I didn’t even come 22 years old, as I graduated from the Faculty of Mechanics and Mathematics of the Moscow State University named after Lomonosov.

After graduating from the most complex faculty of the most complex university of the greatest country in the world, I naturally faced the question of military service in the ranks of the Russian army, since I could not find a way to get to the military department in a timely manner and did not bother with that. Russian thinking that and so slip. Not slipped ..

The current cost of a military ticket in Moscow is 180,000 rubles. I did not have 6 thousand dollars just to go and buy myself a military ID, in this regard, I had to look for other ways to get rid of the army.

I found myself printed out the Schedule of Diseases of the Government Decree and began to study everything to the smallest detail, looking for the smallest thread on which I could claim the category "B", which means Restrictedly fit or not in peacetime.

Unfortunately, I live on a residence permit with my conservative parents, who believe that everything should be right and done according to the law. Of course, the authorities and the laws in Russia are not so hot and always have been, but how can you be convinced by a professor of the Mechanics Mechanism who is convinced that he is right? My father thinks that since I was so negligent about studying and did not get points for graduate school, I was in the army and, as you understand, they were not going to help me in any way. I was not going to move anywhere and there was no one to whom, but simply there was no money to rent an apartment. So running from the draft board was simply not possible.

For this reason, armed to the teeth with the knowledge of legislation, read in various decrees, annexes, decrees, sub-annexes and various forums, which tell you how you can avoid getting into the army without having a trump card free of charge, I went to a medical examination in your own "native" RVK.

At first, I thought I was playing with Kare on my hands, because I found 117 reasons why they could not take me to the army, but it turned out that Kare and not a full house, but rather a pair or high hand, were in my hands against the recruiting office . All my legal reasons that I referred to scattered like seeds, like bowling pins. In some cases, they did not see the reasons for which they could give me the use of this right, in others it turned out that I misinterpret this paragraph without understanding its true meaning, in the third I read another clause of one code that contradicted my meaning and then in two contradictory clauses of the code and the ruling we should have been based only on what was written in the code, and not on the ruling. Although I understood that there is no third party, where it would be stated that if, on one issue, clauses of code and decisions that contradict each other were encountered, then it is necessary to give preference to the code rather than the decision. It is clear that everything was decided by their power and their ability to do as they like.

And so, I have already passed half of the doctors, who believed that I had no reason for gastritis, flat-footedness, curvature of the spine, vision, and so on. I almost came to terms with the fact that I would have to go to the army until I got into the office at the psychologist and made a desperate attempt, which I will remember all my life.

I knocked and opened the door of the psychologist office of the military registration and enlistment office, where a pretty young woman with a serious face was sitting.

"Hello!"

"Hello! Are there any complaints? ”

“In what sense?”, I said, urgently inventing what can be said to the psychologist to retract.

"Do you consider yourself mentally healthy?"

"I dont know..."

“Hmm ... Okay! Did you have any insane in your family? ”

"Not"

"Are you a normal orientation?"

“That's it!”, I thought, “Orientation! How could I forget? It's a release. ”

"No, I ... well, in general ... blue," I said, looking at her frowningly.

"Blue? You know, our minority sex groups do not serve in the army ... ”

"What do you mean?", I did utter surprise

"Yes ... but you must pass the test to confirm ... agree?"

"Of course!"

"Take off your panties ..."

I took off my pants and shorts and was calm for my friend, since he wouldn’t stand against me for anything. Firstly, when I am not nervous, he doesn’t get up, secondly, I do a lot of onanism and just don’t lift it, thirdly, I’m only getting on RZD instantly, but I think it will not be guessed. And then she took off her robe and stayed in one bra, panties and high-heeled shoes. Do you think I'll write now that I was shocked by what she did? Nope ... Only aliens and a descending god can shock me in life, and since everything else is completely doable in real time, it does not claim to be extraordinary.

I calmly watched how this pretty girl or even a young woman came up to me, took my testicles in her palm and began to stroke them and knead them a little.

“How long have you considered yourself blue?” She asked, going around me from behind.

"From school", I lied in full.

Then I felt as if she had started from behind now in my groin with her leg. And lowering his eyes, he saw her sexy leg in a beautiful bodily stocking, through which her sexy fingers could be seen. I turned back and saw that she was sitting in the chair and lifting the leg stroking my cock.

“Do not dare to turn around!” She barked at me.

I stood motionless, trying to think about anything and do everything so that my friend did not get up.

"Mm ... but can you imagine what will happen to you if I write to you now is not Restricted, but fit with minor restrictions due to the fact that you are bisexual and feel the need for anal sex?", She said in a flirting voice and continued to rub at me in the groin, "You will be led out in front of the whole system and will announce that you are a fagot and you are asshole! Believe me, you will be collectively raped on the very first day! And it is true. You will wash all dirty socks ... you will clean all toilets too ... you will play the role of the female too ... "

“If they fuck me, then they themselves are fagots ... and that's it! It means they will also have a rooster! ”, I said in a trembling voice.

"Do you live at what time?" Nowadays, dear, only those whom they have lowered are considered fagots, and not those who omit. So, only you will be a fagot both real and one for the whole part ... Do you want me to do this to you? ”

"Do not! Please !!! ”, I said, and then I realized that my dick was beginning to get up.

“Turn around!”

I turned and she lifted the second leg to my face, continuing to rub the second in my groin.

"Kiss your fingers!"

I could not stand it and really just dug my lips into her fingers, pads, began to suck on her heels. My dick became just stone. I wildly wanted to masturbate.

"Well, that's all, pervert ...", she said, removing the leg from my face, "you are not blue. And just a pervert! So, good! "

She gave me a stocking, napkins and showed me a screen. I did not understand at first and hesitated, and did not know what to do.

“What is there to understand? Go for the shirmochku, sniffy stockings and quickly dodrachayay! You have two minutes ... "

I grabbed her stockings, ran behind the screen, began to sniff it and quickly masturbate. Never has the smell of a woman's stocking been so divinely exciting.

While I was jerking off, I heard her say:

“Your happiness, that I am a doctor and I can’t help you to finish off, as it is very harmful - to get very excited and not to finish ...”

I'm just unreal finished on what happened.

I finished the napkins, crumpled them up and threw them into the basket, after which I approached her.

“I got on my knees!” She said, pointing her finger to the floor.

I knelt before her.

“So now I am writing you a reprieve for half a year, until the next call. And so it will be every six months to 27 years. You will do whatever I tell you. If you do not fulfill at least one of my orders, then I promise you that you will become fagot for sure! Believe me, being a fagot in the army is worse than a prison.In prison, no one touches roosters if they sit quietly under the bunk and give patrons, and in the army you will not only be raped, but beaten ... ", she said, giving me some paper in hand," I'll call you herself..."

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