The Guards
Cajuncock
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My tour of the Vatican had been arranged by a priest who was an old friend of my family. He had promised me a private tour of places seldom seen by most. It was an hour after the last regular tour of the day had finished. I was met at a side door of the museum by a priest whose robe was trimmed in red. The shade indicated that he was one of the numerous functionaries working in the vast complex. He ushed me in to follow him through the various ceremonial rooms explaining a brief history of each one. I was stunned by the art work as his flash light illuminated great works of art as if they were child's drawings.
. The entire tour of the various ceremonial rooms with an explanation of the function and history of each one took an hour. We exited through a heavy wooden door onto the vast Vatican gardens. I looked around as priests and monks walked by in pairs or alone past ancient statues and grottoes. It was explained that only those who worked in the various offices had access to the garden normally. We walked past the rather plain Govenor's palace and found ourselves facing an ancient looking building. My guide explained that a guide would show me around I would find this part of the tour most interesting.
At the front door two uniformed Swiss guards saluted us. Inside stood a tall, blond younger man. His metal helmet resting in his arm. He saluted the guide saying in slightly accented English "Thank you your excellency. I will take the prisoner in hand." Both laughed at his attempt at a joke. I thought to myself that being his prisoner might be a pleasure any day. The bishop left us and returned to his duties.
Sargent Gustavo introduced himself as we began tour the seldom seen museum of the guard. I was very interested and had many questions about the history and life of guard members. He explained that the men were recruited from the catholic areas of his native land. Most had served in the Swiss military before joining the elite guards. I complimented him on his English. He explained that most Swiss spoke the three languages of the country- French, German, and Italian. In addition, they were required to speak another tongue. Most opted for English or Spanish. The young men served a first term of 10 years. Most remained for another ten to qualify for a generous retirement package. I asked if any of the men were married. He explained that the enlisted men all lived in the barracks that I would see later. The officers had apartments on the upper floor of the building. Most of those remained single since dating and marrying a woman was difficult. I looked over at him with surprise never having thought about that. He smirked and winked saying "We find ways to entertain ourselves." I laughed with a knowing nod. In my mind I could only imagine how they did that.
Deep into the building were crossed an open courtyard decorated elaborately by some unknown artist. The art was depictions of military men in battle. Most were of ancient Roman soldiers in their short leather skirts. Looking closer I could see that the artist had painted the fighting me wearing nothing under the skirts. Gustavo laughed as I stared at the exposed parts of their anatomy. He explained that the current members did wear something under their ancient uniforms. I noticed that there was an obvious tenting in the front of his pants. I guessed that being off duty and out of the public eye allowed for a more leisurely dress code.
We walked through a well equipped gym where some of the men were exercising. I was able to appreciate the toned, shirtless men in tight fitting gym shorts. We next entered one of the barracks room with 12 neatly prepared single beds. Gustavo explained that most of the single men shared similar rooms with a large gang shower shared by four rooms. As he spoke one of the naked guards emerged from the shower with a towel across his shoulder. Gustavo introduced me and I shook the naked man's offered hand. I couldn't help but notice the long, thick, uncut pink cock dangling over two orange sized shaved balls. Gustavo explained that most of the men preferred to shave their pubic hair because the uniforms were often hot when they were on duty. As he talked the young man stood there as if on display. My own pants felt tight in the crotch. They both smiled at my discomfort.
By this point I had many questions about the daily lives of the members of the guard. Gustavo assured me that by the end of the night all of my possible questions would be answered. He smiled at me with a knowing glint in his eyes. The next room was a sort of all purpose room with TVs and computers. I glanced over and saw that some of the men were watching gay porn. No one else seemed to take notice. By now I was as horny as a farm stud horse or bull. Gustavo seeing my expression touched my arms asking "Do you want to see the cellar where we relax and exercise?" I just nodded my head in the affirmative. He led me to the back of the room and pushed at a spot in what appeared to be an ancient painting. A door slid open with a creaking sound. A few of the men looked up at us smiling. When we had first entered the room I noted that most were wearing gym shorts and sleeveless shirts.
I followed Gustavo down a set of old wooden steps. The stairs were illuminated by small lights. At the bottom Gustavo pushed another button and a section of the wall paneling opened. Inside was a room that I could only imagine seeing in an old a horror film. The wall was lined with various instruments of torture. Around the room were a series of sex machines including slings and benches. The room smelled of recent sexual activity. I inhaled and stood in awe of the history that the room contained. If only these walls could talk.
As I stood there Gustavo walked up behind me placing his strong hands on my shoulders. He whispered "Is this what you really want to see? Does it turn you on? Will you submit to me and my men?" In a near reverent tone, I answered the only words I could "Yes, I will willingly submit to you and your men."
Ok. Let the fun begin! Comments: jaskejr@hotmail. Should our narrator be surprised by the intentions of the Swiss guards? Will they enjoy him? Will they find a way to keep him prisoner for their pleasure? Would you submit to them?