Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 00:08:29 -0600
From: Trevor Kain <trev0872@gmail.com>
Subject: The Exodus Project -- Pt 9

The Exodus Project -- Pt 9

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	"Is there anyone we should be concerned about?"

	"No one for certain, but we do have some questionables. We're
reviewing admission files looking for inconsistencies and we've flagged 4
basics. There are also several who have siblings who died in the
explosions. There could be family connections."

	"What should we do about them? Isolate them?"

	"No - we can't afford to disrupt the training. Anyway, by leaving
them alone and watching at a distance, we may find out more."

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	As the General walked away from the podium, the Cadet Squadron
Commander took his place. A low buzz filled the auditorium as the basics
whispered back and forth to each other about what the General had
said. Andy noticed that, far from how he had appeared the last time he had
seen the commander, the Squadron CC exuded a confidence and, for lack of a
better word, commanding appearance.

	"BASICS!" he bellowed. "WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? THIS
IS NOT SOME COUNTRY CLUB. WE ARE AT WAR AND YOU ARE THE FRONT LINE." The
Cadet Commander looked around the room. His piercing brown eyes seemed to
bore right into Andy.  Cadet First Class Lucas Getz looked almost like a
young Marky Mark, but without the winning smile. "YESTERDAY TRAINING WAS
HALTED OUT OF RESPECT FOR THE FALLEN. YOUR LACK OF DIGINITY TARNISHES THE
PRICE THEY PAID. I THINK IT'S TIME TO REMIND YOU WHERE YOU ARE AT." He
paused for a moment and lifted his head so that he was looking over the
heads of the basics to the back of the room.  "CADRE, FALL OUT AND MAKE
CORRECTIONS!"

	Immediately footsteps could be heard descending from the back. A
chill of fear crept over Andy. Suddenly Cadet Zimmer was standing in front
of him. Andy stood straighter in the attention position. He stared straight
ahead as Cadet Zimmer looked him over for a couple of seconds.

	"BASIC CADET MARTEN, DID YOU ACTUALLY TAKE TIME TO CHECK YOUR
UNIFORM THIS MORNING?" He turned his head towards Greg, "AND WHAT ABOUT YOU
BASIC CADET BECKER? DID YOU BOTHER TO CHECK OVER YOUR ROOMMATE, OR DID YOU
SIMPLY GET LOST IN HIS PRETTY BLUE EYES?" Cadet Zimmer turned back towards
Andy, "LOOK AT THIS JACKET. RIGHT HERE IS A SPOT THAT COULD BE SEEN FROM
THE TOP OF THE SPIRE." The Spire was a slim 30 foot structure in the middle
of the cadet area from which the Cadre and officers could observe the
entire area. Cadet Zimmer pointed to a piece of lint no larger than a speck
that probably had fallen from his finger when he touched Andy.  "TAKE IT
OFF! IF YOU CAN'T WEAR YOUR UNIFORM PROPERLY YOU WON'T WEAR IT AT ALL!"
Andy was shocked for a second. He wasn't sure if he should move or stand
there. "ARE YOU DEAF! MAYBE A SET OF PUSHUPS WILL UNCLOG YOUR EARS!"

	Andy went to drop for push-ups, but Cadet Zimmer caught his arm and
lifted him back up.  "YOU DON'T DO PUSH-UPS IN SERVICE DRESS - TAKE OFF
YOUR JACKET ANDTHEN DROP!" Andy did just that. Greg and the other basics in
line with him followed suit. They each pulled off their jackets and tossed
them in the seats behind them and then dropped to the floor. All around the
hall Cadre were yelling at basics, dropping them for push-ups. After the
Andy's flight finished their set, they sprang back up to attention. Cadet
Zimmer was far from done.

	"SINCE WHEN DO YOU THROW YOUR SERVICE JACKET ON CHAIR LIKE IT'S SO
MUCH DIRTY LAUNDRY?" He scrutinized Andy's shirt and tie. "PLUS I SEE MORE
LINT AND WRINKLES ON YOUR SHIRT. WHY DON'T YOU JUST TAKE THE WHOLE THING
OFF!"

	This time Andy froze, because he wasn't sure he head Cadet Zimmer
correctly. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, BASIC, AN INVITATION FROM GOD? GET
NAKED AND MAKE SURE YOU PILE YOUR UNIFORM UP RESPECTFULLY. YOU'VE ALREADY
EARNED THE FLIGHT ANOTHER 30 PUSH-UPS - WANT TO TRY FOR 50?"

	Andy didn't wait for any more encouragement; he began undressing,
as did the others. Soon all of C-Flight was standing at attention, buck
naked. Recalling what Cadet Zimmer had said, he instantly dropped down and
started counting off the 30 pushups before he had to be told.

	"Well it looks like you basics are starting to remember some
decorum," Cadet Zimmer said in a lower tone. "I knew it wouldn't take much
to remind you. It's time for an inspection, before you go off to your
Family Life class. When I dismiss you, proceed out the back of the
auditorium and to the Plain. Form up in Inspection ranks. On your way out,
grab a baseball cap. We don't want you burning your pretty shaved heads,
now do we?"

	The C-Flight basics stood there staring at Cadet Zimmer. "MOVE!" He
shouted and the group followed Andy out the back. As they went through the
door, each was handed a red baseball cap by a Cadre at the door. They
quickly donned them and ran out to the formation area.  Inspection ranks
meant they were to form up at twice the normal interval. This extra space
between the ranks and files of cadets allowed the upperclassmen to move
between the basics and inspect their uniforms.  Andy wondered what type of
inspection it was going to be, as the only uniform they had on was the red
baseball cap.

	C-Flight formed up in their spot. Andy was to the front left with
his element lined up to the right. Kevin was lined up behind him and one
over with the C-2 element lined up in the next row.  Andy saw the other
four flights also forming up and also as naked as they were. Andy could
help but notice that something seemed odd about D-Flight. They looked off
somehow, but Andy couldn't put a finger on it.

	Soon the Plain was absolutely quiet. After the chewing out they had
received from Squadron Commander Getz, none of the Basics dared make a
sound. The sun felt good on Andy's body. He liked sun bathing and had even
sun-bathed in the buff a couple of times. He worried he might burn as he
hadn't put on any sun screen, he then realized that he had been given any.
He'd have to ask. The flights were facing north and the summer sun was off
to the left but slightly behind them. He liked the feel of the sun and the
light breeze on his back and, surprisingly, on his ass. The sun was
starting to warm him up some and he could feel sweat starting to drip off
his back and into his butt crack. The moisture in his ass had Andy suddenly
remembering his encounter that morning with Greg in the shower, when Greg
had rimmed him. The thought of Greg eating out his ass sent blood rushing
to his cock. Not now. He thought. How could he possibly get boned up after
all times he had shot his load? To add insult to injury, the angle of the
sun was just right that it sent his shadow amidst the basics of D-Flight.
When he boned up, the shadow accentuated the fact. He heard several
snickers among the basics in the D-2 element.

	Andy didn't have much time to think about it however, because right
at that moment he saw the Cadre march up from the auditorium - and every
single one of them was naked as well!  Andy was shocked and felt his mouth
drop open, but then he recalled what the General had said about getting new
uniforms and destroying all the old uniforms. That's what this had all been
about. The Cadre had simply used the necessity of getting the basics out of
uniform as an excuse to 'train' (i.e.  haze) them a little more. Soon
Cadets Zimmer and Blevin were standing in front of the flight. Andy
couldn't help but stare at Cadet Zimmer's cock. It was uncut. He hadn't
ever seen an uncut cock before.

	"Like what you see Basic Marten?" Blevin asked, "You sure seem
happy to see me. Let's get the inspection started and we'll see how happy
you'll be. Obviously we are not inspecting uniforms, what we are inspecting
is personal grooming. You were instructed to be completely shaven for
hygiene reasons. That order was never rescinded, so for ever patch of
stubble we find in any of six areas will result in a push-up.  The areas
are - face, chest, pubes, legs, back and ass crack. Cadet Zimmer and I have
the unpleasant duty of actually having to feel up these areas personally.
So if you bone up while I and my First Sergeant are inspecting you , you
will owe us another five push-ups. And By the way, the docs tell us that
the lice problem is cleared up, but the cadre have decided that you will
continue to remain completely shaven so as to mark you as a basic on
occasions like this when the uniform is Commando."
	In an effort to stall so that his boned up cock could deflate, Andy
stuck out a paw to ask a question. When he was acknowledged and had been
given permission to ask a question, Andy inquired, "Sir, can we get
sun-screen so that we don't burn?"
	"Very thoughtful question, Basic Marten, but you don't need to
worry about that. The tech guys have developed a magnetic screen that
covers the cadet area and blocks out all the harmful UV radiation. Now all
we get is those nice rays that give us nice tans. Even red-heads like
O'Neill don't have to worry. And I see that your delaying question has
probably saved the flight five push- ups, so let's get started."

	As Cadet Blevin had noticed, Andy's wood had indeed deflated. He
started the inspection with Andy as Cadet Zimmer went to the C-2 rank.
Cadet Blevin stood directly in front of Andy. His body was only about 5
inches in front of him. Andy could smell a subtle musky odor wafting off
his body. For some reason the smell was intoxicating to Andy. He found
himself once again drifting back to the morning's encounter with Greg and
to the promised encounter that night. And then Cadet Blevin's hand was on
Andy's face, feeling for stubble. The touch was electric and Andy's groin
woke up again.

	"Hello," Blevin quipped. "Didn't Basic Becker give you enough
attention in the showers this morning? You were in there long enough."
Andy blushed fiercely at Cadet Blevin's words. Yet the embarrassment did
not lesson his swollen cock. It continued to swell and was poking Cadet
Blevin in stomach as it pulsed back and forth. "Nice shave, but I feel a
lot of stubble on your chest." When his hand moved to his chest, Andy's
breath caught. Suddenly he felt a rough hand gliding over his back. Cadet
Zimmer hadn't moved to inspect the C-2 element, he had gone to inspect the
backside of C-1. Andy realized he was sandwiched between the two
upperclassmen, and it was making him horny as hell. Belvin was rubbing his
chest and Zimmer was rubbing his back.

	"Stubble on his back as well," Cadet Zimmer. He felt Cadet Zimmer's
finger touch his crack, or at least he thought it was his finger, until
Andy realized that Cadet Zimmer was still rubbing his back. Andy's eyes
widened as he realized that Zimmer had boned up as well and was poking him
in the rear. Then he felt Zimmer lower his hand and slide his finger along
his ass crack and then along his calf. "No stubble in the ass, I feel some
on the legs." When he stood back up, Andy no longer felt his dick against
his crack. Maybe he imagined it. Then that thought left him, as he felt
Blevin's hand on his nuts. He massaged Andy's balls for a couple of seconds
and then announced, "Stubble on the gnads.  So that makes 4 push-ups for
stubble plus five for the little poke." The two cadets moved on to Greg.

	The inspection followed a similar pattern for each basic. No one
had thought to shave, because they had never been told to do it again. Like
so many other 'training' exercises this had been rigged from the beginning.
About half the guys boned up during the inspection, including Greg, so Andy
didn't feel to bad about his inspection. The only exception was "Basic
Cadet Medina you are as smooth as a new born babe." Andy was surprised that
Peter was completely smooth, even his roommate Nico had several spots of
stubble, maybe Peter just always shaved. In total the flight owed 178
push-ups. Cadet Blevin said he would collect them throughout the day, 25 at
a time.  The flight dropped for the first twenty five and then headed off
to Family Life.

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Hope you enjoyed this latest installment. Sorry it's been so long since the
last part. I had some personal issues come up. This part was light on
physical contact, but that will be changing in the next couple of
parts. Please note my new e-mail address.  Let me know what you think.

Trev
trev0872@gmail.com