having his hair cut, and the absence of a mirror suggested nobody was going to ask his opinion afterwards.
 
“Line up,” ordered Sergeant Shaw, “and take all your clothes off.”
 
With a sudden rush of fear, Alistair wondered what the barber was going to cut! Meanwhile Craig had removed his running shoes and was sliding his shorts down. He stepped out of them, then took his socks off and stood naked with his hands clasped in front of himself. The room was quite cool and there was a further draught from the open door.  
 
“Mazelle, sit in the chair with your hands on the arm rests.”
 
Alistair saw Craig’s jaw tense, a habit he’d noticed. He supposed it was how his new friend controlled both his nerves and his temper. They were going to have to sit in the barber’s chair not just naked, but full frontal. Craig sat down and placed his hands as ordered. He looked down at his penis, grateful for being soft and dangly. The barber didn’t speak but simply picked up his hair shaver. The next couple of minutes passed very quickly, as Craig’s hair was already quite short. The off-cuts of hair tickled as they landed on his bare shoulders, chest and thighs. When the barber switched off the shaver and put down his scissors, the only real change Craig noticed was a draught around his neck and ears.
 
“Get up, brush the hair off your body and stand facing the far wall. Gray, next!”
 
Craig stood up and walked across the room completely naked. His penis dangled freely as he used both hands to brush the hair cuttings from his body, they were everywhere. Then he stood looking at the roughly plastered wall, his bare buttocks visible to everyone. Behind him he could hear the shaver buzzing, and started counting the nail holes in the plaster to pass the time.  
 
Alistair’s hair was longer than Craig’s, if he hadn’t been naked it would have rested on his collar as well as slightly covering one eye. The barber shaved and snipped away, reducing it to a smart but functional style and Alistair felt strange not being able to see his hair when he looked up.  
 
“Line up next to Mazelle. Taylor, next!”
 
Alistair stood next to Craig, showing his own bare bottom to the rest of the section as he frantically brushed the itching hair remnants from his naked skin. One by one the other recruits joined them as the barber worked away.  
 
While the barber was snipping quietly with a pair of scissors, Craig heard the sound of approaching voices and instinctively turned his head. A man and a woman were having a conversation, and had paused nearby.
 
“So what else is missing?” asked the male voice.
 
“They need curtains for their barracks,” replied the female voice, “and we don’t have the full kit, so they’re missing some sports gear and most of the basic uniform.”
 
“I’ve requested those already, but there’s a block at Dunford. It’s virtually locked down, everything goes in but nothing comes out. I’m afraid they may have to do some parts of their training naked, unless you want to lend them some skirts!”
 
“They can be naked if necessary,” said the woman casually, “that isn’t a problem, for some of the training nudity is mandatory anyway. But the equipment is an issue. I’ve made you a list of things we’re short of.”
 
“Thanks. We can probably pick up some of these locally with petty cash. As for the others, well it’s back to the state of play at Dunford. You‘ve heard they‘re recalling some men?”
 
“Yes, I spoke to Krystal earlier. So whatever’s happening up there is pretty big.”
 
“Mazelle! Face the wall!” snapped Sergeant Price.
 
Craig quickly turned his head back, and realised the conversation outside had abruptly halted. The sound of feet walking quickly was the last he heard of the two people.  
 
“Get dressed,” said Sergeant Shaw, when the group haircut was completed.
 
Craig and the others recovered their shoes, socks and shorts and dressed quickly. Each recruit ran his fingers through his hair, trying to guess at his appearance. Alistair was simply relieved to have some clothes on again, he still found being ordered to strip very embarrassing.
 
“You may go to the Mess Hall for a drink of tea,” said Sergeant Shaw, consulting her watch, “You have thirty minutes. Then report to the gym.”
 
“Move!” encouraged Sergeant Price.  
 
As the recruits hurried away, Price turned to Shaw and beckoned for her to follow him. There was something he wanted to discuss.  
 
The embarrassment of being stripped to the waist in the Mess Hall was a price worth paying, thought Alistair, as he sat next to Craig and sipped his warm, strong tea. The young woman behind the counter had been discreet, but the recruits all knew she’d been checking out their bodies. A cool draught up the leg of his shorts reminded Alistair that he wasn’t wearing any underpants.  
 
“How bad is it?” he asked Craig, pointing to his new haircut.
 
“Looks fine,” lied Craig, “bit short but it’s ok. What about mine?”
 
“Doesn’t look much different, except round your ears.” replied Alistair, then grinned, “I’m sick of seeing your arse though!”
 
Craig laughed, “Sorry! I didn’t have enough hands to cover that as well!”
 
“Why do they keep making us get naked?” asked Alistair in a whisper.
 
“Didn’t you hear those two talking outside?” replied Craig quietly.  
 
Alistair shook his head, “I heard voices but couldn’t tell what they were saying.”
 
Craig looked around to make sure nobody was listening, “They haven’t got enough kit for us, so they’ve decided we’re going to do without.”
 
Alistair’s eyes widened, as he drank the last mouthful of his tea. He’d always been quite shy about his body, so today had been a shock. The idea that this would be the pattern for the foreseeable future made him feel very uncomfortable.
 
The Mess Hall door opened and a familiar figure walked in, clutching a clipboard with some kind of chart fastened to it. It was Private Amy Wilkins. She went to the counter and got a cup of tea, then walked over to join Craig and Alistair. She saw Craig trying to look at her clipboard and turned it face down on the table.
 
“Cheeky, you’re not allowed to see that. I came in here for some peace and quiet to finish it, didn’t expect to find a group of hunky half naked men. Nice hairdos by the way!”
 
Craig and Alistair grinned, whether she was serious or not didn’t matter, a compliment from Amy was very welcome.
 
“Thanks for earlier,” said Craig, “The handy hints and that…”
 
“My pleasure, just don’t let too many people know. We’re not really supposed to.”
 
Craig nodded.
 
“Anyway, have you got used to the place yet?” continued Amy.
 
Alistair shook his head, “It’s not what I expected.”
 
“No, I suppose not,” said Amy, “It’s just bad timing I guess, it all blew up last week. We had builders, painters, plumbers, men assembling those temporary buildings - the lot - and it‘s not finished yet. Then a busload of extra staff turned up.”
 
“Do you have any idea what’s happening at Dunford?”
 
“Not a clue, they wouldn’t tell us anyway.”
 
Craig was rubbing his shoulder.
 
“Aches and pains?” asked Amy sympathetically.  
 
“Hair,” corrected Craig, “It’s everywhere. On my shoulders, in my socks, down my shorts…”
 
“How did it get down there?” asked Amy.
 
Alistair looked at Craig, hoping he wouldn’t say. Amy picked up on this little clue.
 
“They had you naked didn’t they?” she said slowly, raising an eyebrow.
 
Alistair and Craig looked down but said nothing.
 
“I never knew they cut guys hair in the nude. The medicals yes, everyone knows that, but the barbers too…” she grinned, then looked guilty, “Sorry”
 
Craig and Alistair looked like two shy schoolboys whose secret had been discovered by the girls.
 
“But yeah, aches and pains too,” said Craig, changing the subject.
 
“We all have those on the first day,” said Amy, “well and the second, third, fourth. Who‘s your PT Instructor?”
 
“King,” said Alistair, his tone suggesting a mixture of respect and fear.
 
Amy put her hand over her mouth. Alistair’s eyes widened.
 
“You know where she’s from?” asked Amy, “She came with the busload.”
 
Craig shook his head.
 
“Does she strike you as being strict? A bit tough, with a mean streak?” continued Amy.
 
“And then some,” said Alistair with feeling.
 
“Well, she’s used to dealing with male soldiers,” said Amy slowly, “But they’re usually behind bars.”
 
Craig gulped. That, he thought, explains a lot. He looked at the clock and saw the other men standing up.
 
“We should be moving,” he said, “Thanks again - for everything.”
 
Amy playfully half-turned the clipboard over, then pressed it down again. Craig smiled, and followed the rest of his section out of the door.  
 
As they walked towards the gym, they saw a line of female soldiers facing Sergeant Forbes on the parade ground. They all had rifles and the Sergeant was shouting a range of commands. The soldiers lowered their rifles to the ground, then picked them up and aimed into the air, then lowered them again, then aimed at the sky again. Each time they aimed their rifles, they shouted the word “Bang!” Craig was looking forward to rifle practice. He was quite good at winning prizes with imitation rifles at the fairground, and fancied trying the real thing.  
 
Inside the gym, Sergeant Shaw and PTI King were waiting for them and ordered them into a line.  
 
“This is your last exercise for the day,” said the Sergeant, “After which you will return to your barracks and spend time making them habitable. The evening meal is served in the Mess Hall at eighteen hundred hours. After that you have some socialising time but may not stray more than sixty feet from your barracks. You will go to bed at twenty-one hundred hours because tomorrow starts early and you need your rest.”
 
Craig converted the times, he hadn’t been sent to bed at 9 o’clock since he was a kid.  
 
“Tomorrow we start to get tough,” continued the Sergeant.
 
Craig gulped and looked sideways at Alistair, who also looked nervous. None of the recruits liked the sound of that, having found today to be stressful enough.  
 
“You will get up at o-five-hundred, yes five a.m. You will use the lavatory, then come here and take a shower in there,” she pointed in the direction of their changing room, “you will then have a short-arm inspection.”
 
Someone near the end of the line groaned. Craig froze. Whoever that was had just made a big mistake.
 
“Who was that?” demanded Sergeant Shaw.  
 
Nobody spoke, fearful of the punishment.  
 
“I said who was that?” repeated the Sergeant.
 
Again there was complete silence.  
 
“I do not propose to waste my time asking each of you in turn,” said Sergeant Shaw, “but clearly one of you does not like short-arm inspections.”
 
Craig blinked, doubting if anyone did.
 
“In that case, tomorrow you will have a short-arm inspection in the morning, another at midday, and another in the afternoon. It will help you get used to them. In fact we’ll have one now. Take all your clothes off!”  
 
While the recruits were undressing, Sergeant Shaw fetched a chair from a stack by the wall, and PTI King collected one of the wooden step-up boxes. The young men stood with both hands covering themselves and PTI King sat on the chair.
 
“Mazelle, you’re first. Straddle the box.” said the Sergeant.
 
Craig blushed as he stepped forward. Having to stand astride the box made the whole thing more embarrassing. He put his arms by his sides and spread his legs in front of the two women. Shock and fear prevented him from having an erection so his penis dangled.  
 
“Point it at the ceiling,” said PTI King.
 
Craig lifted his floppy member and angled it upwards. He could see the PT Instructor’s eyes studying every detail, every vein, how large his opening was, the texture and colour of his glans, the size of his balls, which hung lower and how much hair was around the base of his shaft.
 
“Let go.”  
 
Craig let it flop back down, no doubt this humiliation was designed to build resentment against the person who had objected . Craig was very tempted to land a punch on someone’s nose. Whoever had groaned was not going to do it again.  
 
“Go over there and kneel down,” ordered the Sergeant, “face the wall with your hands on your head.”
 
Craig stepped away from the box, and walked to the wall. He knelt down naked, put his hands on his head and stared at yet another wall.
 
“Gray!” snapped Sergeant Shaw.
 
This was the part Alistair disliked the most. He didn’t like having to show it to his doctor, but today everyone had seen it, and that didn’t make it any easier. He straddled the box, trying to think of something else.  
 
“Slide your foreskin back and point your penis at the ceiling.” said PTI King.
 
Alistair closed his eyes and took hold of his penis.
 
Soon, all nine recruits were on their knees looking at the wall.
 
“As I was saying,” said Sergeant Shaw, “Tomorrow…”  
 
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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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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.  
 
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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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« 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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on May 19th, 2010, 5:26pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:

 
“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
 
btw love this story !!!
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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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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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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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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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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
 
Keep up the good work!
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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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To be continued…
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 22 added
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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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on Jun 16th, 2010, 8:18am, LadyLover wrote:
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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« 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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« 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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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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« 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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« 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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« 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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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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« 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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« 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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I would join this army!  Wink
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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
 
 
 
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“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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This is one of the best storys I read 5 of 5 stars! Hope there will be more........
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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
« Reply #99 on: Jun 25th, 2010, 4:46am »
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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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« Reply #100 on: Jun 25th, 2010, 5:04am »
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"mrmar":
 
Some of your ideas are very good, not all in my opinion because some are too much erotic for that story.  
 
1. nude swimming in lake, public - if presence  of public was not expected deliberately and happened accidentally but did not change anything for the recruits)
 
3. laundry problem for a day or two
 
4. hazing and bullying by older recruits  
 
Chilled jill has promised us some rituals of initiation, so I guess that they will come soon?  
 
5. discipline problem, punished with sexual punishment ( no, too much erotic, only corporal punishments)
 
8. red cross sisters on visit ( I prefer that it would be a group of student nurses )
 
11. people with cameras and filming ( no it is not a good idea, except if the army wants to take some medical tests about the guy  
 
13. joint exercise with the females ( yes that is a good idea!)
 
15. not covering up when nude ( I don't think that they are covering often when nude?)
 
17. sent to public hospital for medic problem ( no, it is better if all medical examination are made in the training camp because in a public hospital, their modesty would be more protected, the same rules cannot be applied !
 
23. wrestling in the nude
 
4. safe Sex Education Class with one or two boys helping
 
 
27. Marching and then officer shouting a name that person take off his clothing and put them on again and runs back to the line and countinuing marching
 
28. alarm after laundry delivery (the men are nude) and moved with a lot of females
 
29. Perform at (nr 4) like the elefant march,30.
 
 and (nr3) there can be one who dont get his jockstraps and an other dont get his shorts and thats means none can have one on
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 27 added
« Reply #101 on: Jun 25th, 2010, 5:27am »
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"Chilled jill " :  
I enjoy part 27
 just some comments :
 
- I like the fact that the nurse has a stern face and is very authoritarian.
 
- but why the shots are not taken with all the guys lining up naked ?  
 
each recruit would have been questioned one by one by the officers and then the shots would have been given in group.
 
- if I have well read, most of the time, Craig is face to the women officers , even when he is bending over for the shots at the buttocks, so only the nurse is behind him to see his buttocks and asshole  
 
I think that it would have been also funny if shots at the buttocks would have been given while he was showing his behinds to the officers after he was instructed to turn around, so he was exposing his bare buttocks while the nurse was preparing the syringe for the shots.
 
I think also that the officers could have ordered him to bend over and to touch his toes as an exercice and then to spread largely his cheeks only for fun and to check his obedience towards female officers.  
 
 
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 26 added
« Reply #102 on: Jun 25th, 2010, 8:33am »
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on Jun 24th, 2010, 11:50am, YerK wrote:
I would join this army!  Wink

 
Apart from the daily strenuous exercises and the needles in the ass by the nurse I think I could join this army. I wouldn't even mind a hand spanking by the pretty sergeant or her assistant for misbehaviour.  
I haven't read all the episodes lately, but have the female office staff workers at the camp had a chance to see how the training of new recruits is done?  
Or an invitaion to the press for female journalists to see how serious the training of recruits is carried out at this camp?
Also do the relatives of these recruits, like moms and sisters, get to see any of their training while visiting them?
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 26 added
« Reply #103 on: Jun 25th, 2010, 10:53am »
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on Jun 25th, 2010, 8:33am, Bobby_Bare wrote:

 
Apart from the daily strenuous exercises and the needles in the ass by the nurse I think I could join this army. I wouldn't even mind a hand spanking by the pretty sergeant or her assistant for misbehaviour.  
I haven't read all the episodes lately, but have the female office staff workers at the camp had a chance to see how the training of new recruits is done?  
Or an invitaion to the press for female journalists to see how serious the training of recruits is carried out at this camp?
Also do the relatives of these recruits, like moms and sisters, get to see any of their training while visiting them?

 
Hey, join any army and you're going to get shots.  Join any army and you're going to be put through miserable exercises, but join Jill's army and you'll be doing all of that naked in front of women who enjoy seeing you nude.  Wink
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 27 added
« Reply #104 on: Jun 28th, 2010, 6:23pm »
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you are right  
it is the only great difference between the army in the fantasy of chilled jill relation and the reality of the life in the army for a poor draftee but it is obviously very important.
women are supervising all and have all the power towards the poor obedient draftees, completely submitted to all their orders.
 
is it a dream or a nightmare,?
 
each one can have a different answer!
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 27 added
« Reply #105 on: Jun 28th, 2010, 6:29pm »
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now I am waiting for the following parts  
I hope that the female officers have not finished their inspection and that a young female secretary will join them quickly to take notes if necessary.  
 
I would appreciate also if Krystal would be present with the female officers for the next part of their inspection at request of her chief officer.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 27 added
« Reply #106 on: Jun 28th, 2010, 6:49pm »
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As regards the suggestion of "mrmar"" about the visit of red cross sisters, I have changed my mind.
 
it would be a good idea if a few red cross sisters, rather middle age or even more older like a grandma, will come to the training camp to check how it is managed and how it is possible to have new male recruits in a training camp devoted mainly to female soldiers.
 
It would be a good idea because when the male recruits will learn that there will be a visit of  red cross sisters, they will be thinking that these women will be shocked by the way they are treated in the training camp but they will soon be disappointed
The sisters will be only checking that the privacy of the female soldiers is well protected, as much as it must be, and that nothing has changed for them, but they will not mind about the privacy of the male recruits and the disregard of their modesty.
they will be all thinking that it is not a big deal.  
 
As they said, "we have already seen a lot of naked young men, we know how young men are built, we are not shocked to see a lot of naked genitals and bare ass, these young men could be our sons or grandsons, so there is nothing that we have not seen before our visit".
And also "we know that boys, male teenagers and young men are not like girls teenagers and young girls. They need much more discipline and they cannot be treated the same, they do not need  the same respect of their modesty and privacy"  
 
may be it could be funny,    
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 20 added
« Reply #107 on: Jun 29th, 2010, 8:34am »
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on Jun 6th, 2010, 5:20pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:
It seems, however, that his embarrassing experiences are far from over... Wink

To me, reading good fiction is like taking a leisurely Sunday drive with my parents. I go wherever they want to take me. What does it matter, as long as I enjoy the ride?  Cheesy
 
Unlike other readers, I do not care where this story is going. Chilled_Jill is driving this bus!
All I ask, C_J, is wherever you are going, take me with you!  Kiss
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 27 added
« Reply #108 on: Jun 30th, 2010, 11:39am »
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They're in the army now!
 
http://drugoi.livejournal.com/3075975.html   Wink
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 27 added
« Reply #109 on: Jun 30th, 2010, 6:08pm »
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very interesting, even if I have already seen some of the pictures, especially that one when one draftee is completely naked standing like at attention with a soap on one of his hand  in front of two military women wearing over  their military clothes a lab coat.
and also that other where they are a group of naked draftees who came  in front of a few military men and one women who are given them their  white underwears.
 
It was almost the same for us in France in the cloth room, we were also in group and  completely naked reporting  in front of soldiers and a middle age man who was a tailor and who took some measurements of us before telling to  the soldiers the size of the military clothes, including underwears that they had to give us.
 
but there was a great difference since there was no women in the room!    
 
is somebody able to translate some comments after the pictures if they are interesting?
 
and we hope the following parts of the story will come soon!
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 28 added
« Reply #110 on: Jul 4th, 2010, 5:06pm »
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Part 28
 
Alistair blinked as he stepped into the sunlight. His arms and buttocks were sore and he was blushing.
 
“Are you alright?” asked a female voice.
 
He turned to see one of the young women from the Mess Hall, carrying a cardboard box.
 
“Yeah, I think so,” he replied, flexing his shoulders.
 
Martina looked down at his gorgeous thighs, shown off by his running shorts.
 
“You’re bound to be sore,“ she said sympathetically, “but you’d better keep moving about, or those injections in your bum are going to be very painful tomorrow.”
 
Alistair looked at her, his mouth wide open in surprise.
 
“You were near the windows,” she said, winking, “I could see everything.”  
 
She giggled and Alistair smiled back. As he turned and walked away he heard a quiet wolf-whistle and felt his penis brush against his shorts. When he reached the barracks, Craig was lying face down on his bed.  
 
“Don’t stay there too long,” said Alistair, “Someone told me it’s better to move about or your arse is going to be sore tomorrow.”
 
“It’s sore now,” moaned Craig, “What did that nurse use, a hammer and chisel?”
 
Alistair laughed and flopped down onto his bed, then quickly stood up.
 
“Ow, ow, ow!” he protested, rubbing his painful backside.
 
“Don’t sit down,” teased Craig, “it hurts like hell. Fancy a walk?”
 
In her office, Krystal was busy typing when there was a knock at the open door.
 
“Sorry to interrupt,” said Sergeant Price, giving her his most charming smile.
 
“Not at all, Sergeant, what can I do for you?”
 
“Is there an update on Recruit Lawson?”
 
Krystal consulted a piece of paper.  
 
“Yes, he’s being transferred. Sergeant Forbes is taking him to Holmeford this afternoon. They have a recruit who must be moved because a relative is also based there, so it’s a straight swap.”  
 
When the questioning and injections were over, the men of Section A were having a well earned rest until the door of their barracks opened. Sergeant Shaw walked in, ordering them to stand to attention. Painfully, the young men rose from their beds.  
 
“Go the gym. Move!”
 
In the gym, some tables had been set up and were piled high with clothes. Three female soldiers stood ready as Sergeant Shaw told the men to line up. Perhaps they were going to get proper uniforms, thought Alistair, no more marching around in shorts or jockstraps.  
 
“This is not official army kit,” said the Sergeant, “so we cannot distribute it through the stores. It’s a short term solution because of the supply problems. Now, you will each be issued with four pairs of shorts, two t-shirts, two sports vests, four jockstraps, two pairs of running shoes, four pairs of briefs and four pairs of socks.”  
 
Alistair sighed quietly, there was no mention of trousers.  
 
“The sizes do not match regulations,” continued Sergeant Shaw, “so you need your chests and waists measuring. Each soldier will measure and equip three recruits, so split into three groups.”  
 
Craig, Alistair and James formed a group opposite an attractive, dark haired soldier who was holding a tape measure. Her uniform emphasised the shape of her breasts and Craig’s eyes traced the pleasing outline. He caught her eye and blushed. She looked back at him, shaking her head slightly, but with a little smile. Then she lowered her eyes and looked at the front of his shorts.  
 
Private Marie Burnett could hardly believe her luck. She’d got daddy-long-legs, six-pack-donkey-dick and the hunk with the hairy chest! She could almost feel the jealousy from the other women.  
 
“Recruits strip!” ordered Sergeant Shaw, “Everything off now!”
 
Craig closed his eyes briefly, realising he should have expected that. No wonder the soldier had smiled when he’d looked at her body, knowing she was going to see a lot more of his! The men started undressing and soon Craig was in just his shorts. He hesitated, saw the amused expression on Private Burnett’s face, and took a deep breath. He slid his shorts down his legs, allowing his penis to dangle freely. Her eyes studied it carefully, as though she was mentally measuring him. Craig stepped out of his shorts, put his shoulders back and stood facing her, naked and full frontal. Standing just behind him, James and Alistair were also naked.    
 
“Step forward and make a T-shape with your arms,” said Private Burnett.
 
As Craig moved closer to her with his arms out, his penis brushed against his thigh. She followed it with her eyes, then raised her tape measure. But instead of measuring his chest, she held the tape in one hand and put both arms around his body, very close but not actually touching him. His heart was racing and he wanted her to pull him close. She looped the tape around his waist and pulled it fairly tight, making the ends meet in the middle of his body. When she looked at the measurement she was also staring straight at his manhood. Craig felt an involuntary twitch of the muscles at the base of his penis, and it flexed slightly. A subtle smile crossed her lips, and he wondered if she was trying to tease him into an erection.  
 
Marie smiled as she thought about measuring his love muscle, she could be the first woman at the camp to know how big it actually was and share that information with her friends. But there was no chance of that while Sergeant Shaw was supervising. Instead she slowly slid the tape measure upwards, keeping it tight enough so it rubbed the sides of his body. He shivered slightly, but she knew he wasn’t cold, and his penis flexed again. As she moved the tape measure higher, she realised how broad his chest was because she had to keep loosening the tape. She looked up and down his body, broad shoulders, six pack stomach, big penis, good sized balls and sensational legs - he was gorgeous!  
 
She measured him carefully, pulling the tape across his chest and allowing her fingertips to brush against his stiff nipples. She glanced down to see if his penis was getting bigger. It was no longer soft and dangly, but standing a little away from his scrotum. He wasn’t erect, but clearly getting ready. She was enjoying making him stand still while he was naked, it was nice to turn the tables on men occasionally. Realising she couldn’t prolong her fun any more, she read the tape measure then allowed one end to drop down his body and brush against his penis. She turned away and started selecting clothes for him. As she picked up some briefs, she imagined asking him to step into them while she held them, then tucking his penis in. But unfortunately that wasn’t allowed either.
 
“Hold your arms out,” she said, handing a pile of new clothes to him.
 
“When you have your kit,” said Sergeant Shaw, “put on your old running shoes then move to the back wall and get into a jockstrap.”  
 
Craig stepped into his discarded shoes and followed two recruits who had been measured by the other soldiers. They held their clothes in outstretched arms as they walked, everyone could see their penises. When they reached the far wall they placed their clothes on the floor and started to pull jockstraps on. Craig winced as the tight elastic straps briefly squeezed the painful parts of his bottom.  
 
“Step forward,” said Marie to Alistair, “and make a T-shape with your arms.”
 
Having seen how she’d measured Craig, Alistair felt very nervous and his penis was semi-erect. Marie looked down as she looped the tape around his waist, suppressing a smile as she thought about where she could hang it! She glanced across at her third ‘customer’, the one with the hairy chest, and was pleased to see his penis was also becoming enlarged. Men are funny, she thought, they get aroused so easily. After all, she was only measuring them.  
 
When all nine men were wearing their new jockstraps, Sergeant Shaw turned to face them.  
 
“Your evening meal will be served at eighteen hundred hours,” she informed them, “so we have thirty minutes. I want fifteen minutes of exercise, then you will shower and have a short arm inspection. After that you’ll get dressed and take your kit to the barracks.”
 
She turned to the female privates.
 
“Take the spare clothes to Krystal’s office and put the tables back where they came from, then report back here so I can show you how short arm inspections are done. Move!”
 
The three female soldiers set about their tasks, and Alistair’s heart sank. He found penis inspections more embarrassing than anything else. He’d managed to resist a full erection during the measuring by thinking about how painful his injections had been, but he knew that as soon as he touched his penis he was going to get fully hard, and there was no way out.  
 
“Arms out in front of you, and squat!” ordered the Sergeant.
 
Feeling a dull ache in his bare buttocks, Alistair bent his knees. Sergeant Shaw picked up a wooden step-up box and placed it in the middle of the gym, ready for later. He wondered if she was deliberately taunting them by making them look at it and anticipate their embarrassment.  
 
Meanwhile, at Holmeford Training Camp, Recruit Benjamin Villiers stood to attention in front of a visiting Sergeant. He was confused, he knew that he was being transferred but there seemed to be some mistake.
 
“Yes Sergeant, but I thought Bracewell was a female training camp…”    
 
Sergeant Forbes nodded, “It is, but it’s currently being used for male recruits as well.”
 
Ben thought for a moment, it might be fun to be trained alongside women. He wouldn’t have to keep getting naked like he did here, because you can‘t do that with male and female recruits together. And female Sergeants were bound to be less strict than men. It wasn’t often he had a lucky break, but it seemed that he was going to be doubly fortunate.
 
“Get in the van!” ordered Sergeant Forbes.
 
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To be continued…
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« Reply #111 on: Jul 6th, 2010, 7:51am »
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Chilled_Jill, thank you for continuing the adventures of "daddy-long-legs, six-pack-donkey-dick and the hunk with the hairy chest!"  Grin
 
on Jul 4th, 2010, 5:06pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:
Craig, Alistair and James formed a group opposite an attractive, dark haired soldier who was holding a tape measure. Her uniform emphasised the shape of her breasts and Craig’s eyes traced the pleasing outline. He caught her eye and blushed. She looked back at him, shaking her head slightly, but with a little smile. Then she lowered her eyes and looked at the front of his shorts.

What man could resist getting naked in front of a woman who matches this description?   Wink
 
Thank goodness she has a tape measure. It is my belief that even fictional men would have trouble keeping it up when continually threatened by hard wooden rulers.  Sad
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« Reply #112 on: Jul 15th, 2010, 11:24pm »
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Hmm... I look forward to learning more about Ben's experiences in his new group. Still loving this story, Jill - keep at it!
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« Reply #113 on: Aug 12th, 2010, 4:02am »
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Like others, I am now waiting for the following  parts of the story but I know that it is time for holidays.  
 
When Chilled Jill will continue the story, I hope that there will be a relation about some situations :
 
 - first, the coming in the training camp of superior officers including a chief doctor, mainly women, or why not all women, to check how the camp is managed and if the men who are recently inducted in this camp are making troubles or not. They will visit all the accomodation for men and women and attend to some parts of the training during one or two days, including a medical examination of the male draftees especially managed for the superior officers and some activities in the gym.  Also a false fire alarm to see what happened in that case.
 
- second, a visit in the training camp of some civil persons, women of course, who are reprentatives and their young female assistants or secretaries to check if the new policy in the training camp is a success and how it is managed towards male draftees  in a camp which is recently become mixed even if most persons are female, including soldiers.  
 
- third, a visit of cross red nurses, some older ones, other young students nurses, to check also how the presence of women and men in the same camp is managed, in fact to check that the privacy of the women is well protected in a mixed training camp.
 
- fourth a funny talk between women of all ages, grand mother, mother, aunt, daughters,  in the family of the girl friend of Craig when the sister of this girlfriend will relate how the young men are treated to be well diciplined in the training camp. All  members of the family, especially older ones, laugh and agree with the way in which male draftees are treated.
 
- then the ritual initiation that Chilled jill  have announced at the beguinning of the story.  
 
- eventually, a new.  thorough physical examination  to check again the good health of the male draftees after a few days in the camp with some medical persons, especially nurses who are not military persons but are send by a private medical clinic or why not by a school nurse to help at the physicals performed by female military doctors in a rough manner as they need to be.
It can be managed during the visit of the female superior officers or the women reprentatives.  
 
 but of course, there can be many other CFMN situations in this story, as the first day in the camp of the new recruit coming from an other training camp.
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Re: In The Army Now (fiction) - Part 28 added
« Reply #114 on: Aug 16th, 2010, 6:41pm »
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Did anybody here ever fantasise about being ordered to strip nude by Colonel McKenzie when they watched JAG on TV?
(I did)
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« Reply #115 on: Aug 17th, 2010, 3:29am »
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Chilled Jill :  
when I speak of new recruits at their arrival in the training camp, I am thinking to recruit Benjamin Villiers and also to the son of the worker in the swimming pool who knew that he had tp be inducted soon and feared to be treated like the recruits that he saw in this training camp, and of course on the opposite of what his father has said to him, it was in this training camp that he was told to report for his process of induction.He seemed very reluctant to the army, so it will be funny when he will be inducted as a nex draftee, especially in this training camp  where the males recruits have a special treatment.
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« Reply #116 on: Aug 17th, 2010, 3:57pm »
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I don't know how things are now,  when I was in the military, it was man's world.  
 
all though there were women military personnel who worked around the General's building. the women's barracks, mess hall, and area was a fortress that was off limits to all enlisted male personnel. it seemed as if the female military personnel were for staff NCOs and officers only.  but what you did on your own time was your business.
 
every now and then we had  chemical warfare decontamination training in the feild using open feild showers. it was a way to get a shower while on a month long feild exercises. but there were no women around, they were twenty miles away, back at the General's building.  
 
on very rare occasions,  there was something called a short arm inspection.  an orders would come down from high up,  that all men in each platoon were  to go to their barracks, strip completely naked, and line up for short arm inspection.
 
usually a low ranking Second Lieutenant was given the job of conducting the inspection.  he would go down the line and stop at each man. the man had to milk and squeeze the tip of your penis, and  then bend over and spread his butt for the lieutenant to examin. this was done as a check for venereal disease.  
 
I had a favorite fantasy about a particular female officer. I liked to imagine that she would call me into her office, and order me to strip for short arm inspection.
 
medical personnel were male doctors that were attached to your unit. female nurses and doctors were apart of the General's privet medical staff.  again, this was for Staff NCOs and officers only.
 
while getting a physical in first week Boot Camp that was done in the nude, by the numbers, and in lock step. I remember a woman Navy Commander that came into the room to do what, I don't know, because I was too busy counting the hairs on the back of the neck of the man in frount of me, " as they say".
 
then I heard the voice of one of my drill instructors whispering in my ear, " you had better not be eye f__king that woman"  
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« Reply #117 on: Aug 18th, 2010, 4:01am »
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 "Ralph 60" :
 
For me also in France  when I was inducted for  military service, there was no women directly in situation to see me in the barracks and training exercices.
 
There was no more women, neither female doctor or female nurse during all my physicals, in front of a draft board commission or in a pre-military induction centers, as well as for physicals after being inducted.
It was only in military hospitals and induction offices that I had seen some women.
there was also a  middle age woman who was the secretary of the chief officer of the camp but we never see her except when she went out of the camp .  
 
I knew by relations in newspapers or by relations of friends at that time that there was yet a few doctors who were women and could be in charge of examining draftees during the physicals but it was very seldom at that time ( last of the 60's or beguinning of the 70's) and it was not my case.
 
It became more frequent, even still not the common rule some years after.
 
It is quite frequent today but it is different since there is no more mandatory military service  and the privacy of male volonteers to join the army is more protected in all situations as well as that of girls volonteers . It is certainly a  fortunate result of the increasing presence of women in the army .  
 
But I like the story of chilled jill which is a story with some points which seemed genuine .
 
We had like you "Ralph" a few chemical warfare decontamination trainings in the field and we had to remove all clothes to have an open  shower and to be checked for contamination  like if it was a true situation.
 
May be "Chilled Jill " could use also that situation in her story.
 
As regards "short arms inspection" we had not really such an inspection but we had some cleanliness inspections during the two first months of induction.
They were performed by two sergeants, not younger men, rather middle aged men very rough and strict, we might remove all our clothes and stand naked in front of our bed while they checked the cleanliness of our clothes including underwears,then we were instructed to get out of the dormitory and stand naked lining up in the corridor and we were inspected one by one.
 
They looked at our naked body from head to toes face and back, especially checking our genitals with the foreskin retracted and the buttocks to see if we had no rashes and eventually the asshole.
 
It was not really serious and very quick.
 
But we had also to show our hands and our feet to leave them check that they had been correctly washed and they checked also the length of our finger nails and toe nails which might be cutted very short and our haircut.
 
As it was always scheduled and because we had a mandatory shower before this inspection, it was a little useless.
 
Nevertheless, at one time of the inspection, we had to turn around, to bend over and to spread our cheecks to leave one sergeant have a quick visual look at our asshole.
At the end of this inspection, one sergeant slapped our buttocks while ordering us to lift up and then once we were standing again he gave us an other slap while ordering us to stand at attention and to look straight to the wall, the second sergeant checked at the posture while the first sergeant had done a step aside to check an other guy in the line.  
 
We had never to milk and squeeze the tip of our penis, it was not the purpose of the inspection and as I said it was very quick!.
 
This inspection was performed normally two times by week during the first month, and after one time during the second month, at least it was what we were told but in fact it was more seldom and  after the two months it was finished.
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« Reply #118 on: Aug 18th, 2010, 1:47pm »
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like I was saying the short arm inspections were  hardly ever done. it was done in basic training every few weeks by the company commander as part of a hygiene inspection. it was done to familiarize you with the procedure, as if to say that this is something that we can have you do.  
 
in basic training, hygiene inspections were given every night, but it was just a feet and hands thing, and to say that you needed to go to sick bay.  
 
then once while I was over seas, I think there was an out brake of the clap. the reason for the milking and squeezing, a drop of pus will form on the tip of the penis if you have the clap. the bending over is to check for body lice.
 
the short arm inspection and the red seat was a weekly routine back in the days before penicillin.  
 
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For the cleanliness inspection, it was the first time which was the most impressive and it was at that time that the sergeants checked seriously the length of the finger nails and toe nails.
And they said that they wanted to have nothing to note at the next time when they wiil do an other inspection..
 
So, after, it was less necessary to check again because the few guys who had been instructed to cut the nails more short the first time had done it.
 
For the asshole inspection, even with the light in the corridor, I doubt that the sergeants could see well, they might have been sitting at a stool behind us to have a good view like did the doctor during the physicals. It was more like a cursory and ritual part of the inspection, not really efficient but enough impressive because it was the most embarrassing even if fortunately the other recuits could not see you as we were all in line.
 I presume that the main purpose of that cursory part of the inspection was  to learn discipline to young men and  to obey without objection to all orders, even the most unexpected.  
 
But it is time for the story of Chilled jill now  
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« Reply #120 on: Aug 21st, 2010, 1:31pm »
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on May 19th, 2010, 5:26pm, Chilled_Jill wrote:
Poor Craig! Is there no end to his embarrassment!
 
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WARNING: The boys may find this section slightly uncomfortable to read Wink  
 
Part 4
 
 
Craig knew where this was leading and wanted to cover himself and run from the room, but that wasn’t an option. He parted his legs and felt cold rubber brush against the sensitive inside of his thighs, then cold fingers held his scrotum. His thighs tensed automatically as the medic rolled his left testicle between two fingers and her thumb. He could feel her caressing and gently squeezing the tubes which connected his testicle to his body. Private Duncan was watching closely, looking genuinely interested. Craig found himself tensing his jaw muscles, as though chewing invisible food, as the medic started rolling his right testicle around. His penis was stiffer than ever, but at least he had his back to the window, which was some small relief.  
 

 
You simply forgot the famous "turn head and cough"!!!
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« Reply #121 on: Aug 23rd, 2010, 8:55am »
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Are you sure that Chilled Jill had forgotten "the turn head and cough " check in her relation of the physicals of the recruits.
 
if it is the case, she must add that check at the next physical if there was one  because it was indeed always part of a draftee or inductee physical.  
it was a common and regular check that all military doctors did.
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« Reply #122 on: Oct 1st, 2010, 5:57pm »
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Part 29
 
Recruit Benjamin Villiers sat on the uncomfortable bench seat in the back of the van, holding on tight as it swayed from side to side. There was room in the front next to Sergeant Forbes, but of course that was too good for a new recruit. The van jerked to a halt and he heard the Sergeant’s bellowing voice.
 
“Get out of the van!”
 
Ben jumped out and stood to attention.  
 
“Through that door, move!”
 
With little time to take in his new surroundings, Ben was marched into the building and found himself in a dull grey and cream corridor.
 
“Stand to attention!” snapped a female voice.
 
Instantly Ben tensed his body and stood rigid. A tough looking, middle aged female Sergeant looked him up and down.  
 
“Sergeant Hill,” said Forbes, “This is Recruit Benjamin Villiers from Holmeford. I’ll leave him in your charge.”
 
As Forbes turned and walked away, Ben felt relieved. That male Sergeant seemed quite tough, he was sure to get an easier time with a female one. Sergeant Hill knocked on the nearest door and opened it. Krystal looked up from her desk.
 
“Villiers has arrived, do you have his papers?”
 
Krystal nodded and handed over a folder containing some printed emails and faxes. Sergeant Hill returned to Ben, leaving the office door open. From where she was sitting Krystal had a clear view of the new arrival. Sergeant Hill consulted the file.  
 
“Strip to the waist!” she ordered.
 
Ben gulped. It was an unexpected order, but he knew better than to question or disobey. He quickly pulled his green jacket off and placed it on the nearest chair, then hauled his t-shirt over his head. Krystal kept her face still but inside was smiling to herself. This new man was gorgeous! Broad shoulders, well defined pecs, quite large nipples, firm torso, strong arms, just a light covering of hair on his chest and down the middle of his body towards his waist.  
 
Further along the corridor, another door opened as Jen left her office carrying a diary. She avoided eye contact with the half naked man and nodded at Sergeant Hill, then walked into Krystal‘s office. The two young women sat side by side comparing notes, both able to see Ben being ordered around.  
 
Feeling more like a model than a soldier, Ben stood perfectly still while Sergeant Hill looked at his chest.  
 
“Lift your right arm,” she said suddenly.
 
Ben obeyed, wondering why she wanted to see his armpit.
 
“Yes, small mole under the right arm,” said the Sergeant, checking the description of Ben in the file, “Other distinguishing features…a tattoo…”  
 
Ben blushed, hoping she didn’t want to see that.
 
“Drop your trousers and pull your underpants down to your knees.”
 
Jen looked at Krystal, her eyes wide. Ben took a deep breath and started unbuckling his belt. Surely this was against the rules, a female Sergeant shouldn’t be able to make a male recruit strip. He never had this level of humiliation at Holmeford, nobody there made you strip in a corridor with admin staff watching. In the office, Krystal and Jen looked at each other - they were both blushing. Jen tried to focus on the diary, but her eyes went back to Ben’s chest. Krystal had abandoned any pretence of not watching, and was leaning forward slightly.
 
“Come on!” ordered Sergeant Hill, “Drop them!”
 
Ben unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall down. He was wearing white boxer briefs with red edges, and had gorgeous firm thighs. Fixing his stare at the notice board on the opposite wall, he quickly slid his underwear down to his knees in a single smooth movement. His penis hung between his legs, the end concealed by his foreskin. Jen gulped, looking along his shaft and at his scrotum.  Krystal was mentally measuring him, estimating him to be around the national average before suddenly feeling guilty about staring. Just above the patch of dark pubic hair at the base of his penis was a blue tattoo of a dolphin.  
 
Ben face was bright red as the Sergeant looked at the tattoo and his sexual organs. He blinked as his brain started to explore the arousing possibilities of being naked with three women. Desperately thinking pure thoughts, he almost winced as he felt his penis twitch. Krystal and Jen noticed it too, it was as though his manhood wanted to draw attention to itself and be admired. They exchanged a naughty grin with each other.
 
“Good,” said the Sergeant.
 
Ben wondered if that was because she’d verified his identity, or her opinion of his physique. He prepared himself for the order to cover up, which couldn’t come soon enough as he could feel his penis growing.  
 
“Get everything off and stand to attention,” said the Sergeant briskly.
 
Ben froze - she was going to have him completely naked. For a brief moment he thought of refusing, but the penalty for disobeying an order would be much harsher than any mild rebuke the Sergeant might get for inappropriate behaviour. He realised how futile it would be anyway, he was showing his penis already. Keen to get the ordeal over with quickly, he removed his boots and stepped out of his trousers and underwear.  
 
Krystal and Jen looked at his beautiful long legs, with gorgeously curved thighs and a very attractive penis hanging between them. Krystal suppressed a giggle as she saw that Jen had written 9/10 in the diary. With a mischievous look at her friend, she crossed out the 9 and replaced it with 10. At that moment, Ben’s penis twitched again and rose slightly - he was starting to get semi-erect. Jen nudged Krystal and changed the score to 11. They both looked again at the recruit’s manhood, it was nicely shaped, in excellent proportion and his foreskin was starting to slide back, revealing just a tiny amount of his dome with it‘s small slit-like opening.  
 
Sergeant Hill stood facing Ben, giving him no option but to look at her. She casually glanced down at his naked body. He wondered if she intended to keep him like this until he was fully erect. From the corner of his eye he could just see the other observers, he knew they must have a perfectly clear view of him. Regretting that line of thought, he felt his penis twitch. His cheeks reddened again as his penis enlarged, growing to full size and within seconds standing proud and pointing upwards. His mind raced, should he apologise, or cover it, or turn away… what was the punishment for getting wood in front of a female Sergeant? He longed to be back at Holmeford, he’d never moan about marching through mud carrying a heavy backpack again.
 
“Turn around!” ordered Sergeant Hill.
 
Feeling guilty about his erection, Ben turned. Krystal and Jen enjoyed the slight swaying of his hard penis, then saw his fabulously firm male buttocks. As he stood with his back to her, he could hear the Sergeant pacing up and down. This treatment must be a kind of toughening up for male recruits, she was showing him she was in charge. It would be a one off demonstration of authority. He was determined not to show her how humiliating it felt, just get it over and done, think of something else. Apart from the Sergeant’s footsteps, the corridor was silent. There was an air of anticipation, as though they were waiting for something.
 
He heard the main door open and close. Somebody else had arrived and was now seeing his bare bum, judging from the light footsteps it was another woman.  
 
“Sorry I’m late,” said a forceful but attractive female voice, “Is this Villiers?”
 
“Yes, he’s ready for you,” replied the Sergeant.  
 
“Good. The small suite is available I take it?”
 
Ben’s mind was racing. Who was this, what was he ready for? He started to feel his nerves churning his stomach, and desperately hoped he could put his clothes back on now. He heard the new arrival walking away and an internal door opened and closed.
 
“Turn to your left and go into the room facing you,” ordered the Sergeant.
 
There was no mention of clothes, so Ben resigned himself to remaining naked. The door was labelled “Room 101”. Wondering if this was genuine or someone’s idea of a joke, Ben steadied his nerves and opened the door. It was a doctors consulting room, containing a desk, a bed, a table, weighing scales… Sitting at the desk was the new arrival, an attractive young woman in a white coat. Her stern expression didn’t disguise how beautiful she was, and Ben wondered what she looked like when she smiled. Conscious that he was exposing his penis in front of her, he instinctively covered it with both hands. It was a stupid move he realised, but more of a reflex. The Sergeant followed him and closed the door.
 
“There’s no need for modesty,” said the medical officer, “This is a physical so I’m going to examine the whole of your body.”
 
Ben’s jaw dropped.  
 
“Shut your mouth and stand to attention!” snapped the medic.
 
Ben clamped his jaw shut and stood with his head up, arms by his sides. His penis pointed straight at the medic and he blushed. She flicked through the same file that the Sergeant had consulted earlier.
 
“You have no history of lung, heart, liver or kidney diseases. Is that correct?”
 
Ben nodded. The medic sighed and rolled her eyes.
 
“I said is that correct, recruit?” she snapped.  
 
“Yes,” replied Ben quickly.
 
She stood up suddenly.
 
“Get on your knees and put your hands on your head!” she ordered.
 
Shocked, Ben dropped to his knees. He put his hands on his head and looked up at her, remaining still.
 
“Is that how you address superior officers?” she demanded.  
 
“No Ma’am, sorry Ma’am!”  
 
Ben tensed the whole of his body, including his penis. Sergeant Hill wondered if he was getting some kind of sexual excitement from this, or whether it was just fear. Men’s bodies were very interesting.  
 
“I want to hear Yes Ma’am, No Ma’am ten times!”
 
Ben licked his dry lips, trying to ignore his nerves and his stiff penis.
 
“Yes Ma’am, No Ma’am! Yes Ma’am…” he repeated over and over.
 
With some amusement, Sergeant Hill noticed he was counting on his fingers.  
 
“… no Ma’am! Yes Ma’am, No Ma’am!” concluded the naked hunk.
 
“Stand up, and we’ll try again. You have no history of lung, heart, liver or kidney diseases. Is that correct?”
 
“Yes Ma’am!”
 
She placed a stethoscope on his chest, listening to his heart and lungs, telling him to breathe in and out normally. Satisfied, she then asked him a series of medical history questions, each time he replied with proper respect for her rank. Eventually they came to the embarrassing ones.
 
“Any sexually transmitted diseases? Any problems with your testicles, lumps or discomfort? Any problems with your penis when urinating or during sex?”  
 
“No Ma’am!”
 
“Do you have any difficulty achieving erections, reaching orgasm or ejaculating semen?”
 
Ben blushed, blinked and glanced down briefly at his penis as though expecting it to answer.
 
“No Ma’am!”
 
“Lie on the bed, face up.”
 
Cheeks glowing and eyes blinking, Ben walked the short distance to the bed. His mind turned over the events of the last few minutes, remembering that he’d thought dropping his trousers was embarrassing. But this was a whole new level. He’d had medicals before, but not like this. He lay on the bed, perfectly still, his hard penis parallel with his body.  
 
The female medic started pressing his abdomen, feeling the size and shape of his internal organs. Ben longed for her to simply climb on top of him. He’d show her how fit and healthy he was, and that he had no problems whatsoever with his penis! Shocked at himself for letting his imagination run wild, he tried to think of something else. Meanwhile, she used a cuff around his upper arm to check his blood pressure, her hands were cool, soothing and experienced.  
 
“Stand up and get on the scales,” she said in a quieter, less strict tone.
 
By coincidence or design, the scales were directly opposite Sergeant Hill. As he stood on them to be weighed, his full frontal nudity was displayed to her and she automatically looked down at his penis. His mind was full of conflicting emotions, this was the most embarrassing day of his life but it was also incredibly arousing. How strange that those feelings often went together. Showing every detail of his masculinity to strangers, even his arousal, felt simply amazing.  
 
He was vaguely aware of the medic calling out his weight, followed by another instruction.
 
“Perch on the edge of the desk,” she said, pulling on some latex gloves, “and open your legs wide.”
 
With female eyes studying every detail of his masculinity, Ben bowed his head. He rested his buttocks on the wooden desk and parted his thighs. He felt her gloved fingers rolling and pressing his right testicle, her touch was firm yet gentle. As she started to examine his left testicle, his penis became even harder. Sergeant Hill looked at his tense body, stiff nipples, erect penis. She’d no idea if the medic was married, but if she was then she must have incredible control over her husband’s body - which would make him a very lucky man.  
 
Ben was having similar thoughts, wishing he was alone with the medic. He felt certain he could melt her frosty exterior. Her next instruction made his eyes widen.
 
“Turn around, put the palms of your hands flat on the desk and spread your legs.”
 
She started rubbing gel onto her right glove so Ben knew exactly what was coming. He closed his eyes. The next thing he felt was his buttocks being parted and her finger moving gently inside his body. He gasped involuntarily as she found what she was looking for, jerked forwards slightly and felt his penis stiffen further.
 
“The prostate feels fine,” she said, withdrawing her finger, “You can stand up properly.”
 
Ben turned, conscious of the fact everything was indeed standing up properly. He tried to will his penis to relax.  
 
“A very healthy specimen,” said the medic, smiling for the first time, “He’s all yours.”
 
She started peeling off her gloves, while Sergeant Hill headed for the door.
 
“Recruit Villiers, follow me,” she said.  
 
Krystal nudged Jen and she looked up. The door opposite opened and Sergeant Hill emerged. Behind her came recruit Villiers, blushing deeply and with a very hard erection sticking up. Jen raised an eyebrow, turning to face Krystal. They both wondered what could possibly have been done to the young man in such a short time. No wonder the men called it Room 101!
 
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I would say this is hard to read, but I mean that in a good way -- it's very erotic. Chilled_Jill's story is very descriptive and I really feel what Recruit Villiers is feeling.
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Jill, something must be done to stop the recruits from getting hardons in front of the women. The female sergeant or her young assistant corporal should whip the boys on their buttocks when they get an erection in front of them or in front of other female officials or guests.
This is the army, not a fun  or pleasure house.  More discipline is needed.
In the account of the juvenile induction centre for young men where that female student journalist was invited the boys who got erect in front of the female guests and officials were made to do pushups.
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Shouldn't the recruits be expected to "stand at attention"?  Roll Eyes
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Chilled Jill,
 
You are doing an excellent job with this story. Sorry it is not illustrated.
 
Regarding short arm inspections, an old US Army sergeant major in Vietnam told me that when he was a young recruit in WWII men in his unit were inspected before they were given week end passes to go into town. The men were lined up naked and one at a time stood before the medical officer who skinned back their foreskins (if not circumcised) and "milked" the penis to force any infection (clap) out the urethra. It was uncomfortable and quick. No women were present.  
 
The Aussie army in WWII also had short arm inspections.  One unit stripped naked while camped in a rubber plantation north of Singapore.  While all the men were lined up wearning nothing but combat boots dozens of female rubber tappers came out of the plantation.  They laughed and giggled as they looked at the naked and embarrassed Australian soldiers. As a result the entire parade "jacked up".  It was the last  short arm inspection for that battalion.  Not long later they surrendered en masse to the Japanese when Singapore fell.
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« Reply #127 on: Oct 3rd, 2010, 4:17pm »
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Great story, Jill. I know because you make me hard as a rock reading it.
 
Will you be adding some detail about the internal reactions of the woman doctor, and the female sergeant to seeing Villiers erect? Or a foreskin check? A female point of view...
 
Also, you may recall my account of something that happened to me when I was in the US Army:
 
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It did not happen, though I have sometimes wished it might have, that during those "tests" we had been asked to masturbate in front of the women for some reason or other, but really to test our ability to withstand the stress of such a situation. Perhaps I am jumping the gun, but could that sort of thing be part of a story like this? And once again, from the female point of view....women have such curious and interesting ways of understanding their sexual dominance over men.
 
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As usual, a great story by "Chilled jill " with this new account about a physical examination of recruit Benjamin.
 
I like very much the very precise description of the body of Benjamin in page 1 of this account and also the very accurate feelings and thoughts of Benjamin as a young man in front of women who had power on him because of their superior grades.
 
it is funny because we can notice that he is more reacting like a kid or at least an obedient student of high school in front of teachers than like a  mature man, it seems by his reaction and thoughts that he is still very immature.
 
it is not a surprise for me because I have experienced myself when I had physicals in a french induction center for military service that most of the boys including me were still very immature at 18 age or a little more and it was not very different after when we were inducted in barracks and supervised by non commissioners officers.  
My experience had nothing to compare to a CFMN situation, because there was no women present but nevertheless there was some similarities in behaviours and thoughts of most of the young men with those of Benjamin when we were naked  and examined without any privacy in front of older men, officers, non commissioners officers or doctors and male nurses.
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Some other comments about the arrival of recruit Benjamin in this military camp.
 
I have appreciated the fact that Benjamin was pleased when Sergeant Forbes who was very strict and tough with him had left him in charge of a middle aged woman sergeant, he thought at that time that a woman sergeant could not be as strict and tough than a male one and of course he was wrong as he would soon discover.  
 
I like also the fact that the woman sergeant Hill began to instruct Benjamin to strip completely  in purpose to check that the distinguishing features described in his medical form were right, so that  she might see him naked front and back, and so could se him naked the two female assistants in the office as she had not closed the door, it was certainly because she was in a hurry that she had forgotten to close the door, I could not think that it was deliberate!  
 
After that, the poor Benjamin could not dress again and left all his clothes  before entering stark naked  in the exam room, it is good that the sergeant Hill stayed in the room for all the time of his examination to supervise him as she had to do of course.
 
Anyway, now that she had seen him naked before  there was no reason for her to leave him alone with the female doctor.
 
I like also the fact that the female doctor knew how to be respected by a new male recruit when he forgot that she was an officer, but may be several push-ups or several squattings would have been better to discipline him.  
 
And he was not enough often instructed to stand at attention as before climbing on the scale and after or others situations  of the examination.
 
It is fantasy in this story but I have experienced myself that a male military doctor could be so tough with draftees at physicals during military service, we were also instructed to adress to him only by his grade of officer, and we were instructed several times to stand at attention when we were questioned by him  in front of him or  after also back to him for a first visual examination.
He gave us also some slaps on our buttocks as to make us climb up and down on the scale or to turn around or to bend over and stand again when he has finished his check  but I must recognize that it was more in a paternal manner than to hurt us or punish us.  
May be it would be too much incredible if a female doctor was also giving slaps on the buttocks of a young recruit ?  
 
One thing has surprised me in the account : why the female doctor was not helped by a female assistant to take notes on a form,  the sergeant Hill could not do that, so she could have asked to one of the female assistant in the office, krystal or jen, to come in the exam room to look at the examination and to take notes if necessary, don't you think that it would have been a good idea?  
 
At the end of this account,  I notice that recruit Benjamin is always naked in the corridor after his examination, so what will happen now as regards his clothes ?
I don't think that he would be instructed to dress again by sergeant Hill  because these clothes are not available in this camp, so it would be loosing time, may be he would be instructed to follow sergeant Hill outside in the nude and to go to an other building where the male  recruits were doing some training exercices or to go to the dorms where he would receive his new kit.  
 
or as Willie T has suggested, why not a "short arm inspection" in the gym after a shower since it is rather regular in this camp for male recruits ?  
 
I guess that he has not finished to be unpleasantly surprised!
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Easterman, you have missed one of your favorite subjects.
 
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"Babby Bare" : no, I have seen it and I will as soon as I have enough time post a message on it.
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« Reply #132 on: Oct 5th, 2010, 6:41pm »
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Thanks for all your comments boys, glad you're still enjoying it  Grin
 
Part 30
 
“This way.” ordered Sergeant Hill.
 
Still naked and very erect, Ben followed her down the corridor and through another door. One half of the room was occupied by benches and hooks, the other was a tiled shower area.
 
“Take a shower,” said the Sergeant, pulling a lever to turn the water on.
 
Ben walked to the nearest shower head, the water wasn’t particularly warm and he shivered slightly. There was a liquid soap dispenser on the wall, so he filled one hand and started rubbing his body. He glanced sideways and saw Sergeant Hill standing with her arms folded, watching. It wasn’t the first supervised shower he’d taken, but the first one to be overseen by a woman.
 
“Get plenty of soap under your arms and between your legs!” she ordered.
 
Ben gritted his teeth, she was going to humiliate him by making out he didn’t know how to wash himself. His controlled anger was making his erection ease, and his penis was starting to droop.  
 
“Spread your buttocks, let the water run between them! Make sure all the gel from your examination is rinsed out.”
 
Ben wondered if she was as tough with female recruits or whether this was a test of his obedience. There was a knock on the door.
 
“Enter!” called the Sergeant.
 
A young female Private entered, holding something in her hand. Ben gulped, was there no modesty for men here? Women were allowed to strip him, conduct intimate examinations and walk in while he was in the shower.
 
“Yes, what is it Private Duncan?” asked Sergeant Hill.  
 
The new arrival faced the Sergeant, but could see Ben from the corner of her eye. He was dripping wet, covered in soap suds, completely naked and very definitely male. She handed the item she was carrying to the Sergeant.
 
“I’ve put the rest of his kit in his locker.”
 
“Very good,” nodded the Sergeant, then turned back to Ben, “Lift your cock up, get plenty of soapy water around your balls! Pull your foreskin back, make sure your cock is clean!”
 
With an effort, he controlled his temper and washed his penis while the two women watched. Then the Sergeant turned the lever and the water was cut off, a few last drips landing on Ben’s shoulders.
 
“Dry yourself, there’s a towel on that hook.”
 
Ben frantically rubbed himself all over with the small towel, he was accustomed to using them effectively after his short time at Holmeford. He didn’t get completely dry, but it was close enough.
 
“Inform PTI King that we’ll be along in a few minutes.” said Sergeant Hill.
 
With a final quick look at Ben’s penis, Private Duncan nodded and marched away.
 
“Follow me!” ordered Sergeant Hill.
 
She led Ben back into the corridor and towards his discarded uniform. Ben couldn’t wait to get his clothes back on, he supposed the stripping, inspection and showering were symbolic rather than necessary. The army liked to play these games, it was a form of welcome to his new station.  
 
“Pick up your uniform and bring it with you.”
 
Ben blinked, then realised this must mean he was going to be issued with a new uniform. It was just like discarding his civilian clothes when he started at Holmeford. Perhaps they used a different uniform here.
 
Jen and Krystal looked up as Sergeant Hill entered the office with the new recruit. He was still completely naked and now slightly damp, freshly showered. He was carrying his clothes, using them to cover his manhood. He blushed when he saw them, and lowered his head to avoid eye contact.
 
On the table next to the open door was a large metal box with a hinged lid. Sergeant Hill tapped it with her finger.
 
“Put your clothes in here,” she instructed.  
 
Ben reluctantly placed his clothes in the box, giving the two administrators a full view of his perfectly formed buttocks as he turned. They exchanged glances and Jen raised her eyebrows.
 
“Turn around, face the front and stand to attention!”
 
Ben spun with practiced obedience and stood with both arms by his sides. His attractive and perfectly proportioned penis drooped. He wasn’t completely soft, but it was no longer the rock hard manhood he’d displayed after his medical. Being naked in front of three women gave him a rush of conflicting sensations. He was embarrassed, although not humiliated, but at the same time it was incredibly pleasurable. It was the first time he’d seen the two women seated behind the desk properly. They were both quite pretty, in an ordinary way, and watched him with interest. There was no denying it was a nice feeling to have them looking at his body, and much more intimate to be this close to them.  
 
“Read this aloud,” ordered Sergeant Hill, holding a card at Ben’s eye level.
 
“I solemnly swear…” he cleared his throat, his voice had sounded higher pitched due to nerves, “…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.”
 
Jen struggled not to smile, looking at his penis as he took the army oath was a new experience and she wondered if Krystal saw this regularly. When they discussed it later, Krystal explained that the men were normally in their underpants.
 
“Welcome to Bracewell, Recruit Villiers,” said Sergeant Hill, “You will be part of Section A. Now get dressed.”
 
She tossed him the item which Private Duncan had delivered to the shower room. He caught it neatly and raised a surprised eyebrow. It was a jockstrap, not his idea of getting dressed but better than nothing. Conscious that all eyes were on him he pulled it on quickly, relieved to cover his penis but still very aware his buttocks were exposed. He stood to attention, waiting for his next order.
 
“Follow me!”
 
She led him down the corridor and through a door with a circular window set in it. Inside was a modest sized gym. A woman in her mid thirties was waiting, wearing a tracksuit and looking incredibly fit. This must be PTI King, thought Ben.
 
“Attention!” snapped the Sergeant.
 
Ben stood rigid. The woman in the tracksuit walked slowly around him. He felt very vulnerable and exposed.
 
“Good body,” she said at last, “You’re going to show me what you can do. Drop and give me twenty push ups. NOW!”
 
Ben dropped to the floor, and began exercising. The last time he’d exercised in just a jockstrap had been a penalty for being late.
 
“Harder!” demanded PTI King.  
 
Ben increased his efforts, his arms pumping energetically. The two women watched his firm buttocks rise and fall.  
 
“On your feet!” ordered PTI King.
 
Ben jumped up and stood to attention. Again, PTI King walked slowly around him. His heart was beating a little faster as the tension mounted.  
 
“Five laps of the gym. GO!”
 
Ben started running, bare feet pounding on the floor, bare legs and buttocks flexing, arms tensing. The two women stood with their arms folded, watching his every move.
 
“Faster! Put some effort in!”
 
Ben increased his speed. Round and round he ran, feeling every muscle working hard. During the fifth lap his energy was flagging and he slowed down.  
 
“Stand still!” ordered PTI King.
 
Ben stopped and stood to attention, breathing deeply but with an athlete’s discipline.
 
“Legs apart, hands on your head!”
 
Ben obeyed, holding that position while PTI King walked around him.  
 
“Legs together.”
 
He closed his legs, and felt her cool hands on his hips. He gulped, wondering what she was up to. There was a tugging sensation - she was pulling his jockstrap down! Knowing he was not allowed to resist, he felt cool air on his penis, then the straps sliding down his body and falling to his ankles.
 
“Interesting tattoo. Step out of your jockstrap.”
 
Naked once more, Ben stood full frontal for yet another person. He’d been at this army camp for less than an hour, but during that short time he’d been naked in front of six women. He wondered if recruits were allowed to ask for transfers. It might have been necessary to be nude for the identity check, and for the medical examination and shower, but there was no reason to be naked in the gym. Wearing just the jockstrap had been embarrassing, but this…
 
“Twenty star-jumps!” demanded PTI King.
 
Ben’s eyes widened. Of all the exercises she could have chosen! He felt less like a recruit and more like a convict being punished. He was about to object, then reminded himself where he was. Feeling his cheeks blushing, he began.
 
Sergeant Hill watched as Ben’s penis swung back and forth, and from side to side as he jumped. As his speed increased, his penis was almost rotating, spinning around in front of him, and his testicles bounced up and down.  
 
“Faster!” ordered PTI King, “Forget about being naked! Work those arms and legs!”
 
The gym door opened and Private Duncan entered. She walked towards Sergeant Hill, enjoying Ben’s explicit exercise routine, and handed her a piece of paper. As soon as he saw her, he automatically slowed down.
 
“Keep going!” shouted PTI King.
 
While Sergeant Hill read the note, Private Duncan watched Ben’s X-rated performance. He looked a lot bigger than he had in the shower. The Sergeant wrote something on the note.  
 
“And rest!” said PTI King.
 
Ben stopped jumping and stood to attention, once more taking deep controlled breaths. Private Duncan watched his fabulous chest rise and fall. His penis was semi-erect after all the swinging around and she had a long hard look at it. Sergeant Hill handed the note back, the Private nodded and left the gym.
 
“Not bad,” said PTI King, walking slowly around Ben once again, “Get used to it, because you’ll be doing a lot of exercise. Get dressed.”
 
Ben quickly pulled his jockstrap back on, hoping this test was now over.
 
“I want four more laps of the gym, with four push ups between each lap. I want your jockstrap off for the even numbered laps. So you do lap one, then four push ups, then get naked, another lap and four more push up, then get dressed and so on. GO!”
 
Ben set off running, blushing as he thought of what he had to do while they watched. He completed lap one, dropped for his push-ups, then stood up. He hesitated for a couple of seconds, then pulled his jockstrap off. Naked, penis swinging, he ran the second lap. He could feel himself getting aroused, once again that conflict in his mind between embarrassment and pleasure. He started thinking about the women in the office, part of him wishing they were watching. Feeling guilty at this thought, he concentrated on his exercise. He put his jockstrap back on for lap three, trying to ignore what was coming in lap four. Before he knew it, he was stripped again and showing his manhood in motion. It occurred to him that repeatedly undressing was more embarrassing than remaining naked.  
 
He finished his exercise and pulled his jockstrap back on before standing to attention.
 
“Take a shower.” said PTI King.
 
Accompanied by both women, he left the gym and went to the shower room. They both stood and watched as he washed his naked body. This time, however, Sergeant Hill didn’t shout any instructions. Nobody spoke until he was drying himself.
 
“In a few minutes you’ll be introduced to your Section,” said Sergeant Hill, “You will do some activities together before going to bed for an early night. Tomorrow will be an early start and you’ll begin to do some proper training. Some of it may repeat what you’ve done before, that doesn’t matter. This is a fresh start.”
 
“We’ll do a short arm inspection now,” said PTI King.  
 
Ben looked puzzled, was that what he thought it was? They didn’t do those at Holmeford.  
 
“Lift your penis,” said PTI King, “and pull the foreskin back.”
 
Resigned to obey, Ben raised his penis for her. He could feel it stiffening in his hand.  
 
“Point it at the ceiling. And at the floor. Squeeze at the base with your finger and thumb, and slide them all the way to the end.”
 
Blushing, Ben felt his penis while they watched.  
 
“Press on the end to open your slit wide.”
 
Thinking distant thoughts, Ben obeyed.
 
“Good. Get dressed.” said Sergeant Hill.
 
Ben pulled his jockstrap on, feeling exhausted mentally and physically.
 
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« Reply #133 on: Oct 5th, 2010, 7:28pm »
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on Oct 2nd, 2010, 2:21pm, Bobby_Bare wrote:
Jill, something must be done to stop the recruits from getting hardons in front of the women.

I always feel bad when I have a character punish a man for being erect, because it's one of my favourite sights Grin
 
 
on Oct 4th, 2010, 6:09pm, easter_man_10 wrote:
she could have asked to one of the female assistant in the office, kristal or jen, to come in the exam room to look at the examination and to take notes if necessary, don't you think that it would have been a good idea?

In the first draft of that scene I had them both in the medical room, but it felt that they were getting too involved. I want to keep them on the outside observing rather than making them part of the action. So the army simply continues it's function regardless of whether they are watching.  
 
on Oct 4th, 2010, 2:35pm, easter_man_10 wrote:
I like very much the very precise description of the body of Benjamin

I've based his body on a male model I saw a few weeks ago Grin It's much easier to describe an actual guy. Sometimes I also use actors as my templates Wink
 
on Oct 3rd, 2010, 4:17pm, Allan_C. wrote:
Great story, Jill. I know because you make me hard as a rock reading it.

Grin Hehe!  
 
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It did not happen, though I have sometimes wished it might have, that during those "tests" we had been asked to masturbate in front of the women for some reason or other, but really to test our ability to withstand the stress of such a situation. Perhaps I am jumping the gun, but could that sort of thing be part of a story like this? And once again, from the female point of view....women have such curious and interesting ways of understanding their sexual dominance over men.

The guys have masturbated once to provide a sperm sample (in addition to private wanking in bed). Let's just say they shouldn't get any ideas about it being a one off Wink  or assume that's the only reason they have to do it...
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"I always feel bad when I have a character punish a man for being erect, because it's one of my favourite sights Grin"
 
I understand your feelings, Jill, but this is a story about Army discipline, not a club erotic show. Besides, having a woman punish a man for getting erect is erotic in itself because it shows the woman's complete dominance and control of the men. So let's keep it real. Grin
 
 
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I think it would be even more erotic if the men are required to be erect.  That would show the woman's complete dominance and control of the men. Imagine if the men cannot control their own erections, but the woman can cause them at will, no matter how embarrassing the circumstance, or how humiliating it may be for the men to be dominated and controlled both in body and spirit. Wouldn't that be the ultimate discipline where discipline is the purpose? Since sex drive is a primary motivator for men, why not exploit that to control them, and wouldn't that be more erotic than being punished for an erection? Use the natural sexual response as a positive motivator rather than punish it. I suppose it's a matter of erotic preferences here. It's also a matter of personal preferences in reading as well, whether one wants a real story or one that permits artistic license in being creative, creating something that is bigger than life, that goes beyond our own life experiences, like a dream that may be surreal but is an incredible experience to have.
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I think it would be even more erotic if the men are required  to be erect.  That would show the woman's complete dominance and control of the men. Imagine if the men cannot control their own erections, but the woman can cause them at will, no matter how embarrassing the circumstance, or how humiliating it may be for the men to be dominated and controlled both in body and spirit.

 
Woodster, that is one of the main themes in the three books by Anne Rice, writing as A. N. Roquelaure, in the Beauty series, if you haven't read them. There is a lot more than CFNM in those three books, but there are substantial CFNM passages as well. In fact CFNM is one of the main themes of two of the books. The young prince is required to be "erect and upright" at all times, and is punished if he is not. She wrote these books before she got so fascinated by vampirism (which I find silly), and are interesting examples of the female erotic imagination (as are Jill's stories), given license by the anonymity of using a nom de plume.
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"Chilled jill" :  
it is a great story like you relate it, don't change anything, except to insert some more credible details as suggested by some posts  
 
I agree with "Bobby Bare"  when he writes "
" this is a story about Army discipline, not a club erotic show."
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" Chilled Jill"  
 
As regards the part 30 of the story, I notice with pleasure that I was right when I have guessed that recruit Benjamin had not finished to stay naked after the examination by the lady doctor officer and that he would be instructed to leave his clothes and to follow always naked the sergeant Hill.
 
The account of the shower is great because he  feeled that the sergeant treated him as if he was a kid who did not know how to wash himself perfectly.
 
it is not surprising for me because during showers in pre-induction centrers for military service physicals or after being inducted in France,  we were often receiving instructions by male sergeants when we were naked under showers, there was no women present, but it was nevertheless embarrassing to be treated as a kid by male sergeants.  
It was the same for the checking of the cleanliness of our body after a shower.
 
So nothing in this part of the story is too much incredible.  
 
I am happy that private Duncan was coming at the right time to see recruit benjamin naked under the shower!  
 
It is interesting to notice that recruit Benjamin was already used to be often naked even if not in front of women because he had known the process of induction in the former only male military camp where he was before.  
 
I appreciate when you wrote  that "Ben couldn’t wait to get his clothes back on, he supposed the stripping, inspection and showering were symbolic rather than necessary. The army liked to play these games, it was a form of welcome to his new station".  it shows that Benjamin beguins to understand what to expect in the army to be disciplined.  
 
It is good that he came back again in the corridor and the office where Krystal and Jen were sitting behind their desks to put his clothes in a large metal box on a table. So they had a new perfect view at his naked body, at his perfectly formed buttocks as well that at his genitals and we know that many women are thinking that round and firm buttocks are the most attractive part of the body of a man.
 
It is funny to imagine him standing at attention naked in front of the three women to swear the army oath.  
 
We learned after by Krystal answering to a question of Jen that generally the male recruits were in underpants to swear and not completely naked, so it was a new rule applied to recruit Benjamin by sergeant Hill.
 
The next surprise of Benjamin was that his new cloth was only a jockstrap so that he had to expose his buttocks all the time.
 
What happened after in the gym was not really a surprise for us but he was well disciplined and physically tested by the famous PTI King.
 
I like when she said that he had a good body after having walked around him in jockstraps.
 
I find funny that the last time he had exerciced in just a jockstrap was when he had a penalty for being late at school, so it was when he was a student.
 
It was also funny when after a lot of push-ups and laps, the PTI King pulled down his jockstraps and instructed him to step out of it.
 
Of course, it was a good idea and normal that Private Duncan came in the gym and could see him again naked.
 
I am not sure of that but as you said that both women accompanied Benjamin when he left the gym room to go to the shower room after all  the exercices, it means that sergeant Hill had stayed in the gym room all the time without giving instructions but with a good view to the naked body of recruit Benjamin.
 
The end of this part of the story was as expected by us but not by him a short arms inspection by the two women. He could be happy nevertheless because PTI King did not lift herself his penis, nor she pulled his foreskin back, he was instructed to do it himself! so it could have been worse !
 
But it was only the first day in this camp and tomorrow will be an early start for doing some proper training as he was told by sergeant Hill.  
 
And the first day is not already finished, I am curious to read about the activities that he will have to do with the guys of his new section  before going to bed as he was told by sergeant Hill.
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Easterman, I also like the idea of the boys doing exercises and other functions in jockstraps instead of being completely naked, especially in front of women and female NCO's. They should only be made to take their jockstraps off as a punishment by these females.
 
Jill, I haven't read all your stories, but has there been an 'open day' yet at the barracks for female journalists and other guests to see how the recruits are being trained? But please keep their jockstraps on in front of the guests and only make the sergeant make someone take them off for misbehaviour in front of the guests to show them that she is serious about Army discipline. Just a suggestion.
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on Oct 7th, 2010, 5:36am, Bobby_Bare wrote:
Easterman, I also like the idea of the boys doing exercises and other functions in jockstraps instead of being completely naked, especially in front of women and female NCO's. They should only be made to take their jockstraps off as a punishment by these females.
 
Jill, I haven't read all your stories, but has there been an 'open day' yet at the barracks for female journalists and other guests to see how the recruits are being trained? But please keep their jockstraps on in front of the guests and only make the sergeant make someone take them off for misbehaviour in front of the guests to show them that she is serious about Army discipline. Just a suggestion.

 
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Oops, I acidentally modified rather than quoted in my response to you. I'm afraid I accidentally lost your response here. My apologies. My response to you is below. My intentions were good.
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on Oct 6th, 2010, 3:01pm, Allan_C. wrote:

 
Woodster, that is one of the main themes in the three books by Anne Rice, writing as A. N. Roquelaure, in the Beauty series, if you haven't read them. There is a lot more than CFNM in those three books, but there are substantial CFNM passages as well. In fact CFNM is one of the main themes of two of the books. The young prince is required to be "erect and upright" at all times, and is punished if he is not. She wrote these books before she got so fascinated by vampirism (which I find silly), and are interesting examples of the female erotic imagination (as are Jill's stories), given license by the anonymity of using a nom de plume.

 
That is good to know. I'd like to read those if I can find copies of them. A women friend, who was an aspiring erotic writer, once gave me a copy of another Anne Rice book  (A Little Bird?) a few years ago. It was very erotic. But I always find erotica written by a female to be so much better than that by a male. There is something inherently more erotic in a female's interest in sex than a male's, at least for me anyway!
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