The Guardsman: making of / Part 11

Six-oh-five checked on the material’s cleaning work.

The material had arranged the bed sheets perfectly, not a single crease on the rubber bed linen. There was no dust in the corners and the chairs were neatly arranged at the table. The sanitary saddle had been disassembled, thoroughly cleaned and its chrome instruments polished and shined. Their R-Class-uniforms seemed to be spotless.

“Prepare for inspection.”

The material and six-of-five came to attention. They pulled their bodies to full height and moved their feet apart, entwined their mittened hands with interlocked thumbs behind their heads. They thrust out their chests, sucked in their bellies and clenched their buttocks.

“While you wait, repeat the mantra: The guard is my mother—I obey my masters – I love my uniform – I support my brothers…”

Lights in the room went out and the only input was the chanting of their creed. Zero-Thirty-Four slowly lost the awareness of his surroundings and just let himself slip into the easy trance the mantra provided. After some indefinite time the lights went back on and two instructors in their red-lined R-Class-uniform entered the room. One started to fondle and feel the bodies, closely inspecting them for any imperfections. The other checked the room with a white cloth to see if there was any dirt. Both noted down their observations.

  
“Family unit at ease.”
The material took a far more relaxed position.
“You have achieved 87 of 100 possible points, this is still good. Congratulations.”
The material smirked.
“You will form a line and move to the games, good luck”

Efficiently the material formed the well rehearsed line, closed their eyes and were let by their big brother into the training cavern.

The tenth day would normally be designated a rest day in the cycle, but not, of course, during the training of new guardsmen. So it was combat league time. Each family unit in training assembled in a large labyrinthine network. The instructors looked down on them from above, striding confidently on the catwalks. The goal was easy. Catch and handcuff your opponents. The last one to remain free wins.

The Guardsman: Making of /part 4 Training the trainers

Training the trainers

“Form line”
The family unit formed a marching line, as they had exercised in the morning. The big brother first, the others neatly stacked close to each other right hand in the ass crack of the brother in front of them and started marching. In one of the corridor a line had already formed.
“Zero-Three-Zero, open your eyes”
Six-o-five stepped out of the line and connected his brothers right hand into the ass crack of Zero-two-nine.
“Close your eyes until you get further instruction, wait and repeat the mantra: I love my R-Class uniform – I obey the guard and my masters – I train to become a guardsman – silence is golden – discipline and structure helps me – I put in the earpiece all the time – I thank the guard for the generous care it provides for me”
Whilst the material was standing there repeating the mantra and waiting for something to happen. GUMS directed C-0500-878-605 to the training room for big brothers. There he and all the family units big brothers were to learn about their duties and leadership skills.

They formed groups of three, each of the group had one of the pad computers then waited in the rest position until their instructor came. The room had been laied out with black rubber mats, from wall to wall but otherwise it was bare concrete like most guard facilities.

G-5050-022-400 the senior instructors entered the room and immediately the big brothers assumed the attention position. They had been inducted by him and admired his muscular frame and knowledgable but strict guidance.

“You will get more of the big brother upgrades, remember you are to lead your little brothers in spiritual, mental and physical guidance through the process of their induction.
Now before we start, close your eyes and contemplate how your big brother did this to you and how you felt to him after and during training.“

Obediently the big brothers closed their eyes and contemplated the warm feeling of brotherly love and reassurance their big brothers provided to them and how they worshipped and respected them. Not feared like the instructors, but yearned to be lead by him.
“So what are you feeling towards your own induction, C-3300-345-006?”
C-3300-345-006 was a handsome, well muscled guardsman in his late twenties, a stubble of black hair on the perfectly sculptured skull. “I remember how it was to get muscled up and become a strong man, look at me now, I really like to exercise and be strong”
“C-0500-878-605”
“It is this feeling of being focused and the feeling of belonging towards the guard, that is what I really enjoy”
“C-3300-345-006”
“For me it was the first time I felt at ease loving other man, enjoining the rubber and being at ease with my homosexuality”