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

PREFACE:

Dear readers!

Everything described here is a product of my imagination.

In reality, there is no exemplary Kirov Military Commissariat, nor the warrant officers serving there, nor the majors.

All images are composite, incorporating many characteristic traits inherent to different people in reality, but which, by the will of my imagination, have concentrated into specific characters!

I in no way intended to offend the honor of the military uniform by focusing on the rather "peculiar" methods of punishing discipline violators.

And the events of my story are far in the past and relate to the times of the flourishing military-industrial complex of the USSR, during the propaganda struggle for world peace and simultaneous military actions 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, which excited my imagination, is painfully familiar!

And everything I came up with, you'll agree, could very well happen in real life, as my fantasies are based on reading a mass of letters from eyewitnesses who shared similar events that actually happened to them on forum pages!

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SO, I will tell you what happened to me during a routine medical examination at one of the city district military commissariats.

At that time, I had just turned 20, I was finishing my second year of studies, and there was such an order then that students studying at university military departments were excused from military training classes for one day and sent en masse for a medical examination at the nearest district military commissariat by agreement with our department.

The Kirov District Military Commissariat was just nearby, and an agreement had been concluded with it for several years in a row... There were many like me at the institute, and soon many second-year guys were discussing the upcoming medical examination in the smoking areas and corridors...

All of us had already passed the draft commission at the District Military Commissariat for registration at the age of 18, and we were familiar with what a draft commission was from our youthful memories.

Upperclassmen shared their impressions—not without some exaggeration and humor, savoring the events of the previous year... It was especially mentioned that the strictest and most brutal procedures were precisely in this—the Kirov District Military Commissariat. And all because they had recently moved to a new building, equipped with the latest technology, and the medical examination process there was set up according to an "exemplary scheme."

What this scheme was—I experienced it firsthand, receiving the summons and arriving at the specified time at this exemplary military commissariat...

At 8:30 AM, about 200 students were herded into the assembly hall on the first floor, their passports and registration certificates were taken, thus depriving us of the opportunity to dodge what was to come. 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 records were filled out for each of us.

Young secretarial workers took our documents from stacks on the tables and entered the name, surname, and age of the examinee into the medical record.

Around 10 AM, specialist doctors appeared.

The incredibly boring lecture was paused, and the chief in military uniform came onto the stage:

— "Comrade cadets! Today you are to undergo a medical examination to check your health and ability for further military service. As you know, our military commissariat has taken the initiative to conduct the medical examination at a higher level than in the old-type District Military Commissariats. This significantly improves the quality of the examination and the throughput of the entire event.

For the duration of your stay at the military commissariat, you are considered conscripted for military service, and therefore, to maintain discipline and exemplary order—I order you to unquestioningly carry out all instructions and orders from the doctors who will examine you.

Now I will instruct you on the further procedure for the medical examination:

Now you will be called as the documents are prepared—and you will proceed in formation!, not haphazardly, to the third floor, designated for specialist doctors.

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

The keys will be held by the responsible warrant officer, who will monitor order in the room.

I remind you!—doctors don't have time to persuade each of you to take off your outerwear, underwear, socks, and other items on your body!

Each cadet IS OBLIGATED to pass our medical examination completely naked, regardless of which specialist examines you! This will save significant time for both you and us—the military commissariat staff!

I remind you that fooling around, running through the corridors is prohibited, and you will be strictly punished in case of violation.

Please maintain discipline and order!

While on the floor—during the examination by specialist doctors, each conscript must carefully ensure that all the offices indicated in the medical record are visited, and for your convenience, you can choose the doctors who are least busy at the moment.

Don't create queues, stand at those doors where there are few people waiting!

Do not knock or peek into offices without permission or invitation from the nurses! I hope you understand, I won't repeat it, but I warn you again: Violators will be strictly punished!"

And turning to the staff—: I order the planned medical examination to begin!

Everything inside me trembled from such instructions!

Not only would I have to run down the corridor in my birthday suit looking for a free office, but all my personal belongings would be locked up so that, God forbid, I wouldn't run away from such top-level service!

Of course, I had undergone various medical examinations many times, both at school and for the sports section—but there, in the worst case, they only asked you to lower your swim trunks...

But here I would have to be in an unfamiliar naked state for an unknown amount of time and, on top of that—in front of young nurses scurrying back and forth for any reason or no reason at all...

Waves of erections surged to that known place... My swim trunks became damp from excitement...

The first group—20 cadets—was formed, and the unfortunate ones left the hall in an uneven formation... To somehow occupy the rest, they started showing a documentary film about NATO bloc armaments, probably filmed back in the 1970s...

However, I had no time for that—I had to listen to the warrant officer's voice calling out new surnames, among which my own could be...

And then the decisive moment came—and I, along with another group of peers, found myself in a formation following the stairs to the third floor—the floor of trials for any guy of draft age...

The vestibule-changing room really did resemble an ordinary bathhouse, only instead of a bath attendant, a warrant officer, about 35 years old, was walking along the lockers, his face reflecting yesterday's hangover and suffering from a headache... Taking a stack of medical records and counting us by head, he loudly commanded:

— "UUNNDRESS!..."

The boys reluctantly began pulling off their shirts, taking off their trousers and socks, remaining some in family underwear, some in neat fashionable swim trunks... The room literally lit up with young tanned bodies freed from the shackles of clothing!

Most of the guys took care of themselves, had athletic builds, and were neatly trimmed...

The warrant officer importantly walked among the conscripts and shouted at the negligent ones trying to remain in their underwear or swim trunks:

— "This isn't a theater for you!, quickly take off all your rags—and into formation!" he grumbled, hurrying the shy ones...

Finally, everyone was undressed and lined up in a single row along the wall.

Instinctively, many young men covered their intimate areas with their palms.

— "ATTEN-TION!" commanded the warrant officer—"Hands—at your sides! Stop covering up! This isn't a circus for you, it's a medical examination!

If I see anyone covering up—you'll be punished!"

— he threatened with a hungover voice...

Probably from the outside, all this seemed like a nightmare dream for many guys, unaccustomed to stripping naked, and even standing at attention under prohibition and threats... Many, from mutual observation and excitement, couldn't restrain the beginning erection... The formation of conscripts began to resemble the filming of some episode from an erotic film... The warrant officer admired the impression he had made, took the stack of medical records from the table, and began to call out, as best he could, with mistakes, the surnames of the participants in the events...

— "Konopaev!"

— "I am"—I responded to my mangled surname...

— "March to me! Take your card and—double time to the medical examination!"—I didn't wait long and hurriedly went out the door leading to new trials...

My eyes were presented with a long corridor with rows of doors along the central passage. Near each door stood several chairs for the convenience of those waiting.

For the first time in my life, I had to cover a significant distance naked, walking along this corridor to find an office without a queue.

My member swung from side to side with every step and absolutely refused to calm down and obey! I involuntarily felt the gazes of curious peers,

boredly awaiting their fate...

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

The guys managed to occupy queues to most offices simultaneously!

And confusion began to arise at the entrance.

— "I was holding a spot here"—one of the resourceful guys defended his rights...

— "So what if someone was holding a spot"—the current person in line answered him, not wanting to let anyone ahead.

— "Hey you! You saw that I was holding the spot earlier before this, right?"—the first one didn't calm down.,

addressing another in line.

— "You all look the same—all naked! You only differ by the size of your dicks"—a third guy answered gloomily...

I became an involuntary witness to the scuffle that arose!

The guy annoyed by the pestering, in a joking threat, swung at the clever one—

— "Come on, get out of here!"—and took a few steps towards the recoiling trickster.

Probably from the outside it looked quite funny:

Two naked guys chasing each other down the corridor with their dicks and balls dangling in the open air, trying to kick their opponent in the most intimate places! It so happened that all the events unfolded in close proximity to me, and one of the runners used me as cover, hiding behind my back... His pursuer bumped into me, and I had to grab the guy with my hands to avoid falling over...

It was from this moment that the scuffle attracted the attention of the major who came out of his office to check the observance of order and discipline...

— "STOOOOP!"—the man bellowed in a bass voice throughout the corridor.

The guys froze in confusion, staring in fear at the guardian of order who had appeared out of nowhere.

— "Well—stop the running around!"—he roared in a commanding voice.

— "You!—and you!" he pointed his finger at one of the violators, and at the second—at me!

— "Give me your medical cards—you're coming with me!"—he ordered, taking the documents...

The most offensive thing—the "clever one"—the instigator skillfully took advantage of the situation and quietly, secretly tried to quickly disappear into the crowd of those waiting...

— "But why me!?" I tried to restore justice.

— "QUIIET!", follow me... "—the major growled with a threat in his voice.

Dejectedly, we followed this major, who apparently decided to punish the violators exemplarily, without even figuring out who was really at fault here!

We found ourselves back in the anteroom, where fortunately there were no students at that moment.

— "Here, take a look, Petrovich!"—he addressed the warrant officer already familiar to us—"They were fooling around, running down the corridor, violating order. "—let them calm down here with you, give them a bucket and a rag to work out with! They've already made quite a mess here since morning..."

— "But, Comrade Major! Ask this guy! I didn't violate anything, I was just nearby!"—I tried once more to restore justice...

— "Oh, you little coward! You dare to object?!!! Do you think I'm blind?!

Trying to wriggle out of it! It will only be worse! You'll remember me forever, you milksop!"—the seasoned man exploded in response, making it clear with his whole appearance that objections were pointless... He majestically departed again into the corridor with the naked conscripts, leaving us at the complete disposal of the hungover warrant officer.

— "So, boys! Well, stand at attention!...

Violating, are we? Did you hear what the major said? We will punish strictly. Well, you'll get your punishment now...

He paused, clearly enjoying his own superiority and anticipating the impression of the "prepared sentence" born in his hungover head...

We stood silently at attention, not wanting to bring even greater troubles upon ourselves, internally resigned to the inevitable—we would have to endure this too...

It was doubly offensive for me, I stood almost crying, swallowing the approaching tears and cursing the nightmarish coincidence of circumstances...

— "Konopaev!"—he distorted my surname again.

— "I am—Konoplev!, Comrade Warrant Officer!"—I corrected the commander.

— "What the hell difference does it make! Snot-nose!"—the warrant officer parried—"to me, you're a violator and must be punished! And your punishment is this:

— Over there, in the corner in the locker, take a bucket, soap, and a rag, go to the toilet—and not here, but on the first floor, in the toilet, wash the rag with soap, fill the bucket with hot water, bring everything here, and wash these two windows for me! Is the order clear?"—the warrant officer got back at me with mockery in his voice.

"Yes, sir!—I reported, as we were taught in military training, remembering that uncertainties lead to trouble.

— "Double time, MARCH!"—commanded the warrant officer, and I set about redeeming the unjust punishment, never finding out what was in store for my fellow sufferer...

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

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

Good thing I had found out beforehand where it was!

Covering myself with a