Today's Army

This story bears a curious resemblance to 
some of the "mind control" scenarios 
described in stories such as State Fair.

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Last year was my senior year at high 
school. I live in a small city in West 
Texas, and I grew up with most of the guys 
in my class. Every spring the U.S. Army 
does a routine recruiting drive at the 
school for 17 and 18 year olds and last 
year a bunch of us went. We didn’t intend 
to join the army, but there were no 
athletic events or practices scheduled that 
day and we thought it might be something 
different to do after school. We were told 
that if we were interested in talking to the 
recruiting officers and finding out what 
the “new army” was and what it could do 
for our careers, that we should report to 
the gym immediately after class. About 
twenty guys showed up. 

The first thing I noticed when I entered the 
gym was a strange, sort of sweet smell. It 
wasn’t strong and I didn’t really think 
anything of it - it smelled a little bit like 
a combination of varnish and baking 
cookies. One other thing that was out of the 
ordinary, I just happened to notice that 
Mr. Whiteside, our gym instructor, locked 
the gym door from the inside, once all the 
guys who were attending the talk were 
assembled.

There was nothing unusual at first. A 
really enthusiastic army sergeant got up 
and started talking about “today’s army” 
and how it was a different sort of army 
from what our fathers had known. He told 
us how the decision we had made today 
would affect the rest of our lives and make 
us better men, better soldiers and better 
Americans. I kind of remember thinking 
‘what decision?’ but I was feeling really 
good and all the guys seemed very attentive 
to what the sergeant was saying. When I 
think about it now, there were many 
things about the event that were strange. 
None of the guys were fooling around or 
talking, everybody was paying attention 
and looking blankly at the speaker. Like 
they were in a trance or something.

Nobody seemed to pay much attention to the 
equipment that was being set up during the 
first fifteen minutes of the talk. Some 
army medic types wheeled in some kind of 
surgical table with steel stirrups and 
some heavy duty lighting, as well as all the 
usual scales for measuring height and 
weight. It all seemed normal.

The sergeant told us that we were ready to 
begin, and that we should take off our 
clothes, leave them on the bleachers, and 
line up. In a couple of minutes all the guys 
were naked and in line to sign the consent 
forms - there wasn’t one of us that didn’t 
have a hard on and I don’t think any of us 
read what we were signing. We didn’t care, 
we just wanted to sign and be a part of 
what was happening. Our “processing” 
was like a production line. 

Everything had been set up so we could all 
see what was happening to the guys ahead 
of us. The first guy was Rege. He was the 
captain of the basketball team. A tall, 
lanky sort of guy who I had known all my 
life. The sergeant told us to pay attention 
to Rege and to watch what was being done to 
him so we would know what was going to be 
done to all of us. By that time there must 
have been about a dozen army personnel 
all busy doing different things. The 
recruiting sergeant walked up and down 
the line of naked guys, looking us over.

“Your decision to be castrated today is an 
excellent choice for your futures. It is a 
decision none of you men will regret. Any 
of you who were not circumcised at brith 
will have your foreskins removed along 
with your testicles - courtesy of the U.S. 
Army.”

I watched as Rege was weighed, measured, 
poked, prodded, and then taken to a sort of 
barber’s chair where two medics shaved 
him with electric shavers. One cut his 
hair (standard army-issue haricut), the 
other shaved his crotch. When he stood up, 
his dick looked even bigger because it was 
bare. I had never seen a full grown guy 
with no crotch hair before. I remember 
wanting them to hurry up so that my turn 
would come as soon as possible. While the 
next guy stepped up to the shaving chair, 
Rege was taken to the surgical table and 
strapped in by four guys in army 
uniforms. Rege’s head and torso were 
tilted up so that he could see what was 
happening to him. His arms were 
restrained behind his head, and his legs 
were spread apart, pushed back as far as 
they would go and attached to steel 
uprights. The whole group had a perfect 
view of Rege’s balls and butthole. Under 
any other circumstances this would have 
made for some serious jeering, but all the 
guys were quiet and focussed. What 
followed happened pretty fast. One of the 
assistants pulled Rege’s balls as far as he 
could away from his body, and a second 
assistant put a large steel clamp on the 
sack. He then released a spring catch, 
there was a loud click, Rege let out a yelp, 
and his testicles and scrotum dropped into 
a small stainless steel bucket. When the 
castration instrument was removed, you 
could see a row of small, neatly arranged 
surgical steel staples holding the wound 
closed.

Rege was immediately released from the 
restraints and the medics helped him stand 
up. His dick was still as hard as a rock and 
he wasn’t showing signs of any pain. In 
fact, he had a sort of silly grin on his face 
and was obviously excited. In all the years 
I had known him, I had never noticed 
whether he was circumcised - apparently 
he was not. While he stood there sort of 
grinning in front of all the guys, one of the 
medics rolled Rege’s foreskin back, and 
placed a sort of bell-like thing over the 
head of his dick. He then pulled the skin 
forward over the bell, and placed an 
instrument over the whole end of Rege’s 
cock. It looked a bit like a large paper 
punch, with two grip handles like a pair of 
pliers. The medic grasped the two handles 
in his right hand and squeezed them tightly 
together. This time Rege didn’t make a 
sound, but he did wince a bit. The 
instrument came away with Rege’s 
foreskin and the bell, leaving a only small 
plastic ring around Rege’s dick holding the 
skin together where the foreskin had been 
cut. It was all pretty neat and bloodless. 
Rege’s dick was still hard when he was told 
to go and get dressed and to sit and wait for 
further orders.

I was really glad when my turn fiinally 
came. I wanted to cooperate and help the 
medics do their job in any way I could. I 
had already seen several guys get 
castrated, and I knew how to position 
myself for the strap-down so that I didn’t 
have to be shown or helped at all by the 
assistants. It’s difficult for me to imagine 
now, that I actually wanted them to 
castrate me. In fact, I was sorry that they 
didn’t do more than that. I was sorry that I 
had been circumcised when I was born and 
had been deprived of the ability to 
experience it as an adult. I would gladly 
have consented to anything, any 
modification at all, that the army wanted 
to make to my body that afternoon. I was 
actually relieved when I felt the sharp jolt 
of pain when my balls were cut off and I 
heard them plop into the bucket to join the 
balls of my friends.

We were told before leaving that we should 
report every day after school to Mr. 
Whiteside for a medical inspection just in 
case there were any complications, and 
that after ten days Mr. Whiteside would 
remove the surgical staples left by the 
castrating instrument. The guys who were 
circumcized only had to wear the plastic 
rings for a few days. We were also 
informed where to report after 
graduation, if we decided on full induction 
into the army and we were told that any of 
us could opt for a number of other 
procedures if we chose. These included 
removal of the nipples, removal of the 
glans, penis reduction, total removal of 
the penis and removal of the prostate. 

When I was sitting there in the gym with 
my buddies, I would have gone for the 
whole nine yeards without giving it a 
second thought. That was last April, and 
now, seven months later, I’m not so sure. 
We were given a phone number to call in 
case we wanted to talk to a special officer 
about anything. A bunch of us have made an 
appointment to go and see the guy and find 
out more about “today’s army”.