I returned from a visit to Bangalore, India in July 2001. While I was there, I was feverishly excited about going to visit the Pioneer Training Ground where I had witnessed so much sadistic hazing while I was growing up.
After three or four days getting over my jet lag, I finally was able to get away from home to the Pioneer Training Ground. I hailed an autorickshaw (weird three wheeled contraptions) and as it farted its way down to the regimental training ground, I felt butterflies of anticipation fluttering in my stomach, and my _c_o_c_k_ tented up in my trousers.
Horror of horrors! Once I reached there: a) structures had been put up so a lot of the parade ground was no longer able to be seen from the road. b) the sun baked parade ground was silent and bare. The only sight was of pretty young jawans in work fatigues: white cotten vests and green shorts sweeping the grounds and doing various menial tasks.
The only turn on about the scene was the shorts that the jawans wore. When I lived in Bangalore in the eighties, they wore big baggy green shorts. Now the shorts were much better tailored to accentuate cute boyish arses, and I got a real turn on when some of the jawans bent over - - yummy soft black hairless legs, nicely accentuated tushes with the most tempting clefts.
Way off in the distance, I could see soldiers being given some sort of lecture, but when it came time for drill, they were led away behind some sort of building.
_c_o_c_k_ dripping with precum, filled with weary disappointment, I hailed another auto and headed down to the Reserve Police Training Ground down the street. The Reserve Police is a sort of paramilitary wing of the police, and even though they were not hazed as severely as the soldiers, I had gotten a lot of pleasure watching them be cuffed on the head and slapped by mildly sadistic NCOs.
It seemed I was in luck: police training was going on. But after spending a considerable amount of time, standing on a stone and peering over the wall watching the police recruits be trained, I was filled with sick disappointment. Political correctness has evidently found its way to the Reserve Police Force. No corporal punishment was in evidence. The NCos yelled a bit, but I didn't even see the sort of push ups and incentive physical training that one might see with American marines being hazed by their DIs.
Was India going to be a disappointment? No, luckily not. Let me tell you all about it in the next installment of Bill and Ted's excellent sadistic adventures.