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Recruit Rau had tried everything to get out of daily drill. He had the physical stamina to withstand the long periods of physical strain and beating from the sun, he just didn't enjoy doing the same thing for hours on end. Unfortunately, his attention span was short, thanks to years of pampering by his mom.
Rau's parents divorced when he was five and he'd spend most of his time with his mom in Los Angeles. But in the summer, he'd spend a few weeks with his father. Rau never really liked his father and grew tired of his constant belittling. One summer, Rau's father began the tradition of forcing Rau to dress like a girl and act like his father's girlfriend. From that first vacation on, the tradition continued and Rau soon grew quite accustomed to the taste of cum.
However, Rau never grew accustomed to his dad's harassment and decided to join the Marine Corps to show his father he wasn't a pussy. His mother freaked out when he enlisted and always had a hard time with it. Rau was in decent shape, so he figured he would do just fine. But the first day of processing shook his rich boy mentality. Rau immediately realized joining the Marine Corps had been a huge mistake. The constant yelling and endless drills quickly became too much for Rau. He decided to make boot camp a little easier for himself and he hatched a scheme to get himself reprieved from drill.
His first attempt to escape drill practice came during the third-week Confidence Course. After completing the course, Rau faked a leg injury. His drill instructors were skeptical, but they sent him to the medics for a check. At medical, they found nothing wrong with him and Rau was sent back to his platoon. When he returned, his drill instructors took advantage of his "healed leg" and ran the entire platoon until they dropped from exhaustion. That night, Rau decided he wanted out of the Corps entirely—not just the drills.
Rau figured the only way to get out of the Marines was to fake a debilitating condition no one would be able to challenge. So two days later, he complained to his drill instructors that he was starting to lose his vision. The drill instructors knew he was faking this farfetched condition, but—as per regulation—they sent him to the medics. Knowing Rau's exam would come back negative for any vision loss, his drill instructors were itching to teach the rich city-boy a much-needed lesson. To Rau's surprise, the medics could and did check his vision and returned him to his platoon with a clean bill of health.
Rau's entire platoon grew more and more annoyed with him and started harassing him in the showers. One time, when a group of recruits caught Rau bending over to pick up his dropped soap, they grabbed him and dry-humped his ass, threatening to rape him if he didn't stop fucking around. Also, the senior drill instructor made Rau stay up at night and clean the entire head with his toothbrush while everyone else slept. Rau still hadn't learned his lesson and grew even more determined to plot his way out of the Corps.
A few days after cleaning the head, Recruit Rau tried once again—
in vain
—to get out of the Corps by complaining of a fever. He thought it would be easy to fake a fever by using friction. When the medic wasn't looking, Rau planned to vigorously rub his hands together to heat up the thermometer, making it seem he was deathly ill. After lunch, his platoon had some personal time, so he decided to put his plan into action. Rau sauntered up to his senior drill instructor's door and began sharply rapping on the metal.
Knock . . . knock . . . knock!
Rau waited a few minutes without response, then loudly stated, "Sir, Recruit Rau requests permission to speak to the Senior Drill Instructor, sir."
Rau stood impatiently in front of the door and was lifting his hand to knock once again, when a strong commanding voice bellowed, "Come in, and make it quick." Rau quickly entered the small prison-like room and stood nervously at attention in front of Senior Drill Instructor Haring, who looked up from his paperwork and scowled. "What do you want recruit?"
The whole platoon had greatly suffered the senior drill instructor's wrath and Rau knew the power he wielded. Suddenly doubting the wisdom of his plan, Rau quietly stammered, "S-s-sir, this recruit feels feverish and requests permission to see the medics, sir."
"
You god damn pussy
," Haring screamed, rising to his full 6'5" height, causing Rau to twitch in his boots. Haring loomed above him menacingly but Rau remained staring straight ahead. "You've already seen the medics two times this week. I don't think you have what it takes to make it in my Corps, you rich momma's boy," Haring spouted with all the fire and violence only the Marine Corps could create.
But then Haring's mood seemed to shift and he gave Rau a thorough once-over. "According to regulations," Haring said thoughtfully, losing his earlier malice, "I have to send every medical complaint to the medics, so you
will
see the medics tonight on your
own
time—not the Corps'. Then, after you get back from medical, you
will
come and see me at 2000 hours. Do you understand me,
boy
?"
There was something in the senior drill instructor's new tone of voice that bothered Rau more than his yelling. It reminded Rau of how his dad sounded when he made him dress up like a girl for the first time. The thought shook Rau to the core.
Still puzzled by Haring's tone of voice Rau hesitated a few seconds before sounding off, "sir, yes, sir."
Haring dismissed Rau, who then sharply turned around and ran back to his polishing.
After a long day of PT and drill practice, the platoon was finally given personal time at 1830. Rau was using his free time to write a letter to his mother, when he looked at his watch and noticed it was 1900. He decided to continue with his plan and ran off to see the medics.
The entire medical staff was getting very tired of rich-boy Rau's feeble attempts to escape drill and were disgusted by the sight of him. The only one who kept the five medics in line was their superior, the senior medical officer. Unfortunately for Rau, he was out golfing for the day, so the medics had the run of the office. When Rau arrived at medical, he was surprised there were no other patients.