Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2015 09:34:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hans Berger <theguardsman@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Guardsman: Making of A-8007-399-033 ? chapter 1

Making of a guardsman -- chapter 2: The uniform


The uniform Sam entered the clothing department and waited.

Number thirty-three step forward"

Sam stepped to the counter and a rubber clad figure, tagged C-3005-576-057
with blue darting eyes and very pale skin handed him some kind of
undergarment.

What is this?"

Your underwear. Put it on"

How?"

Sam was shocked. It certainly wasn't the cotton shorts he usually wore. The
only thing on the rubber, neoprene feeling garment was a tag that read
Guard issue. For intended use only"

I'll show you how to properly put it on. Place your hands to the counter
and relax."

Zero-Five-Six pushed the dildo into Sam's until then virginal hole and
aligned the codpiece with his balls and penis, then buckled the belt to
which both were attached. Sam looked around into the surprised faces of his
new brothers. No one had told them in the recruitment videos. But it felt
good when the rubber dildo entered his as.

Now put your left hand on top of the belt buckle"

Sam still shocked did as he was told and heard a clicking sound.


Your underwear is sealed go to the next counter."

Another rubberclad guardsman stood there and introduced them to their new
outer garments: This is your Class R Suit, it's made from a special
nano-material that emits water, regulates your temperature, and is a
mixture between neoprene and rubber. This is what you will wear when you're
not it the tank suit and you will love to wear it," the instructor smirked.

Its one piece from sole to neck, there are optional boots for duty, hand
shoes and headgear.

This will be your uniform for the next three years. Initially you will get
two sets, and change them every day. There is washing for them every 10th
day.

It will fit snuggly and was produced for your body so no sharing." It felt
smooth and gentle. Sam was given his uniform, including his silver tag
A-8007-399-033 on the chest.

"Put it on".



Sam opened the rear zip and begun to step into it. Sam heard the guardsman
advising the new class, "If you have trouble you can use some of the oil."
Sam had trouble and liberally used the oil from the dispenser to enter his
suit. It made the process infinitely easier, and Sam quickly closed the
zipper at the back of this suit.


There he stood looking at his new brothers all of them now in their
respective black suits, rubbered and somehow feeling strangely good. Five
rubber clad young man standing there unsure.


The R-Class uniform was a manifestation of the guard's ideology that
heavily emphasized uniformity, obedience and discipline. The only
individual identification was the tag number on the right breast and below
a line stating the purpose of the guardsman. In Zero-thirty-threes case:
Material.


"Each of you will get his duffel back with a second R-Class uniform, sign
off for it and then go to auditorium" the black clad figure behind the
counter told them. He saw Max looking relieved to not being nude anymore
but was walking strangely toward the auditorium. The feeling of penis in
the ass and his own penis covered and locked up, surely contributed to
that.


First lesson

They arrived in their classroom. 40 comfortable seats with rubber cushions
and arm and headrests, placed neatly, in front of them a computer terminal
and below them paddles. The seats had built-in harnesses. Sam sat down at
the station with his tag blinking A-8007-399-033. Waiting for the others to
settle in. He noticed the pedals below the desk but didn't do anything with
them. After everyone had settled G-0500-878-605 entered the room, the
lights dimmed and he was illuminated by a spot near the front.

"I see you have received your new R-Class uniforms, quite a feeling isn't
it?"

A guy with very light skin in first row responded with a giggle: "Yes
master"

G-0500-878-605 pressed a button and the guy screamed and yelled in pain as
a 15-sec 500 volt shock went through his body making him shake
uncontrollably.


"I don't like people who consider themselves to be funny and you see one of
the features of the chairs, they have pain inducers built in, like in the
stick, that we instructors wear.

Now strap yourself into the seats. First the belt buckle, then the shoulder
straps. Then the headrest"


The boys strapped themselves in, until their upper body bas barely moveable
and their head attached to its rest as well.

"On the screen you will find a menu, you can note down stuff and access
files and info we designate for you. As you get deeper into the training
you will have more access. At the end of the day there will be a test, on
what you learned.

Be prepared to take punishment if you fail and rewards if you succeed. The
pain inducers are only one form of the punishment we offer. Now as we want
fit and exercised material and of course contribute to the power
consumption of this facility the guard is a green organization you will
start pushing the pedals below your desks, constantly when you're in the
seats. The screen will show a green light if you're maintaining an adequate
rate of pedaling and learning. A yellow light will show if you're too weak
or slow in learning. It will go red and then result in punishment if you do
not pick up your speed or rate of learning."


Eagerly, the boys started pushing.


"There are several classes of people here: Material, guardsmen and senior
guardsman, you're the lowest of the them fresh material, and we will take
the worthless material you are and make you into worthy
guardsmen. Guardsman who are clad and proud to wear the uniform"


G-0500-878-605 held up a silver colored hearing aide device up. "Many of
you have noticed that all of us are wearing this: a GUMS Earpiece. GUMS is
for GUardsman Management System and this is your little friend, you will
wear them and it will help you. Now pick yours up"

Sam took the coolish silver device, it didn't weigh more then 100 grams

"That little fellow will go into your ear. Actually you get two, one for
the night and one for the day.This will be your best friend while you are
in the guard. Loss will result in severe punishment, wear it at all
times. It's your connection to the system, giving you orders and advice,
monitoring your activities. As the guard believes in the evaluation,
transparency and accountability of its members we register your positions
and store what the microphone and the camera record. To talk to the
computer just say GUMS and you will hear a response. Now put it into your
ear."


Sam put the device into his left ear, it started to buzz. On the screen in
front of him appeared a little configuration menu, asking him about the
sounds he could hear and showing him some pictures.


G-0500-878-605 looked at his instructors console and saw the material or
the boys as he lovingly called them go thorough the testing: hearing, sound
absorption, tracking, camera, microphone, brain wave test, suggestibility,
after 20 min all showed green.


The buzzing stopped and Sam became aware of his soundings again, looking
around a little confused.

They had transformed; this morning where there was curly, bangy, unkempt
hair there is shiny bald heads now. Where once was baggy skater clothing
there is tight and neat rubber suits. The boys started showing the first
signs of training, sitting straight at attention in front of their
instructor and not talking.

"As you all had a long day I'll make it short and tell you about the name
thing. You may have noticed we all have this number or tags as we call
them. It is your official designation as long as you're in the guard; your
civilian names don't have any relevance. I don't want to know them and if I
get to know that anyone is using them, prepare for punishment. As with the
ranks: you are material. You all carry an A in front of your tags. Everyone
who has a higher designation, as well as the GUMS, can give you orders. You
will obey them, and you will be happy with that!"

"Attention" the senior instructor yelled, "your will go to your rest
stations. You're dismissed for the night"


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