Guinea Pig Boys

By: Randall Austin
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 9

Thomas Crotchet, accompanied by three members of the security team, lead the fourteen boys from Ward D who were enrolled in Jackson County's Social Services Human Subject Research Department to a steel door with large lettered nameplate affixed, 'Authorized Personnel Only'.

Thomas pointed to the nameplate, and addressed the boys, "Behind this door is a room we refer to as the 'expro' room, and it is where you boys will be spending a lot of time in the future."

Thomas opened the door, and the smell of antiseptics filled the nostrils of the guinea pig boys.

What the boys saw inside the room astounded, bewildered, and frightened, them.

Inside the room were twenty stalls with each stall outfitted with large steel high chairs and surgical tables. Each stall also contained restraining devices, utility columns, clamps, and an array of plumbing, spigots, tubing, and wiring, hanging from the ceiling above.

Once the boys had collected themselves after their initial shock, they noticed that standing there to greet them was Simon Kettlestick, along with a small team of lab technicians.

The 32-year old Mr. Kettlestick clapped his hands and addressed the boys, "Hello everyone! How good to see all of you boys again. For those of you who don't know who I am or forgot who I am, I am Simon Kettlestick, I am the director of research operations here at Jackson County Social Services."

"What a treat it is for me to see all of you boys here, all eager and beaming, as we begin one of the final stages of our endocrinology experiments."

"I know I have said it before, but let me say it again; you boys are what make good things happen for all of us, for everyone of us on this planet. I thank you; I praise you; I salute you!"

Simon closed his eyes, put his left arm to his chest as if in prayerful thought, bowed his head, and remained silent.

Simon's hand on chest gesture had a calming effect on the boys, as if letting them know they were respected.

After retaining a solemn and silent pose for a bit, Simon raised his head, giving a signal to the lab technicians to prepare for the procedures, clapped his hands, smiled, and addressed the fourteen lads in a clear and authoritative voice, "Okay, it's time to begin, and we do that by having you remove your scrubs. Our technicians will need full access to every part of your bodies."

As the ever-embarrassed boys began removing their two-part scrub suits, Simon complimented them, "What good little boys you are; getting all naked just the way you did when you scampered about naked in your mothers' gardens when you were four years old."

If Simon's remark had the intended effect of loosening up the boys' inhibitions, it in fact had the opposite effect on the test subjects - instead of impressing on the boys all the more that they were viewed as nothing more than little kids who had to do what they were told.

"Once the technicians get all of you hooked up to the sperming machines, with your penis's locked into your genital suction pumps, your balls cinched in a diagnostics bag, your anus plugged and monitored by our bowel regulator system, sensor clips attached to your nipples, electro stimulators attached to your arm pits, nipples, and perineum, breath monitor tubes inserted into your nasal passages, your feet anchored into holding booties, and your hands mitted and secured to the sides of your milking stall, the nurses will then be coming around and giving you boys a round of injections!"

Thomas Crotchet attempted to inform the boys of the reasons for the experiment, "Boys, these tests are designed to check the regulatory properties of the three major circulatory systems of the human body, the cardiovascular, pulmonary, and systemic. And specifically in this 'expro' test we will be checking on how these systems affect the sexual drive."

The orderlies prepared the naked boys for getting secured into their stalls by first hosing them down, and then spraying their entire bodies with an antiseptic.

Next they applied a heavy lubricant to their cocks and balls and to the entire area about the base of their man units.

After the boys were lubed the orderlies attached a secure fitting molded plastic ring, affixed with D-ring attachment points, about their cock roots.

Finally the orderlies fitted each of the boys with a vest of straps that encircled most of their chest and abdominal area by which they could be secured to their treatment chair.

When the orderlies had finished attending to the preliminaries, the lab technicians took over. One of the male technicians informed the boys, "What we are now going to do to you fellas is get you attached to the monitoring machines, and get those man-danglers of yours hooked up to the suction tubes. This pod in which we are securing you boys is going to be sperming you on a regular basis for the next four weeks!"

Thomas Crotchet offered more explanation to the boys, "Once we have you all hooked up and the system is operational, you can rest assured that our nurses will be checking in on you on a regular basis: giving you nourishment, checking your vitals, washing you down, powdering your armpits, checking your tit clamps, massaging your balls, giving you enemas, and wiping your asses."

"You boys will notice that at the bottom of your treatment seats there is a large opening beneath the anal cavity which allows for you boys to freely shit, and which also gives easy anal access for the orderlies to wipe you down after a bowel movement and for the technicians to insert anal monitoring tubes."

The technicians hooked each boy up to the various monitors, pointed out the drinking water spigots just above their heads, and used a pulsing wand to bring the boys' penises to erection; which was relatively easy to do since the boys had been on a strict chastity schedule for weeks.

Thomas explained to the boys, "The technicians need to get you boys erect so that the pulsing and suction pumps can be securely fitted to ensure full power suction."

At first the suction tubes, as they were being attached to their rods, felt wet and slimy (in a good way) to the boys after their weeks of sexual deprivation. But once the boys were fully tubed, podded, and secured, in their stalls, they felt truly as if they were nothing more than cows secured in their milking stations.

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Mr. Bartlett was not happy having been ordered to appear in the office of Simon Kettlestick, the head of Kansas City's Social Services' Medical Research team at 8 AM on a Friday morning.

The first thing Mr. Kettlestick did upon greeting Mr. Bartlett was to ask him if he had been drinking.

Mr. Bartlett gave a wide-eyed expression, "Why no, of course not. Why would you even ask such a question?"

Simon relished Mr. Bartlett's unease as his dick tingled in excitement, as it always did whenever he knew that he was in control and making people feel uneasy, "I am sorry, sir, if it seems impertinent, but I got the distinct odor of spirits when you entered my office."

Mr. Bartlett, unsure of how best to respond on the spot, allowed Simon to continue, "Mr. Bartlett, sir, it's just that I have received a few notes of complaint regarding your behavior on the job; the most important one being that you drink hard liquor on the job, in your office, on a regular basis."

While Mr. Bartlett had indeed imbibed before coming to work, he was an experienced enough alcoholic to know when to try and keep calm once confronted, "Mr. Kettlestick, sir, I ask of you, please don't make a big deal over some exaggerated claims you may have heard about my having had a sip of scotch to calm my nerves. It was on my doctor's order."

Bartlett feigned a sob, "It's just, sir, that I have gotten this kind of reprimand before, and it hurts a lot because I have a medical condition."

Simon, smart enough to know that repeated uses of 'sir' in a groveling state from a fellow worker or subordinate indicated some instability, let Mr. Bartlett continue, as he relished the moment,

"You see, sir, I have a medical condition. It's serious. My doctor recommended that I have a sip now and then to calm some of my anxiety."

Simon stood up and came to the point, "Mr. Bartlett, no modern medical science recommends such treatment except perhaps for letting end-of-life patients drink all they want. I'm sorry Mr. Bartlett, but the complaints came from more than one person, and all of them are persons of the highest integrity."

Mr. Bartlett's expression turned to a sneer, and, alcohol fueled, he decided to use his trump card,

"Listen you little vacuous, perfumed, homoboy, do you think I don't have a record of your past write-ups?"

Simon froze on the spot as Bartlett continued, "I know what you do to boys! I know what you are. I know so very well what you are!"

There was no response from Simon Kettlestick. A moment after realizing he was the victor, Mr. Bartlett continued, "Report me to my bosses if you care to; but be assured I have proof that will reveal to everyone just what kind of a deceitful, power hungry, perverse little monster you are. Proof that should get you sent to the 'sty' for at least ten years time!"

Simon, shocked but calm, looked back at Mr. Bartlett as he was about to exit, "Well sir, I would hate to have to report you, but if I do you can be assured that it will be the end of your scotch-drinking life as you know it!"

To be continued...