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    Jason Heath arrived at the Foreign Legion Induction Centre with ten
    minutes to spare. On the journey here, he had nearly turned back
    about five times. But in a way, the Legion was really the only
    answer to his problems. Relations with his family had reached an all-
    time low and then three months ago he had lost his job and his flat.
    He felt he had nowhere left to turn. And the Legion really did
    promise a new start, with almost no questions asked or answered.
    He’d been for an initial interview at the recruitment office in
    Manchester over a month ago, and a week later he had signed up.
    There and then they gave him a cursory physical exam and took a
    blood and urine test. A week after that, the results came through
    and he was in. He’d been told to report today at 12 noon at the
    Induction Centre. And, after second, third and fourth thoughts, here
    he was at the gates.

    The guard took his name and checked it off on a list, then directed
    him to the white building off to the right. There he had to sign in
    and hand over his personal belongings to a sergeant at the desk. His
    first port of call was an office where he was told to fill in a
    series of forms, most of which seemed to involve signing away all
    rights to the Legion. The sergeant then took the paperwork and
    quickly checked through it, before handing him one last form.

    This last one was a blue card on which he had to give details of his
    date and place of birth, childhood diseases, education, work
    experience, religion, next of kin, and so on. When he had completed
    it, Jason handed the card back to the sergeant who read through
    Jason’s answers--more carefully this time, it seemed. The sergeant
    countersigned and dated the card and handed it to Jason, saying
    “You’ll need this later on. Don’t lose it. Your next stage is to
    present yourself for a preliminary physical assessment. Go back to
    where you came in and just follow the signs to Room 26.”

    He retraced his steps to the entrance lobby, from where he followed
    a rather dingy-looking corridor which had a sign saying “Rooms 21, -
    26”. He easily found room 26 which was marked “Medical Inspection
    Section, Male Personnel only. Please knock, and enter”. He tapped
    the door, and then, pausing briefly to check how he was dressed,
    opened it and went inside. At a small desk opposite him, sat a thin,
    rather bored-looking civilian in his late thirties. His hair was
    brown and rather longer than Jason had imagined would be permitted
    on the base, but then it was clear from his casual clothes, and
    somehow from his demeanour, that he was not a member of the Legion.

    As Jason entered, the man looked up from some papers, and beckoned
    him towards the desk. As he approached, Jason noticed a small name-
    plate on the desk which said simply “Medical Orderly”.

    “Name please?” the orderly said, without much expression.

    “Jason Heath”, he replied.

    The man shuffled through a file of papers and brought one to the top.

    “Age…”

    “Twenty.”

    “Have you got your blue card?” he asked.

    Jason handed the orderly the card which the sergeant had given him
    earlier.

    The man glanced at the card for a few moments, and then asked Jason
    if he was aware of any physical disabilities, or deformities.

    “No,” he said. “I think everything’s in working order!”

    “OK Heath,” he replied. “Just get undressed now.” He pointed
    over to the right. “There are some canvas bags over there for your
    clothes behind the bench.”

    Jason took off his jacket and struggled to get it into the bag. He
    wondered how far he was meant to get undressed. He sat down on the
    small wooden bench, with his back to the orderly. There was not much
    privacy in here.

    While he was undressing, there was a knock at the door. Jason turned
    round to see who it was. Another couple of lads had come into the
    room. He heard them give their names to the orderly, who asked them
    both the same questions he had had to answer. He then told them to
    get stripped off, and they joined Jason by the bench.

    “Hi,” said one of the lads. “I’m Justin, and this is my mate,
    Enroy.” Both the boys were very good-looking. Justin was tall and
    dark-haired, about 19, Jason guessed, and was wearing a pair of
    figure-hugging 501s. Enroy was a really attractive black guy with
    amazing dark eyes and straight eyebrows. He was slightly shorter
    than Justin, but was probably still about 5 foot eleven, and maybe a
    year older.

    Jason introduced himself, and couldn’t help watching as the other
    two shucked off their clothes. As Enroy was just wearing a pair of
    jogging pants and a T shirt, he was the first to get undressed. He
    stood by the bench for a moment, obviously wondering what to do
    next. Just then the orderly looked over, and said, “Mackenzie, take
    your socks off. I’ll be wanting to look at your feet, however
    embarrassed YOU may feel about them!” Enroy sat down on the bench
    again and tugged off his socks.

    Dressed in just their underpants, (or, in Justin’s case, a pair of
    boxer shorts), they stood waiting for further instructions. But, for
    the moment, the man seemed to be engrossed in his paperwork.

    Then he looked up again and said: “Line up by the wall next to the
    door. When I call your names, come up to the desk and stand on the
    white line. He pointed to the floor by his chair.”

    The boys formed a sort of queue against the wall, and waited for
    their names to be called. At that moment, two more lads came into
    the room. The orderly processed them, just as before, and told them
    to get undressed. One of the boys, whose name was Sean, was quite
    young, no more than eighteen and quite skinny. The
    other one, Kevin, was stockily built, like a young rugby player,
    somewhere between 18-19. Though they were very different in
    some ways, the pair looked as if they might be related.
     
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    “OK,” the orderly said. “Heath. I’ll have you first. Over here,
    feet on the white line.” Jason walked over to the desk and placed
    his toes against the line painted on the floor. “Hands by your
    sides please,” the man instructed. Then, he produced a form from
    his desk, and asked Jason if he had had any of the following
    illnesses. He listed about twenty serious complaints, some of which
    Jason had never heard of. Each time he answered, the orderly would
    tick a box on the form, and then look up again, almost scanning his
    body, as if looking for some sort of blemish which would give him
    the clue he wanted.

    Jason was feeling rather self-conscious, but tried to keep looking
    straight ahead, so as not to catch the man’s eye. When he had
    reached the end of his list, the orderly then asked him if he had
    any distinguishing marks, such as birthmarks, scars or other
    blemishes. Jason said that he did not. The man then asked him to
    stretch out his arm. He took his hand and examined both it and his
    arm, turning it over as he went. The man then repeated the process
    with the other arm. Then he asked him to clasp his hands behind his
    head. Telling him to stand up, straight, the orderly pulled his
    chair closer to where Jason stood. He took a good look at his chest
    and torso, running his fingers over his nipples, and through the
    hair under his arms. He then took hold of his waist, and began to
    examine his legs. He could feel the man’s breath, warm on the hair
    on his thighs, as he manipulated his leg muscles.

    The orderly slipped his thumbs under the waistband of Jason’s
    underpants, and with a slight tug, pulled them half-way down his
    thighs. With his left hand he lifted the boy’s cock and took a
    close look at his scrotum. His right hand gently closed round both
    balls, pulling on the scrotum between them. With the skin stretched
    taut, he hoisted Jason’s scrotal sac up in the air, beside his
    dick. He bent down to look under his balls, asking the lad to spread
    his legs a little, so that he could get a better view.

    Then he dropped the scrotum, letting the boy’s balls flop back
    against his thighs. His penis too, fell back into place, bouncing
    slightly on his distended balls. With his right hand, the orderly
    took hold of the head of Jason’s dick, and pushed back his foreskin.

    “It seems a little tight, down here,” he said. “Have you had any
    problems with your waterworks?”

    “No,” said Jason. “Not really. It has always been a bit tight,
    but I’m used to it.”

    “I wonder if you should consider a circumcision,” the man
    observed, making a note on his form.

    “I’ve never had any problems with it,” said Jason, feeling very
    embarrassed that this guy should be giving a public display of his
    dick and his tight foreskin. He was acutely aware that he was
    standing facing all the other lads, who were watching intently as
    the orderly manipulated his penis between his fingers, in an almost
    absent-minded way. He could feel himself starting to harden
    slightly. If only the guy would leave his dick alone.

    “Well, you might not be aware of a particular problem,” the
    orderly continued, “but I still think it would be worth doing. Not
    necessarily a full circumcision, just this top piece,” he said,
    tugging at the end of his foreskin. “It would simply make it easier
    to slip it back. Cleaner, and healthier too.”

    Jason looked down again at his own penis, caught in the thin guy’s
    vice-like grip. He could see that the head was becoming quite firm
    and dark red. The whole thing was very humiliating.

    “Look,” the orderly said, indicating the piece of skin he had in
    mind for the knife by squeezing the top centimetre or two between
    thumb and forefinger, “just snip this bit off, and the whole thing
    would go back much more easily. Yes. I think that would be a good
    idea.”

    All the time he was saying this, he was pulling and pushing at his
    foreskin, first pushing it firmly back, and then, with his thumb and
    forefinger inserted under the flap, pulling it down again to cover
    the head of Jason’s penis.

    Eventually, letting go of it, the orderly made a longer note on the
    form, and Jason stood there with his cock swaying between his legs.
    Hardly daring to look down at it again, he was praying that it would
    not turn into a full-scale erection. It was bad enough, this guy
    seeing him getting aroused. But the other recruits... He would be
    mortified it he got a hard-on in front of all these lads lined up
    just a few feet away against the opposite wall.

    As he glanced over at them, he found himself wondering what their
    cocks would look like. He had seen other boys dicks in the showers
    at school, but he had never had the opportunity to study them in
    detail like this. He was particularly fascinated to know what Enroy’
    s penis would be like. He had never seen a black guy fully naked
    before, and was intrigued to see whether the stories about black
    guys were true. It certainly looked as if they might be, since he
    had noticed quite a large bulge in Enroy’s Y fronts as he stood
    with his back straight against the wall.

    The more he thought about all this, the more he found himself
    getting aroused. He was actually quite pleased when the orderly
    turned back to him, and took his penis in his hand again. Now he
    seemed to just be weighing it on his palm, and studying it quite
    intently. Then, with a sigh, he dropped it again and gripping hold
    of Jason’s waist, began to turn him round.

    “Bend over,” the man said, “and spread you legs wide.” Jason did
    as he was told. With his hands, the orderly prised apart the cheeks
    of his buttocks, whilst one finger pulled slightly on the edge of
    his anus. He rubbed his finger round the periphery of Jason’s hole
    for a few seconds as if he were appraising the durability of a
    washer or something.

    Apparently satisfied, he pushed down on the lad’s back, and with
    one hand, took hold of his scrotum again, this time from the rear.
    Again, he just seemed to be weighing them in his hand, and bounced
    them a couple of times against his palm. His hands moved down the
    backs of Jason’s legs, prodding and pulling here and there, all the
    way to his ankles.

    Telling him to stand up again, the man flipped up the back of his
    hair and then touched a few points on his neck and back.

    “OK Heath,” he said. “That looks OK. If you would like to go and
    stand against that other wall again with the others. I’ll send you
    all in together to see the doctors, when I’ve checked the rest.”

    Jason began to pull up his pants, but the inevitable happened, and
    his cock got stuck over the top. Pushing it back in, he was worried
    for a moment lest it should pop out again through the flap. He
    walked across the room a bit like John Wayne, or a jockey fresh from
    the races. He took his place again beside Justin, and began to relax
    a little.

    “Bit of a stiff examination there,” Justin said, with a smirk.
    “Seems like you were enjoying it.” Jason looked down at Justin’s
    boxer shorts, and though he couldn’t see anything special, said:
    “Looks like you enjoyed it too, funny boy.”

    The orderly then called: “Stevens. You’re next. Stand on the
    line.”
     
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    Justin stepped forward and put his feet on the white stripe.
    Jason watched intently as the orderly processed Justin, very much
    the same as he had done with him. After all the questions about what
    illnesses he had had as a child, the man then asked if he had any
    distinguishing marks. Justin said he had a small birth mark on the
    back of his leg, up near the top of his thigh.

    The guy told Justin to turn round and indicate the position of the
    birthmark, gave it a cursory glance and turned back to his paperwork
    where he made a note of it on Justin’s form. Then sounding rather
    irritated, the orderly almost barked “OK let’s have a look at you,
    lad. Face me.” He pulled his chair towards him, but not right in
    front, so that Jason and the other boys could still see what was
    going on. Taking first one arm, then the other, the man examined it
    closely, turning it over to see the other side. “Now, put your
    hands behind your head,” he instructed. “I need to take a look at
    your upper body.”

    Justin had quite a smooth chest. The only patches of dark hair that
    Jason could see were the clumps in his arm pits, and a small,
    irregular patch, in the V between his pecs. But he had a muscular
    body, even though he was slim. His chest and arm muscles were well
    developed, and he had thick chunky thighs, which arched out slightly
    towards the top. Jason imagined that he must do quite a bit of time
    at the gym to have a shape like that.

    The orderly ran his hands through the hair under Justin’s arms, and
    down across his chest. He paused by the right nipple. Plucking it
    between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled it out and squinted at
    it side ways. “Is your nipple pierced, Stevens?” he asked.

    “Yes,” the boy replied rather sheepishly. “I sometimes wear a
    ring in it. My girlfriend likes it.” The man shook his head and
    gave the boy a withering look.

    “Not in the Legion,” he said. “Jewellery is definitely OUT!”

    He let Justin’s nipple snap back into place with an almost audible
    noise, and continued his sweep across the lad’s chest. He stopped
    again to examine his belly button, which was slightly raised. With
    both forefingers, he prised it apart and took a closer look. “You
    have some fluff in here” he said. “Give it a good clean next time
    you are in the shower.”

    His hands went down on to Justin’s thighs. They were fairly smooth
    towards the top, but increasingly hairy lower down. The orderly
    tugged at his skin, pulling his inner thigh round so that he could
    see it more clearly, and then began a close examination of his
    knees. “Have you had some sort of knee injury?” he asked. “There
    is quite a scar on your left knee cap.”

    “Yes,” Justin replied. “I cut my leg open playing football a
    couple of years back. But it doesn’t give me any trouble now.”

    The orderly turned to his forms and made a quick note. Bending right
    down, he examined the lad’s feet and ankles, pushing his fingers
    between each toe and underneath the arch of the foot, but found
    nothing to comment on.

    Straightening up again, he took hold of Justin’s boxer shorts and
    jerked them down to his knees. The lad’s dark pubic hair came into
    view, followed by a plump cock, which sprang out over the waistband.
    “Spread your legs boy”, he said, “so I can get in there to have a
    look.” As the lad adjusted his position, the man took hold of his
    penis between his rather bony fingers.

    It was quite a short, stubby penis, but looked very fat. Actually,
    it seemed to just sit on his balls, with the foreskin slightly
    retracted to expose part of the head. As Jason looked at Justin’s
    cock, he was staring straight at the piss hole, which seemed to be
    winking across the room at him. There was something very enticing
    about such a chubby cock, and Jason found himself wishing that it
    was he, rather than the orderly, who was handling it.

    Bending down to get a good look at what he was doing, the orderly
    pushed back the foreskin, which slipped back easily to reveal a firm
    head on Justin’s cock. Letting go, for a moment, he observed that
    the foreskin did not ride forward, but stayed in place where it had
    been left. Then taking the penis in his hand, the man pushed Justin’
    s extravagant dark pubic hair out of the way, and moved the boy’s
    foreskin backwards and forwards several times, making the cock grow
    slightly fatter, if anything.

    Apparently satisfied, the the orderly lifted the dick out of the
    way, so that he could get a better view of his balls. Jason noticed
    that Justin’s scrotum was a bit darker than the rest of his skin,
    though it was not very hairy. The orderly took the balls in his hand
    and seemed to be rolling them together. Then, he let go and put his
    palm underneath them so that they bounced on his hand. The ball on
    the right hung quite a bit lower than the other one. He prodded it a
    bit, and with one hand behind them, pushed both balls forward. They
    bounced again on the palm of his other hand. He then took hold of
    the right testicle and twisted it between his fingers. Justin winced.

    “Is that sore?” the man asked.

    “A bit,” Justin answered.

    “I see,” he murmured. “I think we’d better make a note of that
    and get the doctor to take a closer look at it. There might be a bit
    of a problem there. It shouldn’t be that tender...” He began
    pushing his finger up under the skin at the top of Justin’s
    scrotum, as if he was trying to find a way up inside the boy’s body.

    “Just cough, for me,” he said.

    Justin gave a weak cough.

    “I said cough, not splutter. Come on. Give a good cough, boy! And
    look round at the other lads while you do it.”

    Justin turned his head towards Jason and the others. He coughed much
    more loudly and definitely.

    The man began to explore the other side of Justin’s scrotum, again
    pushing one finger deep inside while letting the others rest against
    the testicle.

    “Again, boy!”

    Justin coughed again, not really knowing where to look as his gaze
    met Jason’s.

    “And again.”

    Justin’s attempt at a cough sounded more as if he was clearing his
    throat. But before the orderly could tell him off again, he gave a
    much louder cough.

    The orderly began to feel through Justin’s pubic hair and asked
    “Anything tender there?”

    When Justin said no, the man shifted his attention further up his
    abdomen. “Nothing tender? No twinges or pain when I do this?” he
    asked, sounding as if he was disappointed.

    “No,” said Justin, whose head was still turned towards the other
    boys, looking increasingly ill at ease and embarrassed.

    Apparently losing interest in the question of a hernia, the orderly
    lifted the lad’s balls and looked down under the scrotum, running
    his finger back towards the anus.

    “OK,” he said, “Let’s see the other side now.” With that, he
    turned the lad round and pushed down on his back. Jason had the
    feeling that Justin was probably pleased that he was no longer
    forced to look all the other lads in the face.

    The orderly pushed Justin’s legs apart with the backs of his hands,
    and pulled at his arse cheeks. He ran a couple of fingers up and
    down the crack between the lad’s buttocks. Jason couldn’t see
    much, as Justin was very hairy in there. The man seemed to be
    fiddling with something, but it was not possible to see exactly what
    he was doing.

    With one hand still resting between Justin’s cheeks, the orderly
    turned quickly to his form and scribbled a one or two word entry,
    then turned back to the boy and straightened him up again. Starting
    at the hair line, he ran his hands down the lad’s well muscled back.

    Jason began to squirm, obviously ticklish.

    “Stand still,” the man said, sounding increasingly irritable.
    “Look, we’re nearly finished.” He manipulated Justin’s buttocks,
    as if he were kneading dough; and then casually ran his fingers down
    the backs of his legs, pausing only to check again the birth mark on
    his thigh.

    “Right. That’s that,” he said. “I’ve made a note about your
    testicle and your knee. They’ll give you a thorough examination
    later. OK. Go and join the others. Next please.”
     
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    I need a life, (sigh) waiting 4 u to add the next examination. Seems 2 b all I have, so please hurry.
     
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    Justin stepped forward and put his feet on the white stripe.
    Jason watched intently as the orderly processed Justin, very much
    the same as he had done with him. After all the questions about what
    illnesses he had had as a child, the man then asked if he had any
    distinguishing marks. Justin said he had a small birth mark on the
    back of his leg, up near the top of his thigh.

    The guy told Justin to turn round and indicate the position of the
    birthmark, gave it a cursory glance and turned back to his paperwork
    where he made a note of it on Justin’s form. Then sounding rather
    irritated, the orderly almost barked “OK let’s have a look at you,
    lad. Face me.” He pulled his chair towards him, but not right in
    front, so that Jason and the other boys could still see what was
    going on. Taking first one arm, then the other, the man examined it
    closely, turning it over to see the other side. “Now, put your
    hands behind your head,” he instructed. “I need to take a look at
    your upper body.”

    Justin had quite a smooth chest. The only patches of dark hair that
    Jason could see were the clumps in his arm pits, and a small,
    irregular patch, in the V between his pecs. But he had a muscular
    body, even though he was slim. His chest and arm muscles were well
    developed, and he had thick chunky thighs, which arched out slightly
    towards the top. Jason imagined that he must do quite a bit of time
    at the gym to have a shape like that.

    The orderly ran his hands through the hair under Justin’s arms, and
    down across his chest. He paused by the right nipple. Plucking it
    between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled it out and squinted at
    it side ways. “Is your nipple pierced, Stevens?” he asked.

    “Yes,” the boy replied rather sheepishly. “I sometimes wear a
    ring in it. My girlfriend likes it.” The man shook his head and
    gave the boy a withering look.

    “Not in the Legion,” he said. “Jewellery is definitely OUT!”

    He let Justin’s nipple snap back into place with an almost audible
    noise, and continued his sweep across the lad’s chest. He stopped
    again to examine his belly button, which was slightly raised. With
    both forefingers, he prised it apart and took a closer look. “You
    have some fluff in here” he said. “Give it a good clean next time
    you are in the shower.”

    His hands went down on to Justin’s thighs. They were fairly smooth
    towards the top, but increasingly hairy lower down. The orderly
    tugged at his skin, pulling his inner thigh round so that he could
    see it more clearly, and then began a close examination of his
    knees. “Have you had some sort of knee injury?” he asked. “There
    is quite a scar on your left knee cap.”

    “Yes,” Justin replied. “I cut my leg open playing football a
    couple of years back. But it doesn’t give me any trouble now.”

    The orderly turned to his forms and made a quick note. Bending right
    down, he examined the lad’s feet and ankles, pushing his fingers
    between each toe and underneath the arch of the foot, but found
    nothing to comment on.

    Straightening up again, he took hold of Justin’s boxer shorts and
    jerked them down to his knees. The lad’s dark pubic hair came into
    view, followed by a plump cock, which sprang out over the waistband.
    “Spread your legs boy”, he said, “so I can get in there to have a
    look.” As the lad adjusted his position, the man took hold of his
    penis between his rather bony fingers.

    It was quite a short, stubby penis, but looked very fat. Actually,
    it seemed to just sit on his balls, with the foreskin slightly
    retracted to expose part of the head. As Jason looked at Justin’s
    cock, he was staring straight at the piss hole, which seemed to be
    winking across the room at him. There was something very enticing
    about such a chubby cock, and Jason found himself wishing that it
    was he, rather than the orderly, who was handling it.

    Bending down to get a good look at what he was doing, the orderly
    pushed back the foreskin, which slipped back easily to reveal a firm
    head on Justin’s cock. Letting go, for a moment, he observed that
    the foreskin did not ride forward, but stayed in place where it had
    been left. Then taking the penis in his hand, the man pushed Justin’
    s extravagant dark pubic hair out of the way, and moved the boy’s
    foreskin backwards and forwards several times, making the cock grow
    slightly fatter, if anything.

    Apparently satisfied, the orderly lifted the dick out of the
    way, so that he could get a better view of his balls. Jason noticed
    that Justin’s scrotum was a bit darker than the rest of his skin,
    though it was not very hairy. The orderly took the balls in his hand
    and seemed to be rolling them together. Then, he let go and put his
    palm underneath them so that they bounced on his hand. The ball on
    the right hung quite a bit lower than the other one. He prodded it a
    bit, and with one hand behind them, pushed both balls forward. They
    bounced again on the palm of his other hand. He then took hold of
    the right testicle and twisted it between his fingers. Justin winced.

    “Is that sore?” the man asked.

    “A bit,” Justin answered.

    “I see,” he murmured. “I think we’d better make a note of that
    and get the doctor to take a closer look at it. There might be a bit
    of a problem there. It shouldn’t be that tender...” He began
    pushing his finger up under the skin at the top of Justin’s
    scrotum, as if he was trying to find a way up inside the boy’s body.

    “Just cough, for me,” he said.

    Justin gave a weak cough.

    “I said cough, not splutter. Come on. Give a good cough, boy! And
    look round at the other lads while you do it.”

    Justin turned his head towards Jason and the others. He coughed much
    more loudly and definitely.

    The man began to explore the other side of Justin’s scrotum, again
    pushing one finger deep inside while letting the others rest against
    the testicle.

    “Again, boy!”

    Justin coughed again, not really knowing where to look as his gaze
    met Jason’s.

    “And again.”

    Justin’s attempt at a cough sounded more as if he was clearing his
    throat. But before the orderly could tell him off again, he gave a
    much louder cough.

    The orderly began to feel through Justin’s pubic hair and asked
    “Anything tender there?”

    When Justin said no, the man shifted his attention further up his
    abdomen. “Nothing tender? No twinges or pain when I do this?” he
    asked, sounding as if he was disappointed.

    “No,” said Justin, whose head was still turned towards the other
    boys, looking increasingly ill at ease and embarrassed.

    Apparently losing interest in the question of a hernia, the orderly
    lifted the lad’s balls and looked down under the scrotum, running
    his finger back towards the anus.

    “OK,” he said, “Let’s see the other side now.” With that, he
    turned the lad round and pushed down on his back. Jason had the
    feeling that Justin was probably pleased that he was no longer
    forced to look all the other lads in the face.

    The orderly pushed Justin’s legs apart with the backs of his hands,
    and pulled at his arse cheeks. He ran a couple of fingers up and
    down the crack between the lad’s buttocks. Jason couldn’t see
    much, as Justin was very hairy in there. The man seemed to be
    fiddling with something, but it was not possible to see exactly what
    he was doing.

    With one hand still resting between Justin’s cheeks, the orderly
    turned quickly to his form and scribbled a one or two word entry,
    then turned back to the boy and straightened him up again. Starting
    at the hair line, he ran his hands down the lad’s well muscled back.

    Jason began to squirm, obviously ticklish.

    “Stand still,” the man said, sounding increasingly irritable.
    “Look, we’re nearly finished.” He manipulated Justin’s buttocks,
    as if he were kneading dough; and then casually ran his fingers down
    the backs of his legs, pausing only to check again the birth mark on
    his thigh.

    “Right. That’s that,” he said. “I’ve made a note about your
    testicle and your knee. They’ll give you a thorough examination
    later. OK. Go and join the others. Next please.”
     
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    no prostate examination?
     
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    Um....you posted Justin's exam twice lol
     
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    oop! sorry guys, here we go...

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    Enroy went forward to the desk, as Justin was pulling up his shorts,
    which had fallen to his feet. The orderly went through the usual
    list of questions with Enroy, and then quickly got down to the
    business of examining him in detail. He had an extremely fine body,
    with nicely sculpted muscles on his chest, back and thighs, and
    tight round buttocks. He had one of those washboard stomachs with
    little ribs of muscle running across it.

    When the orderly pulled Enroy’s underpants off, Jason could hardly
    wait to see what was going to spring forth. It certainly was a
    splendid dick, long and fleshy, arching out over his chunky balls.
    Jason couldn’t decide if it was partly erect, or if it was
    naturally like this when limp. His foreskin was long and loose, and
    the man had no problem running it to and fro along his penis, which
    he did quite a few times. In fact, Jason was intrigued to watch him
    doing so. This surely couldn’t be strictly necessary for medical
    reasons. The orderly must be just playing with the lad’s penis
    because he enjoyed it, or liked the feel of it at any rate. His look
    of detached disinterest was almost certainly a cover for the
    enjoyment he got from these exams.

    Jason started to wonder just how many exams this guy and given--and
    how he had got this job. He wasn’t even a doctor, and yet here he
    was assessing each recruit in turn, treating each of them as if he
    was just so much meat to be measured, weighed and priced. I mean,
    how would you apply for a job like that? What would the ad say?
    “Callous bastard required to dehumanise and humiliate naked
    recruits”? Maybe that was really the point. Maybe this guy’s
    “physical inspection” techniques were designed to soften up
    prospective recruits for the real ordeals to follow.

    Jason’s speculation was interrupted when he noticed that the
    orderly now had Enroy’s cock head in his hand and seemed to be
    massaging it, or perhaps squeezing it like a grape. He reached over
    to the desk and took what looked like an extra long cotton bud from
    a box, which he wiped across the tip of the black boy’s penis. He
    looked closely at the swab and then back at the cock head again,
    pulling Enroy towards him by his dick. The guy made it look as if
    the recruit was equipped with some sort of handle for his personal
    use.

    “Hmm,” he said, holding the swab to his nose and sniffing. “You’ve got a slight leakage here. Probably just a drop of seminal fluid,
    but it looks a little bit opaque, so I’m not quite sure. So, I
    think we’d better get you checked out for VD, lad. It’s probably
    nothing to worry about, but it will certainly do no harm to check.”

    So saying, he made a note on Enroy’s form whilst his dick bounced
    back against his plump balls. Jason suddenly caught Enroy’s eye. He
    had seen him staring at his dick, and his stretchy scrotum which
    looked almost purple-black against his warm brown skin. Jason
    quickly looked away, but, after a second or two, found himself
    staring again at those luscious balls and the dark cock. This was an
    opportunity too good to be missed through boring embarrassment!
    Actually, after what the orderly had just said, Enroy look as
    embarrassed as Jason.

    Enroy began to protest that he definitely didn’t have any kind of
    infection, but the orderly brusquely overruled him, saying “We’ll
    let the doctors make up their own minds about all that.”

    Under sentence of an imminent VD inspection, Enroy looked rather
    taken aback and crestfallen, but said nothing. Meanwhile, the
    orderly had traded his cock for his balls which he was now rolling
    in his hands. The guy flipped them over and ran his hand up and down
    the back of the lad’s scrotum.

    “Do you shave yourself down here?” he asked, out of the blue.

    “No!” said Enroy curtly. Then after a pause, he added, much more
    quietly, “I just don’t have much hair on my balls.”

    “Is that so?” enquired the orderly sarcastically. “How very
    interesting. I thought just the same thing.” Then changing his tone
    he continued “No, the reason I asked is actually because your
    scrotum feels slightly rough, maybe like stubble. Just not as smooth
    as I would have expected from a visual appraisal.”

    “A lot of black guys don’t have hairy balls,” Enroy said with a
    mildly provocative edge.

    The orderly rose immediately to the bait. “Thanks for the
    information. But I should imagine that I have handled more scrotums,
    black and white, than you have. I’d say I was quite a good judge by
    now of how to assess skin texture on a lad’s scrotum and elsewhere.
    This skin is not as smooth as I would have expected from its
    appearance.”

    Turning him round rather roughly, the orderly made the boy bend so
    low that all the other lads could clearly see his anus. A small
    pinkish pucker in a black valley. With his fingertips, the guy
    pulled the lips of Enroy’s sphincter apart, pressing in with his
    thumb. He ran his finger round and round the side of the pink hole,
    pausing now and then to press a little harder here and there.

    “Seems you’ve got a few little lumps here, too. It could be anal
    warts,” he announced with a distinctly triumphant note. “So I’ll
    put you down to get that and your scrotum checked out as well while
    they’re looking at your urethral discharge.”

    “It’s just hair follicles,” mumbled Enroy between his thighs.
    “Maybe the black men you have examined didn’t have Afro-Caribbean
    hair. Who knows. But that’s one of the things it tends to do.”

    “You could be right, son,” the orderly replied patronisingly. “I’
    m simply saying it would be worth getting those warts checked, like
    the VD. Just to be on the safe side. Believe me, the Legion doesn’t
    give medicals just for the fun of it. We would like to make sure
    that you really are fit before we take you on. You’re not really
    going to be a popular member of the platoon if you’re dripping with
    gonorrhoea.”

    He started to stroke the back of Enroy’s testicles again, cupping
    them in his hands, first the left one, and then the right. He
    squeezed his fingers round the neck of the scrotum so that the lad’
    s balls became round and shiny.

    He ran his finger tips over them, obviously still debating whether
    they were shaved or not. “Yep,” he admitted grudgingly. “I
    suppose that could be hair follicles. But nothing to worry about if
    you did shave it. Keeping your pubic hair to a minimum can be a good
    thing. You may find the doctor recommends it. Some of them do,
    especially for new recruits. It helps to stop certain parasitic
    infections from spreading. I expect they’ll give you a lecture on
    that and other kinds of hygiene in due course.”

    While he was saying this, he had straightened Enroy up, finally
    hiding his arse but bringing his cock and balls back into full view
    as he turned round again. Despite the treatment he had just been
    given, (or possibly because of it), Enroy’s dick appeared to have
    filled out a bit more. Still not erect really, but looking decidedly
    meaty.

    “OK. You’re done,” the man announced. “Next lad to the line.”

    Kevin was next,

     
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