The situation at the medical examination in the exemplary military enlistment office

PREFACE:

Dear readers!

Everything described here is a figment of my imagination.

In fact, there is no exemplary Kirov military registration and enlistment office, no warrant officers or majors serving there.

All images are collective, they include many characteristic features inherent in actually different people in reality, but just like that, by the will of my imagination, concentrated in specific characters!

I in no way intended to offend the honor of the military uniform by concentrating on very “peculiar” ways of punishing violators of discipline.

And the events of my story remain far in the

past and date back to the heyday of the military-industrial complex of the USSR, during the period of the propaganda struggle for peace throughout the world and simultaneous military operations in Afghanistan. The draft commissions were working at full capacity then...

I set myself the task of describing the emotions of a young man who found himself in an extraordinary situation and was forced to submit, having no alternative.

However, this situation that aroused my fantasy is painfully familiar!

And everything that was invented by me, you see, could and may well happen in real life, since my fantasies are based on reading a lot of letters from eyewitnesses who shared on the forum pages similar events that really happened to them!

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SO, I’ll tell you what happened to me during a routine medical examination at one of the city district military registration and enlistment offices.

At that time I had barely turned 20, I was finishing my second year of study, and then a procedure was established that students studying at military departments of universities were exempted for one day from military service classes and were sent en masse to undergo medical training. examination at the nearest regional military registration and enlistment office by agreement with our department.

Kirov RVC was just in close proximity, and an agreement had been concluded with it for more than one year in a row... There were quite a few people like me at the institute, and soon many second-year boys were discussing the upcoming medical examination in the smoking rooms and corridors...

All of us had already passed the draft commission at RVC for registration at the age of 18 and what This type of draft commission was familiar to us from our youthful memories.

Senior students shared their impressions - not without some exaggeration and humor, savoring the events of last year... It was especially mentioned that the strictest and cruelest rules are in this very place - the Kirov District Military Commissariat. And all because they recently moved to a new building, equipped with the latest technology, and the medical examination there is carried out according to an “exemplary scheme”.

What kind of scheme is this - I experienced it the hard way, having received a summons and arriving at the specified time at this exemplary military registration and enlistment office...

At 8:30 in the morning, about 200 students were driven into the assembly hall on the first floor, taking away their passports and registration certificates, thus depriving us of the opportunity to evade what was coming. For about an hour we had to listen to a lecture on the international situation in the style of military political training classes... Meanwhile, latecomers arrived and medical cards were issued for each of us.

Young female secretaries took our documents out of the

stacks on the tables and entered them into the medical records. card the name, surname and age of the person being examined.

At about 10 am the specialist doctors appeared.

The most boring lecture was paused and the boss in military uniform came onto the stage:

- “Comrade cadets! Today you will have to undergo a medical examination for a routine check of your health and ability for further military service. As you know, our military registration and enlistment office took the initiative to conduct a medical examination at a higher level than in the old type RVC. This significantly increases the quality of the examination and the throughput of the entire event.

During your stay at the military registration and enlistment office, you are considered called up for military service and therefore, in order to maintain discipline and exemplary order, I order you to unquestioningly follow all the instructions and orders of the doctors who will examine you.

Now I will instruct you about the further passage of the medical examination:

Now you will be called as the documents are prepared - and you are in formation!, and not at random, you will proceed to the third floor, reserved for medical specialists.

In a special lobby you will be given the opportunity to undress and put your things in numbered compartments, similar to those used in public baths and washrooms. These compartments are locked to prevent theft and loss of personal items.

The keys will be held by the responsible warrant officer, who will keep order in the premises.

Reminder! — Doctors have no time to ask each of you to take off your outerwear, panties, socks and other items on your body!

Every cadet MUST undergo our medical examination completely naked, regardless of which specialist will examine you! This will save significant time for both you and us, the military registration and enlistment office workers!

I remind you that fooling around or running through the corridors is prohibited, and you will be severely punished if you violate it.

Please maintain discipline and order!

While on the floor - when passing specialist doctors, each conscript must carefully make sure that all the rooms indicated in the medical card have been passed, and for your convenience, you can choose those doctors who are least busy at the moment.

Don’t create queues, stand at those doors where there are few queues!

Do not knock or look into the rooms without the permission and invitation of the nurses! I hope you understand, I won’t repeat it, but I warn you again: We will strictly punish violators!”

And turning to the staff -: I order you to begin a routine medical examination!

Everything inside me trembled from such instructions!

Not only will I have to run around the corridor in what my mother gave birth to in search of a free office, but also all my personal belongings will be locked so that, God forbid, I do not run away from such services at the highest level!

Of course, I have more than once undergone all kinds of medical examinations both at school and in the sports section - but there, in the most unpleasant case, they only asked to lower my swimming trunks...

And here I will have to be in an unusual naked state for an unknown amount of time and, in addition, in front of the young people scurrying here and there for no reason nurses...

Erection attacks were approaching a certain place in waves... My swimming trunks were wet with excitement...

The first group - 20 cadets, was formed, and the unfortunate ones left the hall in an uneven formation... In order to somehow occupy the rest, they turned on a demonstration of a documentary film about the weapons of the NATO bloc, probably filmed in 1970s...

However, I had no time for that - I had to listen to the voice of the ensign calling out new names, among which my own could be...

The decisive moment came - and I, along with another group of my peers, found myself in the ranks, following the stairs to the third floor - the testing floor for any guy of military age...

The lobby-locker room really resembled an ordinary bathhouse, only instead of a bath attendant, a warrant officer, about 35 years old, was walking along the lockers, whose face reflected yesterday’s hangover and suffering from a headache... Having accepted a stack of medical records and counting us head by head, he loudly commanded:

-GET YOUR DRESSES DOWN!...

The boys reluctantly began to take off their shirts, take off their trousers and socks, leaving some in family shorts, some in neat, fashionable swimming trunks... The room literally lit up with young tanned bodies, freed from the shackles of clothes!

Most of the guys took care of themselves, had an athletic build and neatly trimmed...

Prapor walked importantly between the conscripts and shouted at the careless ones trying to stay in shorts or swimming trunks:

- “This is not a theater for you here!, quickly take off all your clothes - and into formation!” - he grumpily hurried the shy ones...

Finally, everyone was undressed and lined up in one line along the wall.

Instinctively, many young men covered their private parts with their palms.

- “SMIIII-RNO!” - the ensign commanded - “Hands - at the seams!” Stop covering up! This is not a farce, but a medical examination!

If I see anyone — or who is covering up — I’ll punish you!”

- he spoke threateningly in a hungover voice...

Probably from the outside it all seemed like a nightmare for many guys who were not used to stripping naked, and even standing at attention under the ban and threats... Many, from mutual contemplation and excitement, could not restrain the erection that had begun... Build conscripts began to resemble the filming of some episode from an erotic film... Prapor admired the impression made, took a stack of medical records from the table and began calling out, as best he could, with errors, the names of the participants in the events...

- “Konopaev!”

- “I” - I responded to my mangled last name...

- “March to me! Take your card and run to the medical examination!” — I didn’t wait long and hurriedly went out through the doors leading to new tests...

A long corridor with rows of doors along the central passage appeared before my eyes. There were several chairs near each door for the convenience of those in line.

For the first time in my life, I had to cover a considerable distance naked, walking along this corridor to find an office free from the queue.

My penis swayed from side to side with every step and absolutely did not want to calm down and obey! I involuntarily felt the glances of curious peers on me,

in boredom awaiting their fate...

As it turned out a few minutes later, the exemplary order in fact did not reach its “design capacity”.

The boys managed to get in line in most of the offices at the same time!

And confusion began to arise at the entrance.

- “I occupied something here” - one of the resourceful boys defended his rights...

- “You never know who occupied something here” - the current person in line answered him, not wanting to let anyone go ahead.

- “Well, you! You saw that I was in line earlier before this?” — the first one did not calm down,

addressing the other in the queue.

- “You two are all alike - all naked! Unless you’re different in size,” the third guy answered sadly...

I found myself an involuntary witness to the brawl that arose!

The guy, annoyed by the advances, swung at the dodger in a playful threat -

- “Come on, get out of here!” - and took a few steps towards the recoiling sly man.

Probably from the outside it looked pretty funny:

Two naked guys are chasing along the corridor with their dicks and testicles dangling in the open air, trying to kick their opponent in the most intimate places! It so happened that all the events unfolded in the immediate vicinity of me and one of the escapees used me as cover, hiding behind my back... His pursuer bumped into me and I had to grab the guy with my hands so as not to fall off my feet...

From that moment on, the brawl attracted the attention of the major, who came out of his office to check the observance of order and discipline...

- “ST-YAYATTT!” - the man barked in a deep voice throughout the corridor.

The guys stopped in shock, staring in fear at the law enforcement officer who had appeared from nowhere.

- “Come on, stop running around!” - he roared in a commanding voice.

- “You!, - and you!” He pointed his finger at one of the offenders, and at the second one - at me!

- “Give me your medical records - come with me!” - he ordered, taking away the documents...

The most offensive thing is the “cunning” - the instigator skillfully took advantage of the situation and quietly, quietly, secretly tried to quickly hide in the crowd of queues...

- “And why me!?” I tried to restore justice.

- “SILENT!”, follow me... “- the major muttered with a threat in his voice.

Dejectedly we followed this major, who apparently decided to punish the violators in an exemplary manner, without even figuring out who was really to blame here!

We again found ourselves in the waiting room, where fortunately none of the students were at that moment.

- “Here, admire Petrovich!” - he turned to the ensign we already knew - “We were playing around, running along the corridor, disrupting order. “Let them calm down here with you, let them exercise with a bucket and a rag! Otherwise, they’ve already left a lot of damage here this morning...”

- “But, Comrade Major! Just ask this guy! I didn’t break anything, I was just nearby!” - I tried once again to bring justice...

- “Oh, you prick! Do you still dare to object?!!! Do you think I'm blind?!

I decided to get out! It will only get worse! You will remember me forever, little sucker! - the seasoned man exploded in response, making it clear with all his appearance that objections were pointless... He majestically retreated again into the corridor with the naked conscripts, leaving us at the complete disposal of the hungover ensign.

- “So guys! Come on, stand to attention!...

So we’re violating? Did you hear what the major said? We will punish you severely. So you will receive your punishment now...

He waited for a pause, clearly enjoying his own superiority and anticipating the impression of the “prepared sentence” that was born in his hangover head...

We stood in silence, not wanting to incur even greater troubles, internally resigning ourselves to the inevitable - we’ll have to endure this too...

I was doubly offended, I stood almost crying, swallowing the tears that were coming and cursing the terrible combination of circumstances...

- “Konopaev!” - He again distorted my last name.

- “I am Konoplev!, Comrade Warrant Officer!” — I corrected the commander.

- “What the hell difference does it make! Brat! - the ensign retorted - “for me, you are a violator and must be punished! And your punishment is this:

- Over there, in the corner cabinet, take a bucket, soap and a rag, go to the toilet - and not here, but on the first floor, in the toilet you wash the rag with soap, and pour hot water into the bucket, bring everything here, and wash my two windows here! Is the order clear?” - the ensign took it out on me with a mockery in his voice.

— That’s right! — I reported, as we were taught in military training, remembering that ambiguities lead to disaster.

- “Run, MARCH!” - the ensign commanded and I began to atone for the unjust punishment without knowing what was in store for my brother in misfortune...

Walking out into the corridor with a bucket, I immediately realized how different the sensations of a person in clothes are compared to one who finds himself naked among clothed people!

Overcoming shame and nakedness, I rushed headlong to the first floor at the far end of the corridor to the treasured toilet!

Good thing I knew where it was in advance!

Covering myself with a wet and dirty rag, with a bucket at the ready, I tried to quickly cover the distance, not paying attention to the strangers I came across, mostly the same men liable for military service who came to this establishment out of necessity...

Washing the rag was not difficult - I’m not a white-haired woman!

I also completed the return journey without incident. No one, or at least no one, paid attention to the tall, tanned, naked guy, for some reason carrying water to the third floor, probably for the medical examination...

Returning to the lobby, I saw my partner crawling on his haunches on the trampled

floor and diligently wiping the surface with an already dirty rag... And this despite the mop standing nearby in plain sight!

Sadism of the ensign - I guessed correctly... The punishment must be felt in full...

I silently climbed onto the windowsill and began to rub the still clean piece of cloth on the inner surface of the glass in the window...

And the more I tried, the clearer it became for me, that I could never wash the glass with just a rag...

But I decided not to slacken my efforts and think, while there is time, how to get out of the situation with dignity.

Внезапно отворились входные двери, и в предбанник ввалилась очередная группа одетых студентов, хорошо еще, что парни были с другого факультета и ни один из ребят меня не узнал…

Громкий и дружный смех некоторое время не умолкал в помещении.

Наверное я бы тоже, не скрываясь, стал ржать над двумя голыми и беззащитными пацанами, непонятно зачем занимающимися уборкой там, где еще наверняка будут и грязнить и следить подошвами обуви…

Но похмельному прапору и этого показалось мало…

Выстроив одетых ребят в шеренгу, он заставил нас встать к ним лицом по стойке смирно и громко доложить причину наказания…

Это уже вышло за рамки понимания даже вновь пришедших ребят и они с широко раскрытыми глазами, уже не посмеиваясь, а с сочувствием в глазах, и страшась, чтоб им не довелось испытать такое — понуро выслушали наши объяснения и смысл наказания…

Тихонечко пододвигаясь, ребята стремились не добавить наказуемым еще работы и старались не глядеть в нашу сторону…

Я догадался разглядеть в одном из шкафов стопку старых газет, которые сразу же навели меня на мысль, чтобы использовать их при протирке окошек.

Я протиснулся к еще незакрытому шкафчику и выхватил свою добычу, как рысь — жертву из гнезда…

Интересно что бы я делал, если бы провидение не послало мне столь удачный выход из трудной ситуации?…

Прапор сделал вид, что не заметил… Он был увлечен подготовкой очередной порции курсантов к медосмотру…

Вот и эта группка из 20 пацанов пошла на испытания… , а мы продолжали несправедливый и бестолковый труд…

Два окна я помыл изнутри примерно через полчаса, второе ведерко с чистой водой принес мой напарник…

Прапор посматривал на часы и видимо прикидывал в уме — стоит ли усилить издевательства, или пора уж и закончить… К счастью, второе преобладало в его похмельном мозгу!

— «СТАНОВИСЬ!!!» — мы встали по стойке смирно…

Надо сказать, что за это время мы уже настолько привыкли находиться в обнаженном виде, что очередная демонстрация наших половых достоинств перед прапором уже не возбуждала…

Прапор медленно прошелся к окошкам и одобрительно крякнул — что по всей видимости означало, что он остался доволен.

Прогулялся по свободному пространству, оглядывая блестящий от мыльной обработки пол…

— «Ладно ребятушки! Теперь вам понятно, что за несоблюдение дисциплины и порядка курсанты и призывники могут быть наказаны как в реальной армии!!!»

— «Так точно, товарищ прапорщик! — нестройным хором ответили мы…

— «ЛОЖИСЬ! Вспышка справа!» — внезапно заорал мужик как резаный!

Пришлось подчиниться…

Видя как старательно мы выполнили команду, пройденную на военной кафедре, прапор остался доволен и снова скомандовал:

— «СТАНОВИСЬ!»

— «Так! Конопалов! — Десять отжиманий — и МАРШ на медкомиссию!»

Я с внутренней радостью понял, что это — последнее унижение и старательно начал отжимания, не жалея собственного тела и стараясь впечататься в только что вымытый с такими трудностями пол…

Ощущение прикосновения гениталий к холодной поверхности пола я запомнил надолго…

— «СВОБОДЕН!!!» — Я опрометью выскочил снова в коридор с голыми призывниками, понимая какое счастье — быть ненаказанным!…

Так я и не узнал, ЧТО еще было напоследок уготовано моему ровеснику, собственно и явившемуся причиной нашего несправедливого наказания…

Все познается в сравнении! Если поначалу мне казалось унизительным находиться долгое время в ожидании очереди к врачам, сносить любопытные взгляды сокурсников, направленные ниже талии и хождение молоденьких медсестер по коридору, то, возвратившись на исходный рубеж после наказания я уже не чувствовал неудобства от всего того, что так возбуждало утром…

Я снова взглянул в свою пустую еще карту прохождения специалистов и продефилировал из конца в конец коридора, надеясь пристроиться к одному из наименее занятых кабинетов.

Около двери стоял симпатичный парнишка моего возраста, улыбнулся мне широкой открытой улыбкой и пригласил жестом присоединиться к нему в очереди.

— «Здравствуй! Меня зовут Алеша, я учусь на математическом факультете» — сказал он глядя свомими огромными голубыми глазами прямо на меня.

— «Я Саша, — учусь на факультете прикладного программирования» — ответил я ему с ответной симпатией.

— «Слушай, давай проходить эту комиссию вместе! Так будет быстрее и веселее» — сразил он меня наповал своим предложением.

— «Я согласен, Алеша!» — с некоторой радостью ответил я, сознавая что после пережитого, действительно гораздо легче пройти через все оставшиеся трудности, даже просто занимая друг для друга очередь у кабинетов.

Мы стояли около закрытой двери и отвлекали друг дружку вопросами про учебу и разницу в в предметах..

Я обратил внимание что Алешка нет-нет, да и посматривает на мои достоинства, и наконец решается спросить полушутя:

— «Саш, а у тебя наверное много девушек и наверное нет от них отбоя?

Я смотрю у тебя «инструмент» — прямо как контрабас против моей виолончели» — хихикнул он.

— «Да. Природа меня не обделила, как видишь» — не без привычной гордости отвечал ему я.

Сам-то я примерно лет с 16 уже стал замечать, что мой член растет заметно быстрее чем у сверстников и это поначалу сильно меня смущало, особенно на шкoльных медосмотрах.

И особенное впечатление произвела на меня первая приписная медкомиссия, на которой я испытывал непрекращающийся стыд и срам из-за невозможности прикрыть свои восставшие помимо воли гениталии…

Об этом я и поделился со своим новым Другом — Алешей.

Он с большим интересом выслушал мои рассказы и в знак доверия пригласил меня к себе в гости сразу же после окончания этой затянувшейся медкомиссии…

Так случилось, но все же, не обошлось без еще одной неприятности.

Во время нахождения в кабинете терапевта, я увлеченно болтал со своим новым другом, и к недовольству врачихи, создавал своим голосом помехи при прослушивании грудной клетки у очередника…

На первое замечание я не отреагировал, и второе было сделано с угрозой о том, что меня накажут…

Наказание выразилось в пометке в медкарте о необходимости дообследования у невропатолога в стационаре. Мол пусть там с психом разберутся…

Я не мог даже подозревать, во что выльется такое «направление» так сказать в качестве наказания за нарушение дсциплины…

Но об этом — в другом моем рассказе.

Надо сказать, действительно работа специалистов в этом РВК была хорошо организована!

Никто не тратил время на бесконечные напоминания приспустить трусы или не прикрываться личными делами — врачи деловито выполняли свои прямые обязанности в четко отлаженном ритме.

Конечно, я не мог не обратить внимание на младший медперсонал — на молоденьких медсестричек-практиканток, ассистирующих врачам.

Постоянно я ощущал на себе, и особенно на нижней части своего тела,

этот любопытный и пристальный взгляд молодой самочки, пользующейся своим преимуществом рассматривать обнаженного молодого самца без малейшего стеснения!.

Ведь по существу перед этими, юными еще, девчатами проходил настоящий «карнавал женихов», бесконечной лентой сменяющих друг друга и вынужденно демонстрирущих все свои передние и задние интимные органы!

Я видел эти оценивающе-возбужденные взгляды, скользящие по моему телу с головы к животу, и далее к полу…

И ощущал нетерпение, своеобразный азарт — а что же там у следующего экземпляра?

Чем отличается поведение очередного обследуемого от предыдущего?…

Уже на выходе, у стола с представителями общественности, один из молодых активистов, глядя на свободно болтающиеся мои гениталии, задал вопрос:

— «А скажите молодой человек, у вас есть постоянная партнерша?» — явно намекая, что мол при таком половом развитии у меня должно быть сильное либидо и что одной партнершей мне не обойтись…

А в остальном — медкомиссия была вполне банальна…

После окончания ритуала освидетельствования мы, как и было договорено, поехали с Алешей к нему домой..

Но про это — совершенно отдельный рассказ.

12 февраля 2007 года.

Аlеxаndеr Stоlеtоv.