A New Recruit

 

It all started with a quick email from a friend who I chat with regularly. He said that he had a friend who was looking for the specialized training I provide and he was not talking about my computer consulting. A few days later I get the first email.

His name was Rick Lionheart and in his spare time he liked to spar in his satin boxing kit but he was looking for some military-style training. I explained that I was very selective as to who I train and at the moment I was not currently accepting applicants.

His reply was a series of images. The first was him in silver boxing trunks and black robe both looked like they were made out of satin; the next a sage coloured US flight suit, the final one was him in the flight suit kneeling with the zip down to his navel asking for me to accept him as a new military trainee with the plea that he was “willing to do anything to become Your Recruit”

I spent a few days thinking about his request during which I received more images of him in different PVC sports kit and a shot of him showing off a special feature of the flight suit, an ass flap. I told him that I would need to “Test him” to see if he was suitable material for military training. His response was blunt, give me any test you want, I want your training.

I tailor each candidate's test to there specific needs. In this case, I had to test him at the same time transform him into a military trainee. I needed to see how well he took orders in a stressful situation and in a way change him physically. A standard brush cut might be in the cards but I still hade time to decide. How he handled the shave would tell me if he could become a Recruit. I also find that some see the sudden change in their physical appearance so unnerving that they fail the test. Body hair does grow back after all.

We set a date and time with a warning that he was to be prompt. It started to rain as the time approached and I wondered if it would delay him in any way but he showed up 10 minutes early. Dressed in tight jeans, a t-shirt and a satin jacket with a sports bag in hand I watched him approach the building. I guessed the bag had his sports kit that he would be wearing during his test. With a broad smile and firm handshake, he greeted me. We chatted about the drive over as we walked toward the furnace room entrance. I could feel his gaze on me I don't think he was impressed with the navy sweats that I had on.

I flicked on the lights and warned him of the low ceiling. He laughed as he saw one of the water lines near eye level. In a side room was the workout bench that I use for strength training and I was going to use it as the setting for his test. I figured that the workout bench would set him at ease and would give me a better idea if he had the qualities I wanted in a new trainee.

I told him to change and relax as I grabbed a few bottles of water from my apartment upstairs. I quickly stripped off the sweats and changed into a navy coloured sauna suit that I use to work out in. I also had another change of clothes in the furnace room if the first part of his test went well. I found him on the bench examining the weights on the bar dressed in his boxing trunks and black robe. On a nearby chair was his street clothes neatly folded. On another was the flight suit placed over the back.

He seemed to relax a bit more once he saw how I was dressed for his test. A type of physical trainer. “So what is involved in this test? “ He asked taking a sip of water from the bottle I handed him.

Moving the chair with the flight suit on it so that I was in front of the bench I sat on the edge opened my bottle of water and smiled. “Well, it is partially a mental stress test to see your fight or flight reaction, how you can follow orders and focus your mind in a stressful or restrictive situation. A smaller part is a physical test to test your fitness which we will complete first.” I explained. “For that, I have supports for your wrists and ankles. These are more sturdy than your standard supports. From an army surplus, ammunition canister located at one end of the workout bench I pulled out the restraints all linked together on a carabiner.

Unclipping two, I gave him the pair for his wrists and he gave them a very close look. “Not velcro?” he asked as I removed the arm curl support from the end of the bench.

“No, I don't want them to slip off during your physical test and you getting injured.” It was all very reasonable but they also had another purpose that they would be used for as well. I helped him with the straps on the restraints making sure that they were tight enough that they would not slip off and with a bit of movement for proper blood flow. As he flexed in the wrist restraints, I had him lift each leg so I could attach them to his ankles after removing his shoes.

“Right now let's see your strengths. Let's start with the upper body, then we shall see how your legs are.” I told him as he got comfortable on the reclined bench and positioned himself for the bar with 30 pounds on it.

He lifted it with ease and started to do a set of reps. With two sets of five, he positioned the bar back on the supports and asked, “How was that?” As he did the robe slid open to reveal his chest hair.

“Very impressive,” I replied. “Now let's do the first set on your legs. This has 25 pounds on it.” As he started I could see that he was grabbing the edge of the seat to steady himself. The bench should have had handles below the seat but grabbing the padding worked just as well.

I let him rest and take on some water before we approached the next step, the test of his mind. As he shook out his arms and legs I lite a charcoal brick and added a bit of incense on top. White sage would work to clear the air before I use sandalwood to create a meditative space so that he could release what I knew were repressed desires.


“Now for the next part, you will need to be calm and focused. This test measures your fight or flight reaction in a stressful restricted situation. At any point, you can say the word 'red' and the test will be over. Any items on you will be removed at which point I will be around while your dress and leave on your own accord and know that you will have to look elsewhere for what you are seeking. “

I gave him some time to think this over before he declared, “I am a fighter, I can beat your test.” I nodded and thought, you hope to become what you came for.

From the ammunition can I pulled an executioner style leather hood. “First lets partially obscure your vision. This is not much different if you got a messy cut above the eye.” he waited patiently on the bench as I laced up the back to ensure that it was sitting properly then I had him lie back on the bench. Next to the bench were a tablet and a pair of Bluetooth headphones. I positioned the headphones making sure that they would not shift if he moved.

Before I started the music, he asked, “planning to hypnotize me or something?”

No, nothing like that, this is just a meditative album from thirty years ago. I need you relaxed and this will give you something to focus on during this. You want this to happen don't you?” I gave him a moment, then he nodded and I started the recording after several deep breaths

I watched him start to focus on the music with his eyes slowly closing. This gave me the chance to strip off the sauna suit in the next room and quickly change into my uniform leathers and tall boots with a marine corps dress shirt. The final touch was the shoulder strap for the Sam Brown belt.

Stepping quietly back into the room and placing the shirts hanger on a chair I saw that my absence had gone unnoticed giving me the chance to slowly gather up and secure each of his arms to an elastic cord under the weight bar. The rope was loose enough to give him some movement but not much.

It must have been the change in tracks or a slower section in the music that caused him to notice that he was now partially restrained. He struggled briefly before asking “Why?”

I calmly replied, “This is part of the test. Your movements are being restricted. How you handle this crisis and use your mind over your muscles is key to success. I have a feeling that you want this test to prove your worth and become more than just a satin clad boxer.” I waited for several moments. I was ready to release him if he said “No”

He took several breaths before replying. “I want more”

I stood in front of him and held up the flight suit. “Is this what you want?”

His voice was strong as he replied, “I want that and I want you to finish the test so I can show you my worth” I nodded as I grabbed the hanger and hung the flight suit within his sightline.

The next stage was to restrain his legs and for that, I would have to remove his trunks before I use a spreader bar. As I grabbed the waistband he lifted slightly as if to show his willingness for me to remove them.
Once off I secured his ankles to the bar and its chain, I raised it to a hook in one of the ceiling rafters. It was then that I noticed that he was wearing a jock. I could remove the restraints or cut it off of him. I choose to remove it with my camping knife. The lower straps were easy but the main one took time since I did not cut him in the process. The strap separated with a satisfying twang and exposed his hard cock. That will make shaving him that much easier in that area.

With the knife stowed, I reached under the bench for the shaving kit and a pair of my leather gloves. The electric razor was designed specifically

for this job would make this entire process fast and safe. I ran a gloved hand down his chest and he moaned softly. I then gave his hard cock a gentle squeeze. His moans grew in volume. Finally, I examined his full ball sack. After this quick scan, I decided on the main areas to shave. His chest, groin and ass would feel the machine. With the robe in the way, his pits would be a problem and I could damage his robe.

He saw the razor and struggled briefly and I knew he needed reassurance. “You want to be transformed. From a hairy satin clad boxer to one who wears the flight suit. In the military, the first step is always a brushcut to remove the old physical appearance and to begin the rebuilding process. This is not the military but you need to have something similar. The shave will remove the hairy satin boxer and in its place will be a smooth recruit worthy of the flight suit.” I paused and I knew that he was in the process of making the final step and should not be forced.

“Do it. Make me into a smooth Recruit. I want to be your Recruit”

He had taken the final step and I would be honoured to be his Drill Sargeant. “I will do this as quickly as possible but you need to stay as still so that I do not cut you.”

I started with his chest and slowly worked my way down. I took care around his nipples which were hardening in the chilly air. As I started with his abs, I started using shorter strokes of the razor.

I sifted my position to shave his groin. He wanted to be smooth and his cock and balls needed the most attention with careful handling including the area between his balls and his ass crack and cheeks.

With a final delicate stroke, I shut the razor down and brushed off him the odd loose hair from his body. Then used an aloe-based lotion to ensure that he did not get razor burn anywhere. It was time to reverse the restraints. Once the spreader bar was on the floor I undid the ankle restraints. I moved forward and slowly released each arm placing it on his bare chest.

As I removed the headphones, I half expected to hear music but it seems that the recording had already ended.

I asked him to sit up so that I could remove the hood. As it came off he asked, “ does this make me worthy?”

“It does,” I replied. “You do have one last step for your transformation to be complete. Remove your robe and don the flight suit as My Recruit.”

With that, he stood and let the robe fall onto the bench. I handed him the flight suit which he quickly put on. With it zipped up to his navel he suddenly dropped to his knees and asked, “ Is this how others will know that I am Your Recruit. I knew what he meant, hanging from my right hip was a locked chain collar. He had proven that he was worthy of training. With the collar securely locked around his neck, he stood slowly. “Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.” He moved over to the sports bag and pulled out a small bottle of champagne. “Permission to celebrate, Sir.”

Yes, Recruit, I think we should. Let us head upstairs so that we may do this properly. As they say, the rest is classified.