Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2006 15:26:00 -0500
From: Anthony Writer <anthonywriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: military sick call part 7

Eric arrived at bootcamp sooner than he had thought. He and his friends
applied at the recruiter's office at the same time, but after the brief
physical they received there, Eric found himself scheduled for bootcamp the
next week, while the rest of his friends had to wait til the end of the
summer. At the time Eric was upset about missing his summer, but figured
he'd just spend most of it worrying about bootcamp anyway.

The bus carrying Eric and the other recruits reached the base, and to Eric's
surprise didn't follow the signs to the barracks but instead pulled in front
of the medical center. A stern looking drill sergeant boarded the bus, and
wasted no time cursing the recruit's sorry asses for taking so long to get
to camp and asking them why the fuck they were still sitting on the bus.
Eric and the other recruits rushed out on to the pavement, were they were
met by what seemed like a dozen other sergeants, all yelling at them to stop
wasting time and get into the building.

Eric was caught up in a stampede of recruits as they rushed to make their
way into the room. Still more sergeants were waiting for them in the room,
although these didn't yell quite so much. They were more interested with
getting the recruits to hand over all their belongings and locking them into
storage lockers. Eric was surprised when he learned that his belongings also
included his clothes, shoes, and underwear, but the sergeants seemed to pay
no attention to giving him something else to wear. Instead, they lined up
the recruits by another door leading to a shower room where other men in
what looked like raincoats were forcibly scrubbing down recruits one at a
time. Eric couldn't really see what was happening until it was his turn. He
was shoved between two of the raincoated men, and told to spread his legs
and grab hold of two bars suspended in from the ceiling. Once his body was
spread in front of the men, they proceeded to hose, enema, and scrub him so
thoroughly he thought his skin would come off. After one final rise, the men
slapped his as and told him to get to the next room.

The next room was like a barber shop, but not just for the hair on Eric's
head. The men in the room started shaving his head, and Eric got a shiver
from the sensation of the metal clippers against his scalp. The men didn't
stop with the hair on his head, but did switch to a blade that allowed some
hair to remain. The shaving continued, working down leaving Eric's chest,
arms, legs, and crotch neatly clipped. Eric had no idea that the feeling of
cold clippers moving along his body could feel so good. In less than 5
minutes Eric had been trimmed from head to toe, and was sent to the next
room, which was another shower. This time Eric was only rinsed, then given a
mask to wear as his body was sprayed with an antiseptic. At the end of this
assembly line operation Eric was taken by a white-uniformed corpsman down a
hall to an individual room. Unlike the rest of the process, the room was
private, although Eric could see there were many rooms and freshly clipped
and showered men were being led into each of them.

The room looked a lot like a dentist's office. There was what looked like a
dental chair with some attached equipment, a few cabinets, and strangely a
large double door on the other side of the room. The chair was a little odd
too -- it seemed to have more segments on the padding than was normal. The
corpsman told the recruit to have a seat and get comfortable. Once Eric was
in place on the chair, the corpsman put a gas mask over the recruit's nose
and mouth. The corpsman waited a bit for the gas to take effect, then
adjusted the chair to fully recline. The corpsman moved to the recruit's
feet, and ran a pinwheel along the inside of his sole -- when the recruit
didn't flinch the corpsman knew the gas had sedated the recruit and it was
safe to proceed.

The corpsman began by strapping the recruit's legs to the chair, taking care
that the muscular thighs were spread just enough to expose the recruit's
clean shaven asshole. The corpsman fitted the recruit with a cock and ball
ring just tight enough to make sure that the thick scrotum (specifically
identified during the recruit's recruitment physical) was held out of the
way of this young man's anus. The corpsman then strapped the recruit's chest
to the chair, followed by restraints on his arms and head. The corpsman took
special care that the recruit's handsome face was positioned properly and
that his head wouldn't move or get bruised in any way.

The corpsman was pleased to see that the recruit's cock had become hard, and
was slowly pulsing and dripping precum. The recruiters had gotten much
better at identifying candidates -- unlike months past there was no need to
reject men at this stage or send them to the ward for enhancement. The
corpsman moved over to the chair's attached equipment and began to proceed
with the setup. He flicked the first switch and watched as the chair segment
under the recruit's ass retracted, allowing a thick probe to emerge. The
corpsman guided the probe to the recruit's anus, and on contact the probe's
mechanism took over, burrowing into the recruit's body. The recruit moaned,
and the corpsman smiled to himself.

The corpsman pressed the next switch, and the chair changed configuration so
that the recruit's chest was thrust upwards and his arms outwards, so his
pecs were spread and his nipples fully exposed. The corpsman then attached
suction probes with tiny central needles to each nipple. Over the next 20
hours these probes would simulate and inject the nipples, starting the
growth process that would unfold over the coming months, allowing this man
to produce various chemicals by the end of boot camp. The corpsman followed
the probe installation by starting an IV into the recruit. The drip was
premixed to include nutrients and spermatic growth factors for the upcoming
harvest process. The recruit was now ready for the harvester.

The corpsman opened the double doors at the other side of the room and
wheeled the recruit on the harvesting chair into the harvester. The
harvester was a fairly large, sterile room containing three harvesting
groups. Each group was powered by a row of 20 recruits connected to one
central processor. Each recruit was fresh to the camp, and connected to
chairs just like the one the corpsman was wheeling into position. The
corpsman could see a spot just vacated in group 3, and moved his recruit
over to the vacancy.

It took a few minutes for the corpsman to wheel the recruit into position.
On the way they passed 19 other young men. Some men were shorter, others
taller. Some were naturally smooth, others were hairy but neatly clipped
from the indoctrination process. They were all groaning and flexing under
their chairs' stimulation, and several were actively orgasming as the
corpsman pushed the recruit along. A few had really large nipples, but there
was one who had small ones -- the corpsman shrugged when he saw the tiny
trail of blood from that recruit's chest. A new corpsman must have had
trouble fitting the probes to the small nipple.

Finally the corpsman got the recruit into place by the harvester outlet. The
corpsman plugged the chair into the mechanical outlet, then pulled the
urethral harvester over to the recruit's cock. The corpsman slowly fed the
harvester into the recruit's cock, and was happy to hear the recruit moaning
as his cock was filled with the probe. The corpsman pressed the final switch
and watched the chair engage. The recruit took a deep involuntary breath of
the sedation gas as the probes in his ass and cock came alive. The recruit's
body began the familiar pattern of flexing and straining under the
restraints, and in a few short minutes the harvester extracted the recruit's
first load. The corpsman walked the length of the outlet cabling and
followed the load to the central processor. The corpsman remembered when the
processor was a recruit himself, and always liked watching loads make their
way into his throat. As always, the processor gulped down the load as his
body pulsed and produced in a haze of sexual arousal. The corpsman admired
the processor -- in some was nothing more than a muscular body tapped through
nearly every orifice, nipple and navel, but still one of the hottest men
around.

The corpsman went over to the harvester console, and got his next
assignment, to remove recruit 8 and return him to indoctrination. The
corpsman went over to the assigned position to find an exhausted blonde man
with furry abs and very plump nipples flexing but no longer producing cum.
The corpsman have his nuts a brief massage to make sure they were truly
empty, then proceeded to remove the cock probe and unplug the chair. The
corpsman brought the man back to the empty room and closed the double door.
He quickly removed the anal and nipple probes, and got an electric shaver
ready. He released the mask from the recruit, but before the recruit could
get enough clear air to regain consciousness proceeded to shave the recruit
so he wouldn't notice he'd been milked for the previous 24 hours. The
corpsman removed the IV and restraints, and waited for the recruit to regain
consciousness. Once he did, the corpsman told him he was in great health and
ready for the rest of boot camp. The corpsman then pressed a button next to
the door, and a sergeant appeared, yelling as always, pulling the naked
recruit out of the chair and back to the sea of dehumanized men that was
bootcamp.