| Mitchell - Smooth Privates (M410) |
Colin knew the Army would make unusual demands on him, but decided it was worth it for the honour of serving King and Country in exciting places, far and near, like The Falkland Islands and Aldershot. So when a new Major took over his unit and announced that he was looking for a Batman, Colin applied, realising that if he impressed, it might be a ticket to all sorts of interesting and exotic places.
There were several hopeful applicants. The Major explained to them that having spent a lot of time in the tropics, he had concluded that certain hygiene practices were a prerequisite for any man wanting to be his personal valet. In a nut shell, it meant shaving their privates. What is more, he told them he would carry out the necessary adjustments himself, the first time, so they knew exactly what would be required of them. This announcement was sufficient to whittle down the candidates to one. Colin, who was made of sterner stuff, got through.
He did start to wonder if he'd made the right decision when the major stripped off to perform the delicate initiation ritual. That revealed that he obviously didn't follow the same rules himself. By then Colin was committed, trussed up in a particularly compromising position.
The procedure turned out to be a lot more comprehensive than he'd been led to believe. Fifteen minutes later, not a single hair remained on his body below the waist, not an inch of it remained untouched by the Major's calloused hands. His legs and undercarriage gleamed with a soothing razor lotion.
"Excellent", the Major observed, studying the results of his efforts, "I don't think I need to look any further for my batman". He released Colin's ankles from the bed posts. "Now I'll fetch the shorts I want you to wear. You may find them a little tight, my last man was not quite as well-built as you, but I always think, the briefer they are the better, for bigger men like you. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, Sir" Colin replied, jumping to attention.
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