The guard: making of guardsman 8007-A-399-033
Part 12
The training scenario they had been given was hard but all of their guard training was hard. The full 20 kilos of the suit weighed on them. Sometimes it felt even heavier.
Zero-thirty-four had noticed that they hadn’t even been given a watch. The digital time display inside the suit was only mission time.
“How long?”
“64 hours 22 minutes, mission time.”
“Gosh we have slept in these tin cans now 2 times and it still feels like shit.”
“At least GUMS puts us under, but I can feel my muscles strain.”
“I guess this will be last day of training. The suits recharge in the alcoves. But, as we all learned by heart, we need to clean them at least once every 80 hours.”
“It all blurs together, don’t you think so?”
“At least we get this nice feeling when they reward us.”
He could see Zero-thirty-two smirking under his face plate.
“So, you like having a dildo up in your ass?”
“Sure.”
However the scenario continued. The heads up display screen was super realistic. It was not easy to tell what was labyrinth of training caves and what was induced by their suits. They hunted one another through the caves. They noticed a slight and pleasant tickle in their butt plug or some stimulation on their enclosed penises when a mission goal was accomplished.
One of the instructors came over to them. He was also in a tank suit.
“Material you have performed well.”
Zero-thirty-three saw the instructor put his gloved hand on top of his helmet. A feeling of peace and love swept through Zero-thirty-three’s body and he heard a slight buzzing.
“Thank you master.” His smile was slightly hidden under the faceplate of his suit.
In the control room, D-0505-488-725’s slim, slavic looking features looked even more impressive when they were only dimly lit by computer consoles and monitors. He playfully poked B-2727-788-011’s coffee skinned chest. “Aha, one has just been rewarded.”
“The homey feeling when the masters put their hand on top your helmet, all programmed all thanks to the mighty machine. But well, the family unit 8007-399 seems to be doing quite well.”
“We seem to have some real guardies there.”
“Let’s get them back in.”
GUMS ordered Zero-thirty-three to leave the scenario area along with his unit. They formed a line and marched back to their alcoves. He remembered the instructors telling them, “The alcove is not only for storing the suit; it is you bed and home. You can sleep in the suits while they are being recharged. You can empty yourself and be fed.”
He stepped backwards into the alcove and heard an audible click as the supply lines connected and his helmet opened. The familiar buzzing started and GUMS had them release their bowels. Zero-thirty-three noticed that the evacuation mechanism work; even cleaning his arse. Then he fell asleep.
When he awoke he saw B-2727-788-011’s coffee coloured face smiling at him. “You stink.”
“How long has this guardsman been in this suit?”
“98 hours.”
B-2727-788-011 removed the helmet and put it onto a pedestal. “Here, take something to eat.” He held a nipple bottle to Zero-thirty-three’s mouth. Zero-thirty-three eagerly started to swallow the guard gruel.
“Now get out of your suit. It’s time to clean you and them.”
Zero-thirty-three started peeling himself out of the suit. His muscles were sore from the intensive use in the past three days.
“Assume rest position in line.”
As each one finished getting out of his suit, he joined the line. They all stood, naked, waiting for instructions. Some of them were shivering from muscle over-use. Six-oh-five joined them last.
“Brothers, your stink is unbearable and have stubble on your faces. If one of the instructors notices that we will all get punished. So, form line and into the showers.”
After spending so much time in the suits, it was great to get clean. The last of the unruly hair follicles were scratched off with fanatical delight. Soon, they got a proper meal pumped into their stomachs at the feeding stations. Then they were lead back to clean their suits. It was a most tedious and laborious task. Never the less, each guard had to accomplish it. The instructors used the full force of their pain sticks to ensure compliance.
Only night in the family room brought some relief. Zero-thirty-three looked at zero-thirty and wondered where the muscle development in the smallish Asian boy had come from. Zero-thirty-three had asked zero-thirty for his name. He whispered “Hoki” into zero-thirty-three’s ear. Besides muscling up, zero-thirty wasn’t really performing well. Everyone could see on the performance charts on the monitor in their room. Still he made for a good bottom. His small penis was not really much use for anything else and even after the surgical improvements it wasn’t impressive.
“Boys, bed time.” Six-oh-five announced. Even though GUMS would announce the official bed time, he was eager to have all of them ready before the lights went out. He also wanted to give the boys some time with each other., snuggling up close after the mechanical time in the suits. And as he looked around he could see them having their good time.
When he came to Zero-Thirty-Three’s bed, he just looked at both of them and tussled them.
“Happy?”
“Yes.” Zero-Thirty-Four replied.
“Great to hear that. Change your ear pieces”
Both completed the familiar evening routine and relaxed when the familiar feeling of the night earpiece filled them and a slight buzzing started.
“No good night kiss tonight?”
“Of course you’ll get yours.”
Six-of-five kissed both of them on their freshly shaven heads. Both smiled. Their night routine was done.
A-8007-399-033 woke to a slight buzzing from his night earpiece. He heard it say, “obedience – duty – politeness – poverty—And with this you will be awake and start refreshed into the day.” He saw the rest of his family unit get up. They all took their turns at the waste elimination station, getting emptied with this enema machine had become a pleasant sensation. Something he looked for every morning.
C-0500-878-605 said, “Attention – little brothers.” The family unit came to attention. “Today is a rest period. We have one day off. Before we get ready for the day, I’ll tell you about the options. You can go see the priest and participate in the service. GUMS has told me that there will be some team sports on later. The library will be opened. You can also go to the recreation rooms. Of course you can stay in the room and talk about your experiences or write a letter to your family – but now, form line!”
They fell in line and went to the cleaning booths, got into rubber and got the morning chow. Six-o-five handed out their morning pills and watched each one swallow them.
GUMS spoke to them. “You are free to do as you desire.” Their posture became a little less stiff. The buzzing stopped and they looked at each other.
Zero-thirty-one was baffled: “nothing to do?”
Six-o-five replied: “Yes its rest day”
Unilt now there time in the guard had never entailed something like rest day. Of ocurse they had their private time before lights out, or some unoccupied time between training or when they were waiting. But this was incredible
“How long?”
“Until the afternoon, then there is dinner”
“Dinner?”
“Yeah we all sit in the big cavern, there are tables and benches and eat”
“Nothing from the nourishment dildo?”
“Not tonight”
That would have been the first time since they had entered the material training to not get their sustance pumped into them, but to actually eat.
Zero-thirty interjected: “We should enjoy it”, grinned sheepisly and started moving around his bunkmates ass crack with his right hand.
Zero-thirty-four turned to zero-thirty-three. “I guess we know where we should go.”
“Yes, the priest’s office. We have to discuss our ceremony.”
“GUMS direct A-8007-399-033 and A-8007-399-034 to the office of the priest.”
“Face the door, start walking...” the computer voice began directing as they walked off.
They entered the grey metal door to the fore room of the priests office. Behind the desk sat the a ramrod straight guardsman, tagged (c)F-7985-656-882 wearing a heavy iron yoke that encompassed his entire shoulders and enclosed his neck, two white straps crossing on his chest in a chrome buckle. Heavy steal shackles around his wrists and lower legs, spit shined boots, his lower face was encased in strap on muzzle, what could be seen from his face had quite some pimples.
“Hello, we come to see the priest”
“wait”
The rubber clad young boy, he couldn’t be older then 16, but with a shaved skull and under the rubber uniform you could not easily tell, rose, turned right in a 90 ° angle, marched in parade step to the door and nocked
Zero-thirty-three was intrigued and asked:
“Why do you wear this yoke?”
“Guard cadet”, as he pointed with his right hand to his tag plate.
“We take the musceling up seriously, you should too, get into forward learning position”
A-8007-399-033 and A-8007-399-034 started doing pushups and counted.
“I’ll inform master”
(c)F-7985-656-882 went through the door into the priests office. All his movements wer straight, cut and precise, his entire body under tension, like a well oiled robot, doing preprogrammed moves.
“235, 236, 237...”
(c)F-7985-656-882 came back in.
“Will take some time, wait”
“How old are you?”
“16 and a half”
“Thats young”
“You can join with 16”
“Why did you?”
“my parents signed for it, didn’t have so much money either, so mother thought its best”
“How heavy is the yoke?”
“15 kg, we wear it all day”
“267, 269, 270...”
“You do not talk a lot do you?”
“silence, obedience, the guard is the mother”
They continued doing push ups, at 485 the door to the priests room opened and he motioned them to come in.
The room was in the same grey concrete most of the rooms in the cavern wear, a metal desk, a drawer, a tablet on the dest, but had two big rubber sofas in front of the desk.
“Take a seat, why are you here?”
A-8007-399-033 and A-8007-399-034 started talking about their intentions.
“So, have you considered this carefully? I mean the church and mother guard do no approve of taking such a decision lightly. Are you sure, with all of the stress of the induction and being around so many men?”
A-8007-399-033 and A-8007-399-034 sat in the priest’s office near the training center’s chapel. Their rubber suits shone in the bright lighting of the priest’s office. The priest was also a guardsman. His tag read 1000-0-688-002. His black R-Class uniform only was only distinguished from theirs by the silver cross hanging on a silver chain around his neck. He was the only guardsman who had a beard and a very tasteful haircut. They fit well with his jaw and face.
“You know this guardsman has been here for many years. I have seen many bright young men take this step. With the proper preparations it can be very fulfilling. But not everyone has to take it. Just keeping your buddy as your buddy is more than enough.”
Zero-three-three replied, “We are determined. You can watch the video from our headpieces and see that we kept the necessary time from proposal to this. So can we marry next cycle?”
The fact that every minute of their existence was being monitored, recorded, and analysed by GUMS had its benefits.
“I believe you. This guardsman will fix a date with GUMS and see about your group joining in. Until then we can get you properly set up and trained for the ceremony.”
The remainder of the day was spent writing a letter home to their parents and wandering around in the cavern. They hadn’t had free time for so long, it was difficult to come up with a decision on what to do. Being unsupervised and without GUMS control was not the normal Guard experience. It felt a little bit frightening.
At some point the earpiece started buzzing and directed them to the cafeteria of the facility, where they assembled in their family units and marched in to their assigned seats. It was the first time they saw the other material who did the same training as their family unit. Normaly they could get only short glimpses of them, when they passed each other in the hallways or when one family unit was battling the other in some kind of exercise.
They got their gruel, with some meat, served in the cafeteria on real plates with a spoon. This allowed them to chat a little more in their family unit.
But before they started to eat, they sat down and recited the guards pledge:
“I’m a guardsman,
I serve not a country but the citizens of the united Europe.
I have pride in my work.
I’m the brother of all guardsmen present, past and to come.
I obey my masters and commanders.
I live modestly without the weight of personal possessions.
I wear the uniform with pride.
Unity, strength, obedience, service
We are the guard.”
They held each other’s hands and were united with the guardsman in the room.
“At ease – you can eat now.” Their big brother said. They started putting spoons to mouths and eating their portion of the stew. After days of bland food that was just pumped from a dispenser, this meal seemed like really good food.
Zero-thirty-four asked zero-thirty-two about his past. Then he said, ”And where are you from zero-thirty-one?” whilst playfully placing his hand on Sam’s rubbered upper legs.
“This guardsman was born in a Saint-Denis in France but his parents moved to Lille. He grew up there in the suburbs. Getting into job training was unsuccessful. Then this guardsman got into trouble for stealing in a supermarket. They offered to forgive the punishment if I joined.”
Zero-thirty-two was playfully slapping zero-thirty-one’s shoulder and making him laugh. Even then, the concerned expression didn’t really disappear from zero-thirty-two’s face. Thirty-one was the oldest of them. He had worked for a couple of years after school. Then he decided that he wanted a change and applied for the guard. Someone like him, with a little work experience and job training, was accepted easily. They took him in a month after his application.
Their big brother was watching them and enjoining the company of his little brothers. On one hand he was directing their training. On the other hand he was helping them transition into a guard’s life. He was showing them ways to relax and how to interact with GUMS. He was helping them deal with their fears and anxieties, especially coming to terms with the feeling of constant control by GUMS and the input from the earpieces.
The bell sounded and their common meal was over. They stood up and recited the pledge of the trainee guardsman:
“Silence – discipline – structure – unity” as they walked off to their rooms. They were determined to work hard and become good guardsman in the next week.