Guinea Pig Boys

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: Randall Austin
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Chapter 2

Terrence and Rex were so worried over the amount of blood that the young male nurse withdrew from them that it almost made them forget the strange situation they found themselves in; taken by surprise from their dorm room by slave police, stripped naked, led about like cattle, strapped naked to gurneys, and told that lots of their blood was needed in order to run tests on to determine how well their bodies would be able to withstand various experiments.

Once the nurse had filled several phials full of their blood, he smiled at the boys and stated, “I can tell just by looking at you two that you are both healthy specimens and will most likely be accepted into our experimentation program.  Congratulations.  It’ll be fun working on you!”  

“Oops, sorry - I meant to say, ‘It’ll be fun working with you’.” 

The nurse nodded to the two policemen and the two handlers as he exited pushing his medical cart, “They’re all yours now!”

The handlers released the bindings securing the boys to their gurneys, ordered them to stand, and the other handler came with two elastic bands and put them about the root of Terrence and Rex’s cocks and balls.  It was a snug fit.

Next the handlers had the boys step into what looked like molded plastic jock straps.  One of the police officers explained, “That plastic jock is for your modesty.  As soon as the lab completes your blood work, we’ll be marching you over to the arbitration room for your hearing and sentencing.”   

“Once you two boys are before the arbitration panel I want you both on your best behavior.  You are to address any of the four female judges on the panel who happen to question you as ‘your honor’; as in ‘Yes, your honor’, or ‘No, your honor.’  If Mr. Crotchet senses any cockiness or improper behavior on your part, he can send a zap with his remote to that band encircling the base of your special packages – a zap that I am pretty sure will correct any out-of-line behavior.”  

Thomas was somewhat uneasy with the handler’s warning and spoke, “My name is Thomas Crotchet, and I will be your personal handler and disciplinarian for the first year or so of your indenturement.” 

“It is my job to make sure you do as you are told, and remain in step with all the procedures, rules, and regulations, of this test facility at all times.”   

“I should let you know at this time that I have the fullest handler’s rating, and I have total authority over you.  I’m a Level-4 handler, and that means I can order any level of discipline, including the severest forms of punishment, for you if I should ever feel the need to do so.” 

“It also means that in extreme cases of disobedience, such as ‘profound insubordination’, I have the authority to order punishment body modifications on you.  I don’t want to go into details and unnecessarily disturb you, but they can include such things as ear/nose and tit notching, penile infibulation, tattooing, and branding.  But of course, we all hope such procedures will never be necessary.”

“As the officer just said, we will very shortly be marching you over to the arbitration room, and I do mean ‘marching’ in the literal sense.  So, right now I’m going to teach you the basic marching steps you are to use whenever you’re being taken from one experimentation lab to another.”

Thomas then ordered Terrence to stand behind Rex, and ordered them to face the left, “Now we will count ‘one’, ‘two’, ‘three’, ‘four’ in march-rhythm.  On the count of ‘one’ you tap your right foot to the floor and immediately bring the right knee up to your waist level, on count ‘two’ you tap the floor with your left foot and then bring it up to your waist level as your right foot returns to the floor, and so on in a repeated fashion.” 

“At all times you will keep your arms bent away from your body by six inches at the wrist.  With each count you will swing your arms broadly back and forth in opposite direction of each other.  Now let’s try it!  March in a circle and count out loud, ‘One’, ‘Two’, ‘Three’, ‘Four’; ‘One’, ‘Two’, ‘Three’, ‘Four’!”

Terrence and Rex felt like clowns as they obeyed the marching orders.  Thomas grabbed a flip whip and called out more instructions, “Keep marching and counting, and stand tall! Shoulders wide and broad.  Raise your head, look straight ahead, chest out, tummy in!  Smile!  Look proud!”

As the boys marched, counting out loud, Thomas encouraged them, “Come on boys, knees higher!  That’s the way.  What good boys you are!  Make me proud!”

After a few awkward practice rounds, Thomas raised his voice, “Okay, it’s time to get serious and start marching like pros!”  With that he snapped his whip on Terrence’s ass and Rex’s shoulder.  They both yelped.  Thomas instructed, “Raise those legs and swing those arms with energy.  Stick out those asses and let’s see nice, big, proud, server-boy, smiles on your faces!”

The two new slaves could hardly take in what was being done to them, especially since they didn’t even know why they were being charged with crimes, or why they had been hauled up for an order of indenturement.

But the flip whip, also known as the training whip, stings like hell and is designed to get the minds’ of young men off of themselves and onto the service of their fellow man, and soon the two former college jocks were prancing and trotting like prize stallions.  

In no time, the two newly indentured boys were covered in sheens of sweat.   

Thomas Crotchet loved making slaves sweat from exertion.  That he was able to do so was, in his mind, one of the perks of his job.   

Thomas Crotchet answered his cell as he waved the training whip at Rex and Terrence.  Once he took the message on his cell, he called out to the two new indentured boys, “Okay, you can stop marching now and come over here.”  

He looked them over, smiling, “I can tell by the way you two are sweating that you aren’t used to exercising.  That’s all going to change now.”

“The good news is that your blood results have come in; you have been approved!  So, it’s time for me to take you to see the ‘Ladies’.  Remember - be on your best behavior.  If I see any inappropriate behavior during your hearing, your balls will be frying!”

To be continued...

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Posted: 08/21/2020