The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The material started their evening routine by removing their R-Class uniforms and hanging them in their lockers.

Zero-thirty-three felt great in his R-Class-Uniform. He looked himself up and down in the mirror in their room. Rubber suited with a bald head, he felt strong. It was really something great denoting his status.

“Na, are we a little narcissistic?” said Zero-thirty-four.

“Don’t you like my brick like forearms?”

Zero-thirty-four and Zero-thirty-three giggled.

It was time, the suit had to go. Zero-thirty-three opened the metal door of their locker and hung their R-Class uniforms up. He checked his heavy duty boots to see if they needed any shining or spit polishing and put them in their place. Then he put his mittens and headpiece into their compartments.

His personal locker held only a tube of cream for smoothing the skin and his data pad. They were not allowed personal items. In a way, it was reliving. They could just concentrate on training and were not distracted. However, he hoped to be able to write a little email to his mother, maybe on their rest day.

“Stop staring at your locker Zero-thirty-three.” Zero-thirty-two smiled at him when he yelled the friendly instructions. “Get your ass over here and get it cleaned.”

“Oh, should I check if yours is properly fitted for the night?” Zero-thirty-three bantered.

The Sanitary saddle rose. He felt the penis clamp close and the warm water from the enema tube in his ass. There are few things that are as relieving as a proper back cleaning. He smirked when GUMS told him he was ready for the night.

Zero-thirty-two put his thumb in the butt plug and started wiggling it.

“Stop it.” Zero-thirty-four shoved Zero-thirty-two away.

“Just trying to help”

“It is time to go to bed, brother. Do that to your bunkmate.”

Zero-thirty-three lay down next to his rest station mate, Zero-thirty-four. He noticed that he had more hair on his chin. It would require a more thorough shave there each morning. Also, he had grown some muscles. He started feeling Zero-thirty-four.

“Oh, you’re getting more hair on your chest and face as well.”

“Yeah.”

Zero-thirty-four started fondling his bunkmate.

“You too.”

“This Guardy guesses that it has something to do with the drugs and exercise regime.”

Zero-thirty-three thought back to life before joining. He knew it was not long ago, but it felt like ages. Now he felt motivated and much more focused. He had received some commendations for good performance on the tests. On the other hand, zero-thirty-two had been reprimanded for his behavior a couple of times by the drill instructors.

“You seem to be doing well here in the guard.”

“It has to be a family affair.”

Zero-thirty-three had shared some of his suspicions that his dad was one of the senior guardsmen with Zero-thirty-four. When they had time, they shared more and more of their thoughts.

There were not many times of the day when they were not under discipline either by their GUMS-Earpiece or the supervision of an instructor or big brother. Surrendering most decisions to computers or their superiors, who in turn got most of their instructions from the GUMS, had become the norm and at times it felt really good.

Both looked into each other’s eyes and zero-thirty-three started talking. “I wish to tell you something. The last weeks with both of us so close together, training and getting ready...” His voice trailed off.

Zero-three-four replied. “I think I know what you want to ask me and the answer is yes.”

Zero-three-three’s face lit up with a smile. The awkward moment was over. “So, do you want to marry me?”

“Yes Sam.” Zero-three-four used his civilian name. This was something only lovers did. He hoped that he wouldn’t get punished for it.

They embraced each other tighter in a long, gentle hug and started kissing heavily.

Six-oh-five came around to their rest stations.

“Time to put my chatty, big babies to sleep.” He said as he took the night earpieces out of their charging cradles and attached them to their ears. A small diode lit up and showed the earpieces were properly set. Six-oh-five removed the daytime earpieces and put them into their cradles.

“Time for the babies’ good night kiss.” Zero-thirty-four’s and Zero-thirty-three’s muscled bodies tensed and then they smiled as their big brother kissed them on the forehead.

“Good night big brother and thank you.”

Zero-thirty-three heard the slight buzz of his night time earpiece. The familiar, trusted voice started talking to him; reinforcing the day‘s lessons. “Love your R-Class uniform – obey the guard and the master – train – silence – discipline – structure.” The boys started their peaceful slumber.

During the technical training phase of their induction they were given a standard rest period of sleep. They were allowed to sleep a full 8 hours. When it was time to wake up, GUMS spoke to them. “Material, you are awake. Change your earpiece and then get up.”

Mechanically, both changed their earpieces and got up. A slight beep told each of them when their day earpiece had securely attached itself. Its clamps fit tightly inside the ear, filling it totally. Both pushed back their rubber cover sheet on their bunk bed and stepped down the metal ladder.

They went through the normal morning routine of washing, shaving, sucking the food dispensers and getting walked somewhere blindly. This morning they were taken to the tank suit workshop. They moved easily through the thoughtless, mechanical routine.

When zero-thirty-three came to a stop and opened his eyes; he was outside the tank suit workshop under the “Become a guardsman—be a man” poster. The poster showed a muscular guardsman watching his brother rappelling down a building. He was smiling and giving everyone a thumbs up. The picture had been taken in front of a beautiful alpine scene. It was a perfect example of the usual smiling, happy guardy propaganda widely used.

“Step in.” said a voice and the door titled “tank suit workshop” opened. Inside was D-0505-488-725. He had a Slavic looking face topped by a high-and-tight haircut. He was one of the tank suit technicians.

“Boys, today you will get your first chance to use the guard’s various tank suits. These suits are specially designed to withstand all kinds of hazards including bullets, knives, sharp objects, riots and most gasses. Once they are closed and locked they can only be taken off with consent of the wearer. You have to set a password and keep that in mind.”

Seven-two-five went over to the first suit in line. “This is the SAAB-TS-200 Tank suit. It is standard issue for each guardsman. It has several features. As you will notice, the right arm extends into a fully functional hand. It is, of course, protected by a thin layer of the suit material.

On the other side, the fingers are not usable. This arm contains a pain stick, handcuffs, a gun, a stun gun and a supplementary claw. That is for the standard suits.

Later, with new opportunities to serve, you may get additional functions.

The suits are air- and watertight. The backpack contains a 10 min supply of air. If you wear the helmet, then air intake will be filtered.

They are operable on a 100 hour basis continuously. They have their own satellite GUMS-Up and downlink as well as the usual cell phone features. You can operate the suits through your mouth pieces. These attach to the upper and lower row of teeth and can be used for data entry.”

The dark gray tank suits consisted of a lower body part, an upper body part and a helmet. Normally, the upper and lower body parts were worn together. The helmet was optional and only worn during operations because the public had the right to see the face of the guardsman. It was beneficial to see the guardsman’s face to build trust and to make them look more human.

However, in some operational situations they would wear the helmet. It contained a heads-up-display that could function to enhance reality and display information on people. The helmet also connected to a powerful face matching server at the guard headquarters. The guardsman in the suit could tap into everything from surveillance cameras and social networking sites to the Europol’s criminal database. The helmet could also block out the guardsman’s surroundings completely to show induction videos or be used as a computer terminal.

Input was either voice based or done silently with the teeth guards. The tongue could manipulate and enter data. This technique was already a great relief to disabled people all over Europe. As with their earpieces everything they did was recorded and stored on big servers for performance analysis or if any questions arose.

The suit itself was a manifestation of the guard’s ideology that heavily emphasized uniformity in appearance and unity in action. So the only individual identification was the tag number on the right breastplate and on the back of the suit.

“You will now insert yourselves into the suits. Remove your clothing and hang it to the lockers next to your alcove. Then put the little cable into GUMS-Earpiece and step into the trousers. As you will notice, there is a special apparatus that can deals with your waste.”

Zero-thirty-one went in first. Getting nude in front of his guardsman was nothing new for him.

“He looks great in his A-Class-uniform.”

“Gee, but unfortunately we have to wear stuff otherwise our asses wouldn’t be safe.”

“Shut up.”

Zero-thirty-one put his penis into a black rubber condom that safely enclosed it. He noticed how the trousers inserted a butt-plug into his ass. The plug wiggled. His normal guard underwear was softer and felt different but not so different as to disturb him or even really be uncomfortable. The condom was not made of rubber alone, it included a material that could inflate and deflate as needed to change size.

“Did it wiggle?”

“Yes.”

“Good that was the sign it’s ready.”

The upper body part descended and enclosed his upper body and arms. He could hear the seals close.

“Ok, connect the cable of the upper armor to the earpiece.”

Once he did this, GUMS told him he was connected.

“It’s tight.”

“It has to be.”

Zero-thirty-one was inside the suit. It covered everything from feet to yoke neck collar.

“How does it feel?”

“Similar to the R-Class-Uniform.”

“This is your suit. It will become you second skin. You will learn to live, work and love in it! Ok, now we will get each of you into a suit and then I’ll show you some basic features.”

After all of the material had been suited up, Seven-two-five went around with the teeth guard inserter and shoved the device into each of the materials mouths. Zero-thirty-three felt how the dildo shaped device inserted into his mouth. It attached sensors to his teeth. For a moment he choked but tried to put a brave face onto it.

“Now, put on the helmets.”

Zero-thirty-three put on the helmet that was mounted next to him on a small pedestal. With a audible click, it connected to the rest of the suit. The helmet came online and GUMS greeted him.

“Welcome Material A-8007-399-033. I will show you some functions of your new tank suit. Just follow the instructions and we will become one.”

The over-head display lit up and he was walked through a menu with settings for the suit. He played around with the mouth interface and got quickly more and more adapt with manipulating his tongue and through it the menus.

GUMS spoke to him again; this time not only through the earpiece but in stereo through the in-suit headphones and simultaneously through hypnotic patterns presented on the heads-up-display. “Your suit can function up to 15 hours without recharging and up to 100 hours without cleaning and resupplying. There is a fuel cell in the back of the backpack. Now I’ll walk you through the input mechanism of your left hand. As you noticed, it doesn’t end in a hand piece like your right hand does. Your right hand is for using delicate pieces of equipment. Your left hand can be used as a pistol, a stun gun and to grab things. It also has a pain inducer.”

Zero-thirty-three started playing around with the possible settings in his left arm. It felt heavier to move than the right one, which ended in just a thickened, rubber clad hand.

In his headphones he heard the voice of big brother. “OK material, time to stop fiddling around and step out of the alcoves.”

“How do we do that?”

“Just turn off the settings menu and go in training mode.”

The heads up display went translucent and showed his surroundings in the normal light of the cavern. He noticed a little map overlay in the bottom of his field of vision. It had dots denoting his brothers and a blinking one denoting his big brother. He stood in front of them in his own tank suit. It was a similar model to theirs just looking a little bit more used, as if it had seen action.

“Form the line.”

The family unit fell in the familiar line and closed their eyes, as they had been trained. They were walked through the cavern.

In the control room our two familiar, rubber clad suit technicians watched the adaption of the suits to their new owners and the adaption of the new owners to their suits.

“So how is the newest batch doing with their suits?”

“Good, you know the breast armor always nicely emphasizes their muscles. That Zero-thirty-one guy is really well developed.”

“This guardsman didn’t ask you for possible partners B-2727-788-011.” The senior guardsman used his full designation to show his disapproval.

“Sorry master. See, they are all doing well as we expected from the initial scans.”

The screen showed them in some kind of adult playground where GUMS put them through a variety of exercises.

The material didn’t know there was a mission mode in which there was no override and a training mode in which the suit could be made to resist its wearer, have glitches and even be made to exercise its wearer and exhaust him completely.