Guam's bottom bitch
"The most important part of education is proper training in the nursery."
- Plato
Britain was in a buoyant mood. So far, all the Gateway systems were functioning nominally and he was confident that his promotion prospects were looking up. He had personally designed the emergency return system, so the safe recovery of a badly wounded individual was a massive ego boost. He glanced down at his clipboard and flicked through the notifications that had stacked up while he had been focused on ensuring the pod's safe arrival. Nothing needed urgent attention so he decided it was time to have some fun with the new recruits. He had been working hard and he felt some sport was well deserved. With a wry smile, he marched off towards the barracks.
Chad was in a foul mood. He was beginning to regret his decision to join the Gateway Engineering Corps. The grueling training regimen, which involved hours of intense exercise in a high-temperature hyperbaric chamber, was starting to take its toll. He was also nervous about his new colleagues. He had been bunked in with Guam who had also been assigned as his exercise partner and appeared to be taking his role as squad foreman very seriously. Guam had initially seemed harmless enough. A little sullen, but harmless. It had not taken long for things to change. The small degree of power that his rank afforded him was going to his head. Guam was becoming very autocratic.
The exercise sessions lasted anywhere from four to eight hours depending on the program they were instructed to follow. In the confines of the hot hyperbaric chamber, Chad had begun to get the feeling that Guam was watching him. He would be using the holographic unit that was provided, brushing up on engineering principles as he worked through his aerobic routine when, on more than one occasion, as he lifted the visor to wipe the sweat from his brow he caught Guam staring lecherously at him. Guam had also taken to standing too close to him in the communal shower. This had been noticed by the other recruits. He was now cordially referred to as Guam's bottom bitch.
At first, he had not minded the taunts. His father had always told him that the best way to deal with nicknames was to own them, but when he over-heard Mali using the epithet he had begun to take it to heart. Mali was one of the few female recruits and he had developed a hopeless crush on her. She was unlike any girl that Chad had come across before. The women from his home city, Northland Subcity 4, had all been tall, fair-haired, and powerfully built. Mali couldn't have been more different. She was short, no more than five feet tall and very petite. Her raven black hair was cut in an unusual style that made her appear fascinatingly exotic in his eyes. He desperately wanted to talk to her and get to know her a little better, but he was gripped in adolescent uncertainty and could never bring himself to approach her.
He had used his visor unit to grab some voyeuristic video and stills of her in various stages of undress from the showers and he was currently beaming an image of her onto the bottom of the top bunk. He had found that being assigned to a bottom bunk had its perks. It afforded him a little privacy.
"Stop jerking off and get your gear on!" Britain's booming voice cut through his reverie. The foreman was standing at the end of the bunk rattling his clipboard against the metal railing.
"Shit!" Chad rolled out of the bunk. He hunched over himself, bunching his blanket against his waist, and sat on the end of the bed in a futile attempt to disguise his arousal.
"You too Guam. On your feet and gear up." The foreman spun on his heel and marched over to the corner of the barrack unit that had become the de-facto girls' room.
Guam lowered himself onto the floor in front of Chad. He was completely naked and stood uncomfortably close to him. Chad's face was directly level with his groin and he turned his head away awkwardly.
"Seriously, man! I don't need your cock in my face." He muttered.
Guam grunted and stayed where he was pulling his gear from the top bunk end unit. One of the other recruits had spotted the confrontation and captured a still image. The angle was perfect and the image that was now beaming on to the barrack wall behind them was suitably embarrassing. Chad pushed Guam away from him and stood up as the hoots and howls of derision started echoing across the barracks.
"Yea, yea. Go fuck yourselves." He muttered, unaware of the image of him apparently fellating Guam and busied himself with getting his gear on.
Britain came back with Mali in tow shouldering into her gear.
"You woofters need to get a bloody room!" He barked, smirking at Chad.
Chad looked up at him in confusion as he zipped up his Enviro suit. He caught the shocked, wide-eyed look in Mali's eyes and turned to follow her gaze.
His heart sank as the room erupted into hoots of derision and laughter.
