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Prison Guard

With rubber suit and GUMS at hand,
I stand as Guard,
a proud and loyal band.
Trained to serve and never to flinch,
I stand strong and proud,
unyielding and stolid.
Through days and nights,
I stand and watch,
A guardian of peace,
a guardian of the flock.
I am the shield that keeps us safe,
The hand that guides us through the darkest days.
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This story is set in the guard universe. For an introduction into the world the guardsman live in see: The Making of (c)F-7985-656-882

The Story beginning when Training a new Guardsman: Making of A-8007-399-033 its the story of a different family unit from the same batch of training.

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Chapter 5

005 tells the reporter afterwards:

“As I approach the suit rack, I can feel the anticipation building inside me. I know that once I slip into this rubber suit, I will be fully transformed into a guardsman, ready to serve and protect the prisoners under my care.

I open the door to the suit rack and reach for the suit, pulling it out and unfolding it. The rubber is cool and smooth to the touch, and I can feel its weight in my hands as I hold it up to my body. I lube my body generously. The lube allows me to slide into the suit and gives a pleasurable feeling on the skin.

I begin to slip into the suit, sliding my legs into the leg openings and pulling it up over my hips. The rubber stretches and conforms to my body, hugging my skin tightly and giving me a sense of security and protection.

Next, I slide my arms into the sleeves and pull the suit up over my shoulders, fastening the rear zip securely. With a beep the suits seal closes. The suit is now fully enclosing me, and I can feel the lube inside the suit starting to warm up and become more fluid, allowing me to move freely and comfortably.

With a smile, I grab my boots and slip them on, completing my transformation into a fully-equipped Guardsman. I take a deep breath, feeling the tight confines of the rubber suit around me, and step out into the world, ready to serve and protect. I feel how the programmable rubber enhances my posture.

Next, I slip on my boots, pulling the laces tight and tying them in a double knot. I feel a sense of pride as I fasten my utility belt around my waist, knowing that I am fully equipped to carry out my duties as a prison guard.

As I look my reflection in the shiny rubber of another. I feel a sense of determination wash over me”

The reporter asked 006 as well about putting on a suit: “Putting on a rubber suit can be a unique experience. The material is smooth and shiny, with a distinct smell that is both slightly sweet and slightly chemical. As you slip into the suit, you may feel a sense of confinement and restriction, as the material conforms to your body and limits your movement. You may also feel a sense of excitement and arousal, as the suit enhances your senses and makes you feel more attuned to your body. Once you have the suit fully on, you may feel a sense of isolation from the outside world. Overall, wearing a rubber suit can be an intense and stimulating experience that pushes the boundaries of your physical and psychological limits.”

After they have suited up in their rubber suits they present themselves to a superior for inspection.

As 005 and 006 stood at attention as the superior inspected their appearance.

005 feels the cool rubber of fresh suit against his skin as he waited for the inspection to begin. As the superior approached, 005 felt a sense of nervous excitement wash over him.

It was his first inspection at the new workplace. The superior on duty began by checking the guardsman’s boots, making sure they are properly laced and polished to a shine. He then moved on to the utility belt, checking to make sure that all of the equipment is properly secured and in good working order.

Next, the superior inspected 005’s rubber suit, running his hands over the smooth surface to check for any imperfections or tears. 005 could feel the lube that he applied earlier beginning to warm up as the superior’s hands glide over his skin. The feeling of rubber on rubber was always a special one.

005 told the reporter after wards: “The duty superior nods in approval before reaching up to check the smoothness of my head shave. Satisfied, he gives me a nod and moves on to the next Guardsman. With a sense of pride, I take my place in formation with the rest of my fellow guardsmen, ready to begin my first day of duty in the prison.”

After the interviews, the reporter started to record some explanations into the camera:

“Good morning, and welcome to today’s report on the daily routine of the guardsmen at the prison facility. I’m here with Senior Guardsman I-2005-023-023, who is responsible for conducting the daily inspections of Guardsman this morning.

-2005-023-023, can you tell us a bit about the morning inspection process?

I-2005-023-023: “Of course. Every morning, we conduct a thorough inspection of our team to ensure that they are properly dressed and equipped for their duties. This includes checking their rubber suits for any imperfections, as well as making sure their GUMS earpieces are properly placed and functioning correctly. It’s a small but important step that helps ensure that our team is prepared and ready to serve the community.”

Reporter: “And why is this attention to detail so important?

I-2005-023-023: “Well, as Guardsmen, it’s our responsibility to maintain order and security within the prison facility. We have to be at our best at all times, and that means making sure we’re properly dressed and equipped. It’s not just about following the rules, but it’s also a sign of respect and care for our team and the prisoners under our care. We take our duties very seriously, and we believe that this attention to detail is what sets us apart and allows us to do our jobs to the best of our ability.”

After their cleaning the 005 and 006 were directed to receive their morning gruel. They made their way to the gruel dispenser room, their boots making a satisfying squelch on the shiny floor.

As they approached the machines, they could see that they were in the shape of large dildos, with a slot out if which the gruel to be dispensed.

“Ah, the dildo dispensers,” 006 commented with a grin. “My favorite part of the day.”

005 chuckled. “Yeah, I always look forward to this. There’s just something so satisfying about getting your gruel from a giant dildo.”

They stepped up to the machines, which scanned the ID chips implanted into their hands and then activated the dispensers. The gruel flowed out of the machines, filling their bowls with a warm, gloopy substance.

As they gulped down their gruel, the Guardsmen couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment and satisfaction. The gruel may not have tasted great, but it filled their stomachs.

The reporter was stunned by the gruel dispensers. They were large, cylindrical machines with a nozzle on the bottom that resembled a dildo. The guardsmen didn’t seem to mind, however. In fact, many of them seemed to enjoy the experience. So he asked one of the Guardsman, who operated them about it:

“The dildo-shaped gruel dispenser machine is designed to provide Gurdsmen with a convenient and hygienic way to consume their daily nutrient requirements. The machine consists of a durable metal casing, with a rubber nozzle at the end shaped in the form of a male penis. The nozzle is inserted into the Guardsman’s mouth, and by pressing a button on the side of the machine, a measured amount of nutrient-rich gruel is dispensed. The machine is equipped with a sensor that automatically stops the flow of gruel when the required amount has been reached, ensuring that Guardsmen receive the optimal nutrition for their daily duties. The machine is also equipped with a self-cleaning function, which activates after each use to ensure that the nozzle is sanitized and ready for the next use.”

The news report then cuts to a conversation of two Guardsmen:

“I love this part of the morning routine,” said one of the guardsmen as he approached the dispenser. He placed his lips around the nozzle and began to suck on it hungrily.

The Reporter addressed the audience directly: “It is believed that the use of the dildo-shaped gruel dispenser machines serves to further reinforce the submissive and obedient nature of the Guardsmen. The act of sucking nourishment from the machine can be seen as symbolic of their reliance on and submission to the authority of the Guard. Additionally, the sensual nature of the act may serve to heighten the Guardies arousal and desire for approval from their superiors, further solidifying their loyalty and commitment. “

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Examined

GUMS told 005 and 006 to report to Guardmedic Post.

“Let’s go, 005,” said 006, trying to sound braver than he felt. “We can’t keep Guardmedic waiting.”

As they walked through the corridors of the guard station, 005 couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread building up in his chest. He had heard stories of Guardmedic’s ruthless efficiency and how they treated guardsmen like nothing more than pieces of meat.

“Don’t worry,” said 006, sensing his partner’s anxiety. “We’ve both been through the rigorous training and conditioning. We can handle anything Guardmedic throws our way.”

But as they entered the Guardmedic Post and saw the cold, sterile environment and the intimidating medical equipment, 005 couldn’t shake off the feeling that they were walking into a trap.

005 walked into the guard medic’s office, his boots squeaking on the linoleum floor. He stood at attention in front of the medic’s desk, waiting to be acknowledged.

“Guardsmen 005 and 006, I assume?", a Guardmedic in a white rubber uniform.

“Yes, sir,” they both replied in unison.

“Very well,” she said. “We have some routine maintenance and examination to take care of today. Follow me.”

As they followed the Guardmedic through the Post, 005 couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. He knew that the “routine maintenance” they were about to undergo was anything but pleasant, and that it might involve some kind of physical or mental alteration to optimize them for their service.

“Don’t worry, boys,” Doctor G-9000-123-456 said with a smile. “We just want to make sure you’re in tip-top shape for your duties here. And if there’s anything we can do to improve your performance, we’ll do it.”

“Alright, let’s start with 005 first,” said Guard Medic 1 as he flipped through 005’s file.

“Looks like he’s due for a check-up and a few minor adjustments,” said Guard Medic 2 as he prepared the tools.

“How’s his overall physical condition?” asked Guard Medic 1.

“Well, he’s in good shape,” replied Guard Medic 2. “But we might want to consider boosting his strength and endurance a bit.”

“Agreed,” said Guard Medic 1. “And what about 006?”

“006’s file looks good,” said Guard Medic 2. “No major issues to report. He got a penile enlargement during his material training and his eye sight was adjusted. We just need to give him a quick physical and make sure everything is functioning properly.”

“Alright, let’s get started, undress, hang your rubber uniform other there and strap yourself to the examination table”, said Guard Medic 1 as he began the examination. As 005 stripped off his rubber uniform and strapped himself to the examination table, he couldn’t help but feel exposed and vulnerable. He tried to push these feelings aside and focus on the task at hand, but he couldn’t shake the sense of unease that had settled over him.

005 and 006 lay on the examination tables, feeling a mix of nervousness and resignation as the guard medics worked on them. They knew that, as guardsmen, their bodies were not their own. They were tools to be used and maintained by the Guard, and the guard medics were the ones responsible for keeping them in top condition.

When 005 whines one of the guard medic just smirked.

“Oh, did that hurt, 005?” said the Guard Medic, smirking as he adjusted the straps on the examination table.

“Yeah, a little bit,” 005 replied, trying to remain stoic.

“Well, we can’t have our guardsmen showing weakness,” the Guard Medic said, shaking his head. “We need to make sure you’re in top physical condition, so we can get you back out there serving the Guard.”

“I understand,” 005 said, gritting his teeth as the Guard Medic poked and prodded at various parts of his body.

005: “Ow, that hurts. Can you please be more gentle?", again the Medic tightens the straps.

Medic 2: “You should be used to a little discomfort by now. It’s all part of the job.”

005: “I understand, but it still hurts.”

Medic 1: “Well, if it’s any consolation, it’ll all be over soon. And then you’ll be back on duty, ready to serve.”

Medic 2: “Yes, serving the cause is what truly matters. The Guard is more important than any individual discomfort or pain.”

The Guard medics opened the chastity cages and begun to examine the penises and balls of the Guardsmen strapped helplessly to the table.

005: “Why do you have to check that? It’s not like I have any control over it with the chastity device.”

Medic: “It’s important to make sure everything is functioning properly. Plus, it’s part of the standard examination.”

Medic 1: “Well, well, look at that. It seems our little 005 here is packing quite a small bit down there. Are you sure you’re not smuggling contraband in there, 005?”

Medic 2: “Ha! I doubt it. More likely he’s just compensating for something else. Maybe it’s his tiny brain.”

Medic 1: “Now, now, let’s not be too cruel. It’s not like 005 has any control over the size of his manhood. But it’s our job to make sure it’s in good working order.”, the medic touched it and see if it started to swell.

“And by the looks of it, everything seems to be functioning properly.”

005: “Hey, can you guys please not talk about my genitalia like that? It’s kind of embarrassing.”

Medic: “Don’t be shy, Guardsman 005. It’s just part of the job. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t seen it all before.”

005: “I know, but it’s still not exactly comfortable having people comment on it.”

Medic: “Well, it’s a good thing that you have that chastity device to keep everything in check. Can’t have any distractions while on duty. So we’ll now move on to the prostate exam. It’s important for your health.”

Medic 2: “Exactly. It’s just a small invasion of privacy for the greater good.”

005 wanted to protest, but the Medics had shoved a gag into his mouth.

Medic 2: “Well, I’m sure this guards appreciate it. They may not always like it, but they know it’s necessary.”

Medic 1: “Well, it looks like everything is functioning properly down there. No swelling or chafing to worry about.”

Medic 2: “And what a disappointment. I was hoping for something a little more impressive from 005.”

Medic 1: “Ah, well. Can’t win them all. Lock it back up and let’s move on to the next item. How is the earpiece holding up? Any discomfort or problems?”

They removed the gag, so that 005 could speak.

005: “Nothing about it, works”

Medic 1 pushed the head of 005 to the side and secured it with straps.

“Let me examine the inside of the ear canal”

GUMS made the programmable rubber tentacle remove and the Medic removed the ear piece. 005 felt a strange sense of disorientation as the programmable rubber tentacle was removed. He had been connected to GUMS for so long that it felt strange to be disconnected. He felt a sense of vulnerability without the constant presence of the artificial intelligence guiding and monitoring him. His body reacts with physical symptoms of anxiety, such as sweating and stomach discomfort. He feels exposed and unprotected without the constant presence of GUMS in his ear.

The medic took a lamp and and looked carefully into the ear. But didn’t find anything. But didn’t find anything. the medic put the ear piece back into the ear. “Well, 005, it looks like everything is in order. Your ear piece is functioning properly and I don’t see any issues with your ear. Have you been experiencing any symptoms? Any dizziness or difficulty hearing?”

005 shook his head, “No, sir. I was just strange now, when I was disconnected from the GUMS earpiece.

The medic nodded and made a few notes on his tablet. “I understand. It’s important to remember that our bodies and minds are used to being constantly connected to the system, so it can be a bit of a shock when we’re disconnected. Just try to take it easy and if you continue to feel strange, don’t hesitate to report it to your superiors.”

Medic 2: “And how about the chip implant in your hand? Any issues with that?”

005: “The chip implant has been working well, no issues there. It’s just a little weird knowing it’s there. “I don’t understand why I had to be gagged for the exam. It’s not like I’m going to scream or something.”

Medic 2: “It’s just standard procedure, 005. We have to make sure you can’t speak or make any noise during the exam. It’s for your own comfort”

Medic 1: “Good, good. We want to make sure all of our guardsmen are in top condition and ready for duty. We can’t have any problems with our equipment.”

Medic 2: “Absolutely. And if you do have any issues, don’t hesitate to let us know. We’re here to help and make sure you can do your job to the best of your ability.”

After the evaluation was complete, Doctor G-9000-123-456 sat down with the two guardsmen to discuss his findings. “Overall, you’re both in good shape,” he said. “But there are a few things we can do to optimize your performance even further.”

“This includes some testosterone shots and other alterations to your body chemistry, so you can serve better. We will start with the testosterone shots immediately.”

The medic carefully administered the testosterone shots, monitoring 005’s reactions and making notes on a tablet. “Just a few more weeks of this, and your muscles will be up to standard,” the medic said.

“Remember to drink plenty of water and get plenty of rest. Well we will program GUMS to take care of that. And if you experience any unusual side effects, don’t hesitate to report them to me.”

“Thanks sir.”

As 005 suited up and left the medic station, he can’t help but feel a sense of relief. The medics may not have been the most gentle, but at least he passed the checkup.