"Attention!" A strong, woman's voice boomed loudly down the corridor of the bunks, promptly followed by a hustle of feet that lasted only about one second flat as men lined up at the foot of their beds, standing at attention as requested. The Sergeant soon came down the line of men, inspecting them from head to toe as they stood chilled in their underwear which consisted of the standard white tee and light-gray boxers. She was looking over every last thread of their attire down to their all-white crew socks to make sure not a single fiber was out of place in her presence.
As she went down the line, looking left and right from one side of the room to the other, she knew what to expect from the men. They were woken up earlier than normal, something they were not used to, to test them on their attentiveness and alertness from being roused from bed. And of course, with early mornings came unprepared hormone levels, especially with the Sergeant wearing her tight uniform. She came in wearing her usual black and green uniform, unusually tight around the chest and legs. She knew what her job entailed and testing each member of the camp was part of it; Wearing her button-up with a few missing buttons to expose her chest and having her uniform pants tight enough to define her thick ass and thighs so much so that it barely left the pant-crease defined. One would wonder how she could sit in those clothes, but none dare question aloud.
This uniform, tight and teasing, roused not only the members from bed early in the morning but kept their dicks roused from slumber as well. The sergeant knew this was going to happen, and she came prepared for the worst. All the men stood tall as she came making her way through, her heels tapping the cement surface of the floor, her broad-rimmed hat resting low above her eyes.
"Good morning, Privates! What a lovely morning we are having, isn't it? You might wonder why you are all up this goddamn early in the morning. Well, to keep it simple for all you pea-brains, you can expect this to be a random occurrence that will happen on days I see fit! You need to be alert and ready to go as soon as a pin hits the floor, and I mean it. I don't care if you've got your hand down the back of your trousers and up your ass. I don't care if you're taking a shit and that pin hits the floor half way through, you're up and you're ready to go. This is a test and a warning, do you understand what I am saying?"
In a roar came an obedient wave of response in unison, "Ma'am, yes Ma'am!"
"I see most of you are fully awake, more so with your dicks than your brains! Must've had some good fucking dreams, Privates?"
Once again in unison, the men roared back in unison, "Ma'am, yes Ma'am!"
"Good for you! Sleep time is over! What are your dicks doing awake? Good thing your girlfriends aren't here to see this bullshit or they'd leave humiliated pink! What kind of men are you? You ought to all be ashamed of yourselves!"
With some men put to shame indirectly, but the rest unaffected, still in unison they shout back, "Ma'am, yes Ma'am!"
As they respond in unison to their Sergeant, she made her way back down the line, looking directly and shamelessly down to every private's private. One by one she stepped in front of each male and looked down to their erect dicks, "You're good.." - "You're alright.." - "You're acceptable..." - "Holy Jesus' last shit, I didn't know we had a bitch in a camp full of dogs! What kind of fuckery is this?! You wear a size Small and I STILL don't see shit down there!"
Her eyes flared in rage at the sight of the unacceptably sized manhood that stood.. erect.. in front of her. She thrust her hand forward and grabbed him by the balls to make sure it was indeed a dick, looking up into his eyes with a look of utter rage and disbelief. The man could not help but look away, trying to escape her omnipresent gaze. He felt his voice crack and crumble as he squeaked back to her as best as he could, "Ma'am, I am a man, Ma'am!"
And she immediately remarked, "You're a damn lie, private! ALL of it fits into the palm of my hand and it's four o'clock in the morning! In comparison, I'm pretty sure my clit can bench press Private Bubba's entire body and your shamefully erect pecker can't even budge a fly! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Private Wick-Dick!"
The newly nicknamed Private Wick-Dick blushed red, completely unintentional as a result of his manhood's shaming. All he could do was attempt to respond back in his loudest voice, which at this point became nothing but uneasy tones and pathetic shouts, "Ma'am, yes Ma'am!"