Tank dropped himself into the medical chair - hard. And supressed a smile as he heard it creak under his weight. He didn't like the Doc. Too small and puny to be a REAL man. And way too educated to be someone he could trust. But it was his duty to follow orders and the Doc had the authority to give 'em.

The Doc had a big needle out now. He was waving it around and filling it with some medical stuff. Tank just looked at it. Gonna be painful he thought, and pain was good. Taking pain without flinching was the mark of a real man. That's why he was an Aggie. That's where real men were, death or glory, kill or be killed. It turned him on just thinking about that. Death and glory. Kill and be killed. He felt his dick harden again. He looked at the Doc. "C'mon fucker" he thought "Stick that goddam needle in, I want that pain NOW."

The Doc was painstakingly slow, doing everything the way it was supposed to be done, but at last he patted Tank's arm to bring out the vein. And then slid the needle in, slowly, very slowly, emptying its contents into Tanks arm.

Tank was disappointed. There was hardly any pain at all. How could he prove that he was a REAL MAN without some serious pain.

"Just wait there Soldier" said the Doc. "Might be a little dizziness for a few minutes. I'll let you know when to go"

Tank resisted the urge to snort. He was a real man. Some dumb vitamin booster shot or whatever it was called wasn't gonna hurt HIM. But orders is orders...