The guard: making of guardsman 8007-A-399-033
Prologue
“Mom I don’t want to join them“, Sam complained. “But Sammy we have talked so often about it, your Dad would be proud of you“, Mum replied.
“I don’t want to be a gay rubberman”
“You know that’s not true and besides that neither your Dad was after he left and it paid for his college degree”
“But you heard the rumors”
“Rumors, he was a loving husband and you know we can’t pay for your education. All I want you is to go to the center and get yourself tested.”
The testing
Mother took him to the guard compound on the outskirts of town with her small car and park near the tall concrete wall. It was a short and silent walk to the little house of near the people entrance. Sam showed the printout of the appointment to the tanked guardsman.
“Ah Sam Brownes, I see you have an interview today and are eager to join us”
Sam moaned. “Eager not really but my Dad was guardsman”
“That’s the best stock; I think you will enjoy it.” Said the guardsman, and held the printed email to the camera lens on his tanksuits collar.
“The computer identifies you and accepts you, step in.”
His mother gave him a kiss.
“I’ll be back at 4 PM to collect you”
Behind the iron door was another door and Sam entered it.
“I welcome you and will bring you to the testing center” said a rubber clad boy, he couldn’t be older than 18 or possible 20, with a tag B-2011-328-799 to Sam. “Just follow me”.
“Are there others to be tested today?” Sam inquired.
“Oh yeah, they will come later.”
They walked around the compound and came to a plain concrete building.
“Here we are“.
On the receptions desk was another rubbered man, black hair 3mm long, about 25 years old, swimmers built, with a tag D-3478-328-410. A little silver earpiece attached to right ear.
“Please put your phone and personal belongings, shoes, and everything into this bag, we’ll hand had it back to this afternoon and step into the testing room.
There was a battery of test: drawing blood, x-rays, doing exercises, putting the potential recruits into the body scanner, to get a clear measurement of height and proportions. In between waiting he was told to sit and watch some informational videos about the work of the guard and how great it was to become a guardsman.
A wrinkled guardsman, but still with a lean muscular body came in. “I have to make some test” and started fondling with Sam’s penis. Felt his muscles and body parts. The physical exam was through and sexual, Sam felt a little bit uncomfortable.
From behind a darkened window a woman and a rubber suited lanky man in his early 30 stood.
“How is our intake process working?”
“Well we are testing them here and the ones which are suitable get taken to the indoctrination room for further testing and some induction hypnosis, so we make sure they return.”
Said the bald guardsman in his black rubber-suit with the number E-1999-230-455
“And how is the blond guy with the tussled hair there testing, four-five-five?”
“I guess he will lose his ugly tussled hair soon, he’s got good points so far and his dad was in the guard, he accepts the testing programming readily“, four-five-five smiled.
“Ok, this is the last test; we are going to measure your responses. Just go into the reclining seat, put your arm on the arm rest and then press the left button if you like it and the right one if you don’t like what you see.” D-3478-328-410 instructed, as he glued the ECG and brainwave monitor stickers on Sam’s torso and head. Pausing to strap him in saying “Just for your safety”. Then he placed the headset on eyes and ears. D-3478-328-410 left the room.
“We are ready, he is strapped in and connected to the sensors, but gee that they always have to have this messy hair and just can’t get a clean body”
“He will have soon” four-five-five smiled.
Sam was shown a quick succession of seemingly innocent images: a baby, tree, house, a pair kissing, children, waterfall, the successions of pictures accelerated, they go quicker and quicker, accompanied by a buzzing sound. More pictures came: young nude man, man kissing each other, a penis, boots, and rubber clad figures.
From the secret joint security and defense planning paper
“We found that guardsmen with homosexual tendencies support each other better, they can cope better with stress and difficult situations. They generally rate themselves happier in the survey. These results have been supported by a variety of other studies we have conducted over the last years. The commission therefore supports measures 1 – 7 in the internal policy paper“.
“So how is today’s group?”
“We have two candidates that are responding favorably to the test, Sam Merlins and Max Evans, both of them show high susceptibility, the necessary tendencies, have good bodies. We’re just installing the necessary desire to return and an eagerness to behave until then”
“The full package then, good.”
E-1999-230-455 kissed on the back of D-3478-328-410 shaven head
Acceptance
The letter had come, Sam had been accepted into the Guard. He ran down the stairs to his mothers room and waved it in front of her: “Mum, See I got accepted, it starts the week after my exams”
Mother had first wanted him to join, but when he got into it, she became afraid to lose her boy.
But she was surprised what had happened to her boy in the last months after returning from the guard barracks: he had become more focused on his studies, behaved, not getting drunk and his school grades had improved. “Must be the proximity to his exams, when the boys see it they get more disciplined” the English teacher had told her at the parents evening.
Departure
The day of departure had come; mum had brought Sam to the guard compound at the outskirts of town. The instructions in the letter were easy: bring ID, smart casual civilian clothing for two days, last report cards, phone and any other proof of qualifications.
The other recruits were nervously standing outside, all in their late teens or early twenties, saying goodbye to girlfriends, parents and even the occasional boyfriend.
A senior guardsman in his tank suit, though with his helmet opened, stepped outside the door and called: “New Recruits welcome! On your feet and assemble inside, we want to start.” One by one they said goodbye, showed their ideas and went inside. Some trembling, others smiling.
While waiting Sam talked to one of the others, he recognized the face from somewhere.
“Hi I’m Sam, don’t I know you?
“Yeah I think we met at soccer some years ago. I’m Max”
Max was 1,80 lean build and had dirt blond hair hanging in wild bangs down onto his forehead, wearing some skater shirts and baggy pants.
“Why did you join?”
“Didn’t know what to study and three years serving and learning some discipline seems good, besides that I can use the stipend”
They presented their IDs and stepped inside, there was a small holding area and a group of 8 boys stood there unsure what to do. The senior guardsman stepped in: “Boys form up in a row; we will put you on a PC-10 Personal carrier and drive you to the training center at Mount LeBlanc. I’m D-0011-878-057 that is my tag and you will address me as such. For the trip, place your stuff in the back of the PC and then step in. B-3200-077-005 will help you settle in.”
B-3200-077-005 gestured Sam to his designated seat. The seats were high form individual seats with headrests and very comfy. Without saying a word he strapped him in the seats belts, one for the legs, one for the torso and a comfy head rest strap. Sam couldn’t move but the seat was comfy and he waited nervously.
Max tried to make conversation with the driver but he only nodded. The senior guardsman, his salt and paper 5 mm hair, looked at him sternly. “Zero-Zero-Five doesn’t have permission to talk to nonguards so he won’t respond, just sit down and silence for everyone.” The harness went over Max and he remained silent. Facing Sam and nervously smiling.
Once they were all strapped in and buckled the old guardsman sat down, sitting facing them and watched them keeping the silence.
The driver said town, strapped into his harness and off they went. Not really seeing in the twilight of the personal carrier where they were taken to. Everyone silently watching the induction video: some good looking stud explaining the benefits of guards’ service.
At the center
The recruits dizzy in their seats woke up.
“Dismount vehicle – form line – at attention”
Slightly dizzy they waited until B-3200-077-005, chocolate skin; bald head and baby faced came around and unlocked their harnesses, which had kept them safe and comfy in their seats. He gestured them to stand up
The elderly woman had a long career in politics behind her and stood next to a guards’ officer watching the intake of new recruits being processed.
“Well during the induction phase at the training center there we have this intensive regime of exercises, group bonding sessions, sleep hypo commands and a generally gay friendly atmosphere”
“Are they forced to become gay?”
“No, no, it is voluntary, but as you see it increases their happiness and most of them come to agree with that lifestyle dash philosophy, as I have too, over the time of their training”
The woman smiled the program was working well. With gay guardsman girls were safe from rape and attack. It was really a service to the public.
The Senior guardsman signed them off to another Senior guardsman and they were herded into a grey stone corridor by five silent rubber clad figures.
“At attention“ a rubber figure, just some 1,60 with a wiry body stood in front of them in a rubber suit, its voice beaming through the corridor, holding a black 50 cm stick in his hand.
“I’m senior instructor G-0500-878-605 or master to you, you will obey all my orders, or this will happen” the figure turned and poked the sick at a recruit near Sam and the recruit screamed in agony.
“This is setting one; I guess no one wants to experience setting two... clear recruits?”
“Clear,”
“I missed the master”
“Clear master”
“Now recruits, you will process through this door, there are desks, file your ID and your papers with the guardsman behind them, then proceed to the next station.
Five at a time moved into the registration, getting their fingerprints recorder, their identity checked, biometric pictures taken, civilian ID and exams scanned and taken away and a piece of adhesive paper in the hand and a little armband fitted on their left arm.
“That’s it you’re registered and you are 8007-A-399-033 from now on” said a dark skinned rubbersuit. “Move on to the next door”
“Remove your clothing and personal belongings, turn off your phone and put it into this container”
Sam put his stuff in the plastic container, labeled it and waited.
“If I tell you to remove your clothing I mean everything!” yelled the guardsman.
Sam hesitated and reluctantly did it.
“Next room”
Sam smiled as he saw the barber’s chair.
“Now you get the look, besides that it’s just so much cleaner and easier to maintain”
With each clip of his brown hair falling some parts of his previous live fell away.
Still nude he was poked by an instructor with his stick, luckily turned off and pushed to the next room with shower cubicle where a rubberman with a wet rubbersuit stood first time he saw them wear their rubber headpiece. A cap like structure with straps around the chin, leaving the mouth and nose exposed, guard logo on the back of the head. Entire head including the ears covered.
“Here shower with this” He said Sam stepped into Dyson power shower, turning on his 60 seconds of water, layered him down and cleansed the rest of, waiting for the hot air to clean his body.
Still he felt a hot-ish tingle as his body hair dissolved.
“Go to the next room”
Sam saw the shocked faces of the other recruits standing still outside dressed and with hair, waiting for their fate. He glanced at them and entered the next room there were 5 dentists’ chairs, he couldn’t see what was done there.
“I’m going to tattoo you your Guards Identification Number and then put the ID Chip into your left hands palm that will hurt, but not as much as a pain stick, so lay still and don’t complain.” He was given a ball gag and strapped into the chair his left arm attached to an extension. It was only a small stick with a needle and some 4 min ob buzzing on his smooth left shoulder.
“Get up”
Sam looked at the new tattoo on his left shoulder and the mark from the chip implant at his left hand.
Previously soldiers got dog tags now they had implants.
He was pushed outside the room again and stood in the cool corridor, for the first time he noticed the chill of the mountain in which they were. Up to now his body had betrayed him and the adrenaline from the first day had made his heart beat faster.
“At attention”
He heard the master barking.
“Numbers 1 – 40 to the clothes chamber, you will be issued your uniforms, Numbers 40 and above calisthenics to stay warm.”