Guinea Pig Boys

By: Randall Austin
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 4

Thomas Crotchet, the 26-year old, dark-haired, male, who was Terrence and Rex’s chief handler, marched the boys from the arbitration room down to processing.  The boys were not much in the mood for marching after hearing of their seven-year sentence as lab animals, to say nothing of the massive college loans they would both have to repay upon release from indenturement. 

But the forced marching had therapeutic value: by forcing the boys to concentrate on marching correctly, it thus prevented them from breaking down and weeping uncontrollably over the bleak terms of their indenturement.

Thomas, proud in his Jackson County’s handsome overseer dress suit uniform, led the boys into an area three floors beneath street level of the Jackson County Social Services Agency building.  He directed them into a small concrete walled room; positioned each of them over a drain; attached collars around their necks that hung from bindings hanging from the ceiling; and removed their molded plastic ‘jock straps’ - leaving both boys naked, cold, and shivering.

He spoke, “A couple of interns in our overseer training program will be in shortly to get you boys shaved, scrubbed, purged, and oiled.  I need to get to a meeting right now; the scrubbing/shaving boys should be here soon.”   

Thomas exited, leaving Terrence and Rex strung up like pigs for the slaughter; two naked pigs, collared, dangling over a drain, with their college-boy hairy privates on full display.

Alone for the first time since their arrest, Terrence and Rex spoke frantically to each other: “They fucking ain’t gonna get away with this!”  “My dad is probably already busy suing their sorry asses!”  “Fucking Judge Mendoza needs a cucumber shoved into all three of her holes!”  “When our friends hear about this there is going to be such a revolt!”

Two boys, one, Amoro, crimson black haired, and one, Paulus, brunette, both not much older than 18 years of age, entered, dressed in scrub suits.  Terrence and Rex, each 21 years old, found their age comforting, feeling they were on common ground with the scrub boys.

Amoro went up to Terrence and Paulus went to Rex, and the first thing they did was to remove the elastic bands about the base of their cocks and balls.

Rex was quick to ask, “Hey you guys, there’s been some mistake here.  Do you have a cell phone I can use?”

Paulus responded by taking a hose, putting it into Rex’s mouth, and squeezing the handle.  Water rushed into Rex’s mouth causing him to gurgle, sputter, choke, and cough.  Paulus took the hose out of Rex’s mouth and ordered, “Shut up; you’re a slave now so you don’t give orders to your superiors!”

Both Terrence and Rex quickly grasped the fact that they were not likely to get any help from the scrub boys.

The first thing the scrub boys did was to take clippers to the slaves’ hair and give them a buzz cut.  Both boys felt a part of their manliness vanish as their fancy styled hair fell to the concrete floor. 

Next the scrub boys took first the clippers, followed by razors, and proceeded to remove every trace of hair from Rex and Terrence’s faces, armpits, and genitals.  

As the two young males clipped and shaved the two new slaves they chatted and laughed to each other non-stop about music, clothes, girls, and a few boys, they have enjoyed. 

As they rather casually shaved the slave boys’ pubes, their jiggling of Terrence and Rex’s privates caused both slaves to erect.  Amoro laughed, “Typical slaves; no self control!” 

Paulus further taunted the slaves, “Too bad we can’t sperm you.  Because your sperming days are now over for good except as required by the program!”  

After the shaving, the scrub boys rinsed the two freshly denuded lab slaves with hoses, gave them each a powerful enema, had them shit in their drain holes in their strung-up positions; hose-rinsed their shit holes; sprayed their entire bodies with an antiseptic solution; oiled their faces and genitals; and then left the two hairless homos hanging.

Totally hairless, hanging, and cold, the two new slaves were quiet as they jumped about trying to warm themselves.  It seemed as if their fury and hopes went down the drain along with all of their body hair.

When Thomas Crotchet finally did return to collect the boys, he looked his two new, freshly denuded, lab-rat shaved, charges over appreciatively as he released them.   

Once released from their neck harnesses, Thomas led the boys down a couple of corridors to his office. 

Thomas’s office was large, and besides having a desk, computer, and filing cabinets, it also had many things that gave concern to the boys: punishment straps and paddles hanging from an implements wall, workout bars, punishment frames, security chairs, and, to both Rex and Terrence’s surprise, a piano.

Thomas saw the boys gazing around and spoke, “Most of that stuff isn’t for you.  You’re the lucky ones!  I won’t have to use any of that stuff on you.  Most slaves have to spend about four months in training, but you two guys lucked out as you are going to be secured on lab gurneys and treatment horses for most of your first year’s stay here, so there’s no way you can misbehave or cause any kind of trouble, and thus most likely won’t be needing any form of discipline any time soon!” 

But nevertheless Thomas did proceed to give Rex and Terrence an overview on the basics of servitor deportment and servitor ‘review positions’, which included all the servitor walking, marching, and holding positions common to many enlisted services’ deportments’ schedules: advance, retire, left, right, pelvic thrust, anal display, foreskin retraction, pit display, ‘open mouth-tongue out’.   

Thomas also went on to demonstrate for the slaves some of the servitor display and review positions that are most commonly reserved only for the servitor community, such as the ‘duck walk’, the ‘snake crawl’, and the ‘anal hoist trot’.

On a less terrifying note Thomas instructed the boys on the proper way to address and treat free people.  Thomas explained that slaves exist to serve, and whom they serve are free people, so therefore slaves need to, in one sense, ‘worship’ free people.  He clarified, “You need to be constantly deferential, constantly seeking to please, constantly seeking to obey!” 

“Know this: right minded overseers and slave owners respect slaves; respect them highly.  And as far as punishment and control thing goes, if we do have to punish you, its not because we think you’re all a bunch of worthless dumb fucks.  No!  It’s just what’s gotta be done in order to keep the system running smoothly.  It’s the law!”

“So that’s why I hope you two do exactly as you’re told, because I don’t ever want to have to hurt you, but at the same time the law commands that I ‘hurt’ you if don’t do as ordered.”  

Thomas’s emphasis on the word ‘hurt’ clued both Rex and Terrence in on the fact that ‘hurt’ them was most likely what Thomas wished he could do to them. 

“You two guys are basically going to be restrained and rendered immobile for most of the upcoming year, and we will be drawing blood from you on a regular basis, as well as running experiments on you.  You are basically lab rats.  So naturally you can imagine how shitty it would make me feel if at any of that little free time that you are not restrained, when you’re getting bathed, doing exercise, and on your personal time, if I had to spend any of that precious time whipping your precious little former-college-boy asses.”

To be continued...