Guinea Pig Boys

By: Randall Austin
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 8

Terrence's mother, Dorothy Finley, gave a call to the Jackson County Social Services Agency.

"I want to know exactly what is going on with my son!"

"Yes, your name please."

"Dorothy Finley".

Quickly checking his data, the Social Services' agent answered, "Okay ma'am, I see that you are Dorothy Finley, and that you have an indentured son here in our service. What exactly is it that you want to know ma'am?"

"I'm only seeking to know how my son is! They are not allowing me to contact him."

"Who exactly are 'they' ma'am?"

"Every person I have ever manage to talk to at Social Services! Every time I call I get sent to some other extension, and no one seems to have any answers for me."

"Ma'am, I can assure you that your son is in expert hands!"

"That's not what I'm asking. I'm simply asking how my son is, and what is being done to him!"

"Ma'am, you need to calm down!"

"Calm down? Sir, what is your name?"

"My name is Andrew Bullitt."

"Let me talk to your supervisor!"

"Mrs. Finley, I am the supervisor of the Family Relations Department of the Jackson County Social Services Agency."

Dorothy Finley began sobbing in frustration and hung up.

***

Humans undergoing experimental treatment programs regularly undergo feces examination. The Kansas City, Missouri, treatment center is very much like most testing facilities in the US, in that the test subject's feces are examined usually once in every 48 hour period.

The enemas at the Kansas City facility are performed by trained orderlies in the most common fashion, which is by having the boys bend over a waterproof, cushioned, trestle, so that the orderlies have easy access to the subjects' anal cavities.

The perineum of the subject is first gently rinsed to cleanse and relax the subject before the opening of the anal cavity, which is then fully lubricated before a gloved hand or a soft sponge wand then begins to invade and explore the interior.

After the initial cleansing and lubing, the practitioners then gently insert the nozzle of the enema device deeply into the subject's anus while maintaining a gentle milking style tugging of their scrotums to help ease the nozzle insertion process.

Once the nozzle is fully inserted and the gentle tugging of the subjects' basal scrotal skin has achieved an easy insertion of the nozzle, the orderlies then release the needed amount of fluid into the subjects bowels in order to effect the maximal evacuation needed for the experiment's analysis.

For Rex and Terrence, as it was for all the boys in the program, enema days were a profoundly humiliating experience. But what made the experience most painful were the comments made to them from the orderlies giving them their enemas, especially from Amoro and Paulus.

Paulus and Amoro would often laugh as they treated the boys, making comments such as 'I hope you little rats are having a good time bent over this trestle as we ooze the shit out of you', or 'Is this the way your mommies used to give you an enema when you were a kid?'

The effect of such constant humiliations and berating on young adult males has the effect of swiveling around not only their identities, but also their passions.

Under such daily pressure and humiliations the boys in Ward D became ever more submissive, and eventually began to accept as normal the harsh treatment to which they were daily subjected.

However, Terrence Finley and Rex Dalton, bolder than the other boys in the program, acted on the received daily indignities and made an appointment to voice their concerns with the director of Missouri's Jackson County Social Services Agency, Mr. Jacob Bartlett.

***

Thomas Crotchet, alone in his office, looking at a photo of Jeremy, opened a bottle of wine and began drinking. The wine soon replaced the agony he felt by the distancing behavior of a friend he once believed to have been his boyfriend.

By the end of his second glass of wine he sat down at the piano in his office and played and quietly began to sing his favorite song, "I thought I had lost you", but after singing only a part of the song and another glass of wine, he had fueled his courage and dialed Jeremy's number - who noticing the source of the call on his cell, answered with an annoyed, "Hello, I'm kind of busy right now."

"Jeremy, I miss you."

"I miss you too. Hey, listen, before you hang up; you told me the other day that a new group of boys in the program would soon be getting hooked up to those 'sperming' machines. When are you going to get me a video of that procedure?"

"Jeremy, you know I can't do that; the law states that taking vids or pics of anything that goes on here is strictly forbidden."

"Hey, you sent me a video of the boys in their punishment bras."

"That was just a one-time thing, Jeremy; I can't risk doing that again."

"Come on man; you owe me!"

"What do you mean I owe you?"

"I'm letting you share my apartment at the amount you said you could afford, and so every month I have been paying an extra $180 to cover for you."

"Please don't bring the rent up. That isn't fair. I can't risk doing another video here."

"Listen Tommy, just get me some footage. I gotta run. Catch ya later."

Jeremy hung up with a slam.

Thomas, dejected, went to his piano and banged the keys.

***

Rex and Terrence, meek in their white, pajama style, lab garments, entered the office of the director of Missouri's Jackson County Social Services Agency, Mr. Jacob Bartlett. Mr. Bartlett asked the two defiant lab specimens, in a moderately cordial manner, to take a seat.

Unbelievable to Rex and Terrence was the fact that Mr. Bartlett had an open bottle of scotch, along with a glassful of its contents, sitting in open view on his desk.

Rex began, "Sir, thank you for giving us this opportunity to speak with you. We are housed in Ward D where we are part of an experiment that..."

Mr. Bartlett cut them off, "Yes, yes, I know all about what's going on in Ward D. What are you here for? Is this going to be some kind of complaint?"

"Sir, it's not so much of a complaint as it's a concern."

Mr. Bartlett sat up straight as Rex continued, "Sir, we have been warned that if we ever ejaculated while we were in the current phase of testing, there would be serious and painful consequences."

Mr. Bartlett began showing signs of annoyance as Rex continued, "Sir, the orderlies who regularly provide us with the most basic care, such as shaving, bathing, giving us enemas, and such, seem to delight in taunting us and leading us up to a point of orgasmic release; a point where we could involuntarily ejaculate."

"Okay boys, you can stop using fancy words, just tell me what you are trying to say."

"Well sir, we have been told there would be serious consequences if we ever 'shot a load' outside the confines of experiment's requirement, if you know what I mean."

With a gruffer voice Mr. Bartlett replied, "Yes, I know what mean. Continue! Just what in the hell are you trying to say?"

"Sir, the orderlies seem to delight in trying to bring us to the edge when they treat us. They lotion our entire bodies on a daily basis, but spend most of the time applying lotion to our cocks, sir."

Mr. Bartlett shook his head, "What is your point?"

"Sir, what the orderlies do to us amounts to torture, and we want it stopped, now!"

Mr. Bartlett stood up, "Oh my oh my! Just listen to you!"

Mr. Bartlett stood up and looked out his office window as he addressed the boys, "All of the orderlies in our employment are subjected to the most rigorous background checks. They have graduated from high school, have no criminal records, they come from caring families, and I have never before had a single complaint from any indentee in our experiment labs. So just what exactly are you trying to say. Are you accusing our orderlies of making homosexual advances?"

Terrence interrupted, "Sir, I have not said that the orderlies were homos, nor do I care. What we are here to say is that the orderlies assigned to us delight in taking us to the 'edge', and that needs to stop, sir, and it needs to stop now!"

Mr. Bartlett, inflamed, turned around, grabbed the nearest thing, a notebook, threw it to the floor, and shouted, "You little shits! Do you not know what you are?"

"You are nothing but indentured punks! And in my experience the only way to tame unruly punk slaves is with a full-length serious ass whipping!"

Mr. Bartlett grabbed his cell, pushed a button, and then casually refilled his glass of scotch.

Within a minute two Social Services members from the security team arrived dressed in full battle gear. Mr. Bartlett pointed at Rex and Terrence and ordered, "Strip 'em bare and hug 'em!"

The security team didn't strip them, but one of the security team guys simply shouted at the boys, "Strip lab-animal naked! And do it now and do it quick!"

Rex and Terrence, intimidated and frightened by the guards' imposing uniforms and cruel looks, did as ordered.

Once the slaves were 'little boy' naked, and shivering in fear, the guards gave hand signals for the boys to approach them.

The boys approached the guards and each guard hugged the boys tightly around their upper backs and ordered the boys to hug them tightly in return.

Mr. Bartlett grabbed a flip whip, a short whip with a mean sting, and went behind Terrence as he was hugged by the uniformed security guard, and began decorating Terrence's entire nude back side, starting with his exposed back just below the arms of the security guards that hugged him tightly, and worked the whip strokes on down to his rump, then on to the backs of his upper legs. The strokes were brutally fast and hard.

Security forces are well trained to hug and squeeze boys getting a bare back strapping as tightly as they possibly can.

Once Terrence was screaming and bawling like a wayward six-year old over his father's knee, Mr. Bartlett went to his desk and took another sip of scotch.

Mr. Bartlett then proceeded to decorate Rex's backside in a similar fashion.

Once the whippings were over, both slaves continued hugging, and were hugged in return by the uniformed security guards. As the boys caught their breaths after the torture, still embraced by and embracing the security guards, their dicks began to rise.

They were, in short, tortured boys who needed to find relief in any way they could, and found it in the only source available, in the hugs of their security guards.

Social Services security team members are well aware of the 'erection effect' that follows a hug-style back whipping, and once the boys had recovered from their tears, both guards released Rex and Terrence from their embrace with a few caring pats on their shoulders and arms.

As the boys dressed themselves back into their scrubs, Mr. Bartlett returned to his desk, grabbed his glass of scotch, took a sip, and then smiled, "I hope you two little piglets have learned your lesson. Now get the hell out of here and back to your ward! If you are ever returned to my office for any complaints leveled against you, you will be sent to the 'pain tolerance' experiments ward!"

Humbled and worried, Rex and Terrence were returned to Ward D, where they were informed that all of the boys in Ward D were going to be hooked up to the 'expro' machines later that week.

***

The following day, as Rex and Terrence made their way to Simon Kettlestick's office they wondered if voicing their complaints about the whipping they had received from Mr. Bartlett would simply result in another cruel punishment.

To their surprise Simon received them with a gracious smile, invited them to take a seat and offered them glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Simon listened attentively as the boys spoke of their daily humiliations by the staff, of the cruel physical punishments, and especially of the whipping they had received on the previous day from Mr. Bartlett.

"What you two boys have revealed to me is horrific, and I intend to deal with this matter as forcefully as I am able. You must remember, I am not the head of Kansas City's Social Services Department, that is Mr. Bartlett. I am simply head of the county's Medical Research facilities. But trust me, I intend to take this to the highest authorities."

"Now I have recorded this session for the transcript, but to make my case to the agency's governors, I will need some physical evidence as well, so I have to ask both of you to strip so that I can take a few photos."

The boys, who were by now well used to such a request, gave a 'no big-deal, sure we can do that' nod, stood up and immediately started removing their servitor scrubs - as Simon tried to conceal the fact that his breathing was growing heavier.

Simon had the boys turn around and started taking photos of the entire lengths of both boys' backsides.

"Okay, now, for the record I need you to turn around so that I may 'photo' your front side in detail so that the governors can determine if your front side also suffered trauma. Stand tall and please put your hands in back of your heads."

The boys faced forward as ordered and Simon took many shots of the fully exposed boys, including close up shots of the boys' most intimate parts.

When he was finished with the shoot, Simon told the boys they could get dressed and return to Ward D, "But before you do that, let me give you a boys a hug."

As Simon hugged the naked servitors he expressed his sympathy, "I am so sorry for the things you've had to endure. None of these things should ever have happened."

As the boys walked back their ward Terrence leaned towards Rex and spoke in his ear with a quiet voice, "I think that hug went on a bit longer than it needed to."

Rex smiled, "I agree. But it felt good to me."

To be continued...