Chapter 5: Psych Test

I approached the attractive black woman with active eyes that were scanning me from head to toe with a singular interest in my crotch. From what I could see looking over the counter, she had a slender build with little to no excess fat on her unless you considered her breast. They were oversized for the rest of her. She beamed as she smiled at me. She’d a face that before even talking to her, I could tell she had a sunny disposition. And despite what had to be the drudgery of putting up with the excessive paperwork of the Army and new draftees, her face matched her outlook. I smiled back, “Excuse me, ma’am, do you think you could help me?”

“Sure, if then you’ll help me.” Her voice was as cheerful as her expression said it would be.

“I’ll be happy to. Could you point me in the direction of Hall G?” I ask leaning on the tall ledge of the typical doctor’s office window counter. I wished the sounds of female voices would restart. The quiet sounded unnatural.

“Well, first you ignore all the other women in the building. And think only of me.” Her joke sounded funnier for some reason coming in her overly pleasant manner.

“Ok done.” I played along when she left a pause for my response.

“Now that you’ve ignored all those other catty women here, do you really need to go to Hall G? Wouldn’t you prefer just to stay here with me?” her quip continued.

“Oh, definitely ma’am.” I bantered. “But the doc says I gotta go to Hall G to make sure I ain’t crazy.”

“You should ignore that old bat. I know lookin’ like you do naked, you ain’t crazy. You just make the women folk crazy.” She said letting what had to be southern roots show.

I was enjoying the back and forth and smiled trying not to look too embarrassed. “You saw me naked. I’m so embarrassed and what would my momma say?”

“Your momma would say ‘that’s my boy.’ And that you’ve got nothin’ to be embarrassed about. And she’d be right. I’ve seen the other guys pass through here naked. They’re the ones that should be embarrassed.” She kept up the kidding; pushing it a little further to the bawdy side.

“Yeah, it doesn’t seem right. You get to see all of us guy’s naked and we don’t get to do the same with you. And you obviously have nothing to be embarrassed by either.” If she wanted to push the conversation raunchier with innuendo, I could do that.

“Oh, honey now you’re gettin’ to my favor before I finish my directions. And sweety have I got some orders for you.” Her overtone wasn’t being all that sly. “When you finally go to Hall G, to get there you walk straight out that door and you run right into it.” She pointed at the door at the end of the hall.

I turned my head and seeing the door said, “Thank you.” Turning back to her I inquired, “And what I can help you with.”

“Oh honey,” her eyes looked down at my crotch and twinkled when they met mine afterward. “You can help me with my bra and panties after I get you out of those clothes of yours. Damn boy, you are making me wet just thinkin’ about it.”

“Ok,” I said; our repartee having taken a hard turn fully into the risqué. “I’ll have to see when the drill Sargent has scheduled me for pleasuring duty. Because I’m betting you’ll find I can be most pleasurable. But I’m sure you could put me to shame.”

“Sweety, you can bet on that.” Her pleasant sunny appearance was more tiger, ready to pounce. “Now get, before that crazy doctor has to examine me, for my court-martial.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said starting toward the door.

Before I got a full step towards the door the nurse said, “Ma’am is an officer or my momma. I’m just Teriyaki ... Teri. My momma thought the Chinese were going to own the place when I was born. I hate to say it, she isn’t that bright.” She explained after seeing my reaction to her name. She’d probably said that same thing every time someone saw or heard her name for the first time.

“Yeah, we can’t pick our parents. But, we can pick how we knock them off, Teri.” I said starting my walk to the door with her laugh at my back.

I knocked on door one-fifty, which looked like every other door in the building except for the number in the center. I was disappointed when a guy opened the door. My luck with women lately had been very good, and I didn’t think meeting with a male shrink would go as well. He welcomed me in telling me his name was Dr. Bragan. He had me sit in a chair, not a couch. From behind his desk, he asked, “So how do you like the Army so far?”

“Well doc, you are a doctor?” I asked.

“Yes, of course, I am.” The indignation at my question was evident.

“Then I have to say drill is ok. But, so far not anything that is going to break me. I think that’s what they’re trying to do. Break us so that we’ll be more susceptible to doing things their way.” I answered his original question. “Also I found the bus ride in, a lot of fun. But that was because I got screwed. Because Megan wanted to not because some General somewhere ordered it. Don’t get me wrong being told I have to fuck a good-looking doctor is far from what I was expecting at basic training. Because I really don’t need that kind of training.”

He didn’t seem surprised at all by my additional comment only by the mention of the doctor. “Doctor? It was supposed to be Specialist Foster both times.” The forty-something psychiatrist questioned, looking at a computer screen on the corner of his desk.

“I heard that. But she was busy doing something or someone else, so Dr. Corvin stepped in.” I stated like it was normal for a doctor to step in and fuck a patient. Well, the whole idea of getting screwed during a physical was beyond anything I would’ve ever guessed. “And what do you mean my both times? We only had the one screw.”

The shrink ignored my question. Instead, he typed furiously on his keyboard muttering under his breath, “She won’t even let me lick her pussy because she is married. Like that means something and then lets some draftee fuck her. Fuckin bitch.” I guess I wasn’t supposed to hear his tirade, but despite liking to go out and shoot my guns. My ears were rarely subjected to any loud noises. I never wore earbuds, since my dad always said using them or listening to loud music would make it so I couldn’t hear a copperhead sneaking up on me in the woods. When the abuse of the keyboard at the hands of Dr. Bragan ended, he stated louder looking at the screen. “Lying cunt, Specialist Foster’s last patient encounter ended ten minutes before your exam started.”

Looking at me finally he answered my question, “Yes twice. After this interview, you’re to go back to the infirmary and finish your recovery test.” More gently than the time before, Dr. Bragan typed on the keyboard to bring something up on his screen. I couldn’t see it but it made him happy. Looking at his watch he said, “We have twenty-five minutes to get through this, so let’s get started.”

“Ok shoot,” I said ready for anything he might ask until he asked his first question.

“What is a war crime? What I mean is what is your definition of a war crime?” the doctor asked.

I sat still for a minute trying to figure out what answer he was looking for. After running a couple of answers through my head, I realized I didn’t know what was the right answer. So I gave him an observation as a definition, “What I have seen called a war crime is anything someone on the losing side does that the winning side doesn’t like. After all the winners get to write the history books and decide right and wrong.”

“So genocide or torture are ok?” The doctor asked leaning into his desk like he couldn’t wait to hear my reply.

“Again, I guess that depends on who is doing the torturing and if in the end, their side wins,” I said flatly.

“Interesting it says here you are from Ratbite.” He laughed, “You people down south have some interesting names for your towns. Anyway, if a person in your town was hiding a Muslim extremist. One that had set off a bomb in the town’s grade school. Would you torture ... let’s say her, to get the extremist location?”

“Yep,” I said without hesitation. Then I told him, “For a year to pay for college, I was a lab assistant. It was a lab that did medical research. And I had to take blood from the mice we experimented on. Do you know how you get blood out of a mouse without killing it?” I asked but didn’t let him answer. “You take a capillary tube and hold the mouse down and roll its eye out of its socket. Then stick the tube in behind the eyeball and nick the optic vein and the blood comes up the inside of the tube. Now some people would call that torture, I called it my job. And to be honest I think the mice deserve better than someone supporting killing innocent kids.”

“So you wouldn’t have any problems inflicting pain on them?” He asked.

“Nope.”

“What about psychological torture. Let’s say rape or sodomy?”

“Assuming they were given a way out first. Nope.”

“Do you think these are normal answers for someone that wants to be a doctor? I mean you sound like a disciple of Mengele.”

“You’re kinda making my point for me. Had the Germans won the war, we’d be celebrating him while speaking German. But no, he actually killed people, and nothing you’ve said would kill them. And he didn’t give his subject a way out. In your hypothetical all the woman has to do is say where the person is.” I pointed out

Dr. Bragan furiously typed his impressions of what I’d said, before starting a new line of inquiry. “So what do you think it’s going to take to win this war we’re engaged in?”

“I guess you mean short of killing every fucker that lives in that hell hole over in the middle east. Or who follows that fucked up religion?” I asked, trying to frame the hypothetical.

“Yeah assuming that...” The doctor kept typing while he talked. “That we can’t kill that much of the population.”

“Then destroy whatever it is they ‘re fighting for,” I said. ThoughI wasn’t sure what it was the people who set off the nukes in California were trying to achieve.

“Interesting.” The comment was pretty much a throwaway line. “It’s also interesting. You’re the first person to mention the sex during the physical, without being asked about it.”

“I figured you’d know about it.” I leaned forward crossing my arms on the big metal desk. “And, I’m thinking the sex was your idea. Or some other shrink’s brainchild. What was it supposed to tell you about me?”

“Well, had I asked you about it and you lied or shaded the truth. It’d tell me about your honesty or lack thereof. And whether you could be trusted. Or you could act offend I asked about your sex life. It’d tell me you’re secretive.” The doctor explained. “Your reaction is unique. But it does tell me you’re sure of yourself and have few hang-ups when it comes to sex. That you prefer for things to be done on your terms. Otherwise, you’d have waited to see if I brought it up. In which case, it’d be on my terms and not yours. So by mentioning it first, you’re gauging my reaction instead of me getting to gauge yours. That shows a level of interactional intelligence that a test can’t measure.”

“Wow, all that from me mentioning sex with the doctor. I can’t imagine what all you’ll get from the next sexual encounter the army has set up. Especially now, I know it is coming, I’m betting it was supposed to be a surprise.” I surmised.

“Yeah, it does throw any results into question. But Doctor Corvin already did that, with her extracurricular activity. So I guess I just have to make the best of it for my evaluation.” Doctor Bragan said, still typing away on the keyboard. “You can go ahead and head back to the infirmary room two it is in the psych ward. Once there do as ordered. And don’t assume you know what the orders are, based on our conversation.”

“Ok, but I was really looking forward to the Rorshach test. I love good art with vibrant colors.” The comment was not lost on the doctor. He shook his head in disbelief at my poking fun at his profession.

“Maybe next time,” He said as I rose and headed out of the room. Walking back to the infirmary the way I’d come, I ended up in front of the main nurses’ station. Again, some of the medics and nurses stopped their conversations as I walked by and stared. I was beginning to get an idea of how life must be for Melanie.

“Oh honey, I knew you’d come back to me.” Teri hooted doing a bit of a dance behind her desk.

“Don’t you know it,” Our banter picked right back up where we’d left it. “I’ve got a new room I need to find.”

“You can do me right here if you want. No room needed.” She flashed her delightful smile.

“Well, Doc Bragan said I was to find room two in the psych ward,” I informed the eager nurse. “And, you can always join me. If you don’t want an audience.”

“Audience or not, I’m gonna get some of what you got.” She stated, staring at my groin.

“Only some? What, don’t you think you can handle all of me?” I challenged her, gyrating my hips slightly.

“Yeah, some ... From what I saw you’re hung like a horse, and a Clydesdale at that.” She said as a reason for her hesitation.

“I’ve heard that before. And my motto is ‘once in the saddle, you get the full ride’,” I said remembering multiple girlfriends and guys in the locker room shower. Then returning to our bantering tone, “So where is this stall I’m supposed to go to.”

“Your stall is,” She pointed at a second hall, “Down this hall and you take the second right. Then it’s the first door to the left. And by the time my shift is over, I think I might’ve found myself a saddle.”

“If not bareback works, too,” I said winking at her. “I best get to where I’m supposed to be. I’d hate for the Drill Sargent to relegate me to the glue factory. “ I whinnied lightly. So only she could hear it.

I found the room with its padded floor and walls. I felt like I was underdressed. I was missing the straight jacket the room required. I wondered when the maître d’ was going to come in and chastise my attire. Only after walking around the room for a moment did it dawn on me, there was no door handle to get out. I began wondering if it was one more test. One to see how I handled the pressure of confinement, as well as not being in control. I looked at it like crawling under the bob wire while shots were buzzing far overhead. They weren’t going to let me starve to death less than twenty yards from the main nurses’ station.

I lay down on the rubbery floor and reckoned it was a good a time as any to catch a catnap. I waited for what the Army had in store for me next. Ignoring Dr. Bragan’s warning about assuming, I was betting on Specialist Foster coming in and screwing me or giving me a blowjob. I wondered what she looked like. Since Dr. Corvin thought the Specialist was better looking than her. Plus I couldn’t figure out what the deal was with all the sex. It wasn’t like I was going to fuck the enemy to death. But maybe it was the Army’s strategy. Who can say with a government that would spend a grand on a toilet seat?

The silence in the room was deafening, so the sound of the door opening immediately brought me out of my slumber. I opened my eyes but didn’t move my eyes from the tiled ceiling. If the berating was going to start. I’d be happier studying the tiles looking for the pattern. I knew there had to be in the supposedly random punched holes.

“Well hell,” the recently familiar voice said, “I thought you were going to be some old General with a shriveled up dick.”

I turned my head seeing graceful ankles which by themselves were rounded sculptures. But the Michelangelo quality art married thin ankles of petite feet with symmetrically flawless toes. Her perfectly smooth calves, cut with the indentions and curves of an ideal specimen of the female form. The elongated muscles bulged beautifully behind the straight shins without a nick to be seen anywhere. I knew who it was and said, “Sorry just the guy with the little dick. What brings you to the low rent district?”

“Something about a special division, they’re trying to put together,” Melanie said sounding relieved. “They said my last test was easy, I just had to go in here and get the guy in the room to cum either by blowing him or having sex with him; whichever he wanted. And, while my pastor might think it is a sin, I think blowing one old dude to avoid getting shot at is well worth it. And it’s not like I’m a virgin or haven’t had a penis in my mouth.”

“Well, I’m not some old dude,” I said wondering what the Army’s game was. “And I’m betting you signed a paper right before coming in here.”

“How’d you guess? Did they have you sign one too?” She said sitting down next to me. “I didn’t have time to read the whole thing before I signed it. My former boss would skin me alive if he knew I did that. But I evidently have some of the things they are looking for, and I was told the new company wouldn’t be seeing regular action.”

“I was told basically the same thing with the addition of if we ever tell what goes on in this new platoon or company. We could face the firing squad. I’m also betting that failure to follow orders to the letter will get you bounced out.” I looked back at the ceiling, hoping to delay my erection a few minutes more. “What exactly were your directions before coming in here?”

“Like I said I was to make you cum by either blowing you or having sex with you. Which shouldn’t be that bad you’re cute enough.” She said with southern belle charm thrown in. “Oh yeah, I was to tell you, you have to hold off cumming for at least ten minutes once we start. But we have to be done in thirty minutes from the time I came in the room.”

“Great nothing enhances the mood like putting a clock to it,” I said to whoever was watching us through the camera in the ceiling. “You sure that is it, no other restrictions or requirements?”

“Yeah, there is one other one. But it shouldn’t be a big deal. I have to take all of you. The way the nurse described it was a bit graphic,” Melanie said the disapproval not hidden. “She said, I had to have your balls on my chin or tight against my butt. And then she laughed like it’d be hard to do. But with your little dick how hard could it be?”

“Well, I guess that depends on me?” I said realizing she missed the double meaning. “But Megan and I may have misled you a bit. And while they said it was up to me. I’ll leave it up to you. But what I can say is, I think intercourse will be easier on you.” I stood up with every intention of showing her how badly we had lied but was cut off.

Once I was standing in front of her, Melanie tried to put her hands inside the waistband of my shorts. “What are you shorter than three inches?” Her face was slightly below my groin as I unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts. Shortly thereafter, they and my boxers were around my not so graceful ankles. My dick unfolded from its resting state and dangled before her eyes. Her staring at me started its growing.

The head of my cock pointed at her face for a moment as it filled with blood growing and standing on its own. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open not intending my dick to enter but in pure amazement. “You two didn’t just mislead me a little. You’re fucking huge. You have to have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” Her hand shook a little when she hesitantly reached out to touch me. The touch was electric sending jolts to my brain from the points of contact.

The reticent fingertips on my dick finished hardening it. The skin was pulled tight along my cock letting her fingertips slide down to my hanging sack getting the final contour of it. Her gliding touch ended at the base where she tried wrapping her hand around me. When she started enclosing my shaft in her hand I knew she wasn’t going to get her fingers all the way around it. Since not even I could do it when I beat off. She brought her other hand up pressing its heel to the first ones, having the two go completely around my meat stick. Her hands stayed unmoving for a few seconds; the heat from my cock warming her cold palms.

When Melanie released her hands; she stretched one out nestling her pinky at the hairy root of my dick and her thumb over halfway up the rod. She proceeded to inchworm her pinky to the tip of her thumb and stretch the palm again, flat on the underside of my dick. The head ended up over halfway up her palm; then I understand she was getting my dimensions. Her hands completely freed from my dick, she held them up in front of her face. She put them together in a circle making her fingertips match up where they had when encircling my cock. Staring at the donut hole her hands were making. Then she uttered, “Oh fuck,” staring at my hard cock. Going back to her crude measurement she put her hands together in how they’d have been getting the length of my dick. Again holding them up eyeing the distance they made she shook her head, “No fucking way. There’s no way I’m going to put that in my vagina ... It won’t fit.” Melanie’s blue eyes had lost the twinkle they’d had the first time I truly talked with her. Again looked at my stiff organ, and moved her jaw around, “Yeah a blowjob ... I think I can do that.” She muttered to herself.

Pulling herself to her knees she pressed her lips to the underside of my rock-hard cock with little to no foreplay. I knew we had a time constraint. Yet, I really would’ve loved seeing the body, a goddess would kill for, hidden under her army green. She worked her lips up my shaft using her hands to spread the slippery spit out over more of my dick. Gradually she went up the length of my dick. Melanie paused to lick the deep groove of my caps origin. When her lips pressed to my engorged dark head, they were as pliable as the skin they pressed against. The whole time Melanie traversed my cock, I’d my fingers stroking her golden locks.

Her tongue went down into my piss slit as her lips encircled it having reached the apex. I was panting and groaned a bit loudly at the attempted insertion of her tongue in my urethra. Having only the tip of her tongue on my spongy head brought forth the first of the pre-cum. It was the first indication Melanie was a swallower. She licked up the secretion as it exited; swallowing it down without a word.

Backing up slightly from my head, Melanie said very clinically, “Let’s give this thing a whirl. Now you have to hold out for the whole ten minutes. I’ll help as much as I can to keep you going.” Her mouth slid over the top of my dick. Her lips flattened the flare of my cock head as it passed into her oral cavity. Little by little, I felt my cock go further into her moist cavern pressing down her tongue, while I filled more of the vacant space. Her stretched lips grazed my shaft accommodating the bulging veins running along it. Her uvula was brushing the front of my cock’s head while her lips were barely halfway to the pubic hair at its base.