Guinea Pig Boys

By: Randall Austin
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 11

Both Thomas and Benjamin were gentle with Joshua and took their time as they helped to get him all little-boy bare.  By the time they had managed to remove Joshua’s last piece of covering, the ‘semen cone’, a low level chastity security device that tears if the wearer tries to remove it, and which simply reveals to an indentee’s caregivers if any semen was released via either manual stimulation or wet dreams, Simon Kettlestick was already nude and sweating, while both of his hands were cupping his private parts.

But what Simon Kettestick’s hands could not cover with his hands was the way in which his penis shot up to full size the moment he saw Joshua Millikin totally bare with his very small penis being revealed to him for the first time.

Mr. Bartlett relished in making a lascivious comment about it, “You like what see, Mr. Kettlestick?  You like tiny peepees?”

Little Joshua Millikin simply had a normal sized penis, but one which fell into the smaller size, but Mr. Bartlett’s comment immediately had the effect of placing Simon Kettlestick into a pariah status among those in the room – implying that if he liked small peepees he probably liked small boys.

But the size of Joshua’s penis did cause Thomas to question Bartlett, “Sir, Joshua is an 18 year-old, and his penis size is perfectly normal for boys in his age range.  However since we have not had one that small recently come through the experiments program, it could be that our current size milking tubes are not going to be able to gain enough purchase on that thing, and there could be some leakage from the tube’s O-ring about his penis and thus there could be some leakage.”

Mr. Bartlett nodded in acknowledgement, “Well if you have any problems with him and the sperming equipment just let the inventory guys know; they should have the proper size penis tubing for something like this.”

Thomas nodded in reply as Simon Kettlestick’s loins tingled in excitement at the prospect of being able to control such an especially small pee-peed lad, even as his own career was presently in a most precarious state.

With little Joshua now appearing to be dazed and in a state of some euphoria from his injection, Mr. Bartlett ordered Thomas, “Get this new little sperm-puppy haltered, bridled, restrained, and horsed!”

As Thomas followed orders, Mr. Bartlett, with a glass of scotch in hand, went up behind Simon, who was still attempting to cover his star-blazing erection with both hands, and gave a light tase to his ass just for the fun of it.

Simon Kettlestick, once the hottest young overseer on record, squealed as he sniveled and hopped about.

Mr. Bartlett was now fully smiling and having a great time as he asked, “Did that feel good being treated like one of the slaves under your control?”

Simon, whining and lost in confusion, begged, “Please Mr. Bartlett, don’t do this to me!”

Bartlett did not reply but only called out to Thomas, “I’ve turned the security cameras off, but Thomas I want you to get your camera out and get some good shots of Simon as I put him through his paces”

Simon, through his sniffles, threatened, “I intend to let the state know what a demented alcoholic pervert you are.”

Bartlett simply shook his head with another loud laugh, “Okay, get dressed, you’re free to go.  But just remember if you walk off the job you lose your entire pension and medical coverage, plus you will owe Social Services $20,000 for failing to give one month’s notice of leave per your contract.  Also, once I draw up and submit my report on your professional abuses, you will end up doing a fair amount of prison time, and probably be unable to find yourself a job for the rest of your life; but certainly not one with Social Services.”

Simon, lost, put his head down, and said nothing.

Mr. Bartlett cajoled, “If you behave here as ordered you will have nothing to worry about.”

No one in the room knew what to say except for Mr. Bartlett, “What I want you to do now little ‘Simey’ is for you to do a bicep revealing muscle-boy pose so Thomas can take some nice pictures of you.  They will be a wonderful addition to the archives.”

Simon did as ordered, and with tears coming down his cheeks, the handsome Simon did muscle-boy poses as Mr. Bartlett called out varied positions and Thomas happily snapped away.  Everyone in the room liked what they saw in the 32-year old trim and sleek Simon Kettlestick - with his dangling manstick of exactly the dimensions one would expect to see hanging between the legs of a hot shot overseer.

However, once the posing was over and Mr. Bartlett re-tased Simon on the ass no one in the room was amused except for Mr. Bartlett.

But Thomas, nevertheless, gulped and wished that he could go up to Simon and play with his long overhanging foreskin, tangle his fingers about it, as he rape-kissed the shamed overseer.

The scene before him was crazy orgiastic in the extreme, and made Benjamin quite uncomfortable as he tried to hide the erection in his orderly’s loose-fitting scrub uniform.

As the ‘fun’ continued and as the minutes passed, Mr. Bartlett seemed to revel all the more in the powerful control he had over his staff.

But the sight of the handsome and exposed overseer did manage take little Joshua Millikin’s drugged mind off his bleak predicament, at least for a moment.

Thomas continuing snapping non-stop pics of the action, acting like some high-end fashion photographer.

Mr. Bartlett attempted to soothe Simon, “Simon, you can relax.  You know as well as Thomas and I that overseers often get rod-naked when breaking in a new slave.  You’re simply showing yourself off in your ‘full-overseer taking-control’ status.”

***

Mr. Bartlett’s wife tried to call him, but his phone was off.

Amoro and Paulus tried calling Thomas Crotchet to see if they could have the following Thursday off to attend a concert, but his phone was off.

Benjamin Simms’ father tried to call his son to ask how he was doing at his new job, but Benjamin’s phone was off.

Simon Kettlestick’s latest social services tutorial student tried calling him, and everyone heard his phone ringing but it was within his slacks’ pocket on the floor; and though everyone in the room heard it ringing, Simon was unable to answer it.

***

Mr. Bartlett looked at little Joshua Millikin bridled, humbled, and neck haltered on the horse, “What I want from you now Mr. Kettlestick is to pork Joshua’s junior-sized slave ass; see if you can get that little prick-niblet of his hardened by some serious fucking action.”

Simon went to the frame, squirted Joshua’s hole with baby oil and began fingering it in.

Joshua in his drugged-out state moaned, “What are you going to do to me?”

Simon answered as he oiled up his overseer-long dong, “Don’t be afraid little guy, we just need to get your ass oiled.”

“What do you mean - why are you oiling my ass?”

Mr. Bartlett responded, “It’s a standard procedure we use on boys in the ‘experiments’ ward. Just calm down and this won’t hurt one tiny bit.  This is a test we have to perform on all of you boys in the program from time to time.”

Both Mr. Bartlett and Thomas were somewhat surprised that after so much protest from Simon at having been subjected to the most humiliating of indignities, was now not only rock-dick hard, but appeared to be drooling over the prospect of having been ordered to give an orientation fucking a new slave.

His apparent eagerness to fuck a new slave in front of his co-workers only confirmed for Mr. Bartlett what a pervert Simon Kettlestick was, even as it made Thomas and Benjamin wish they could join in the action.

Once Joshua’s boy ass was properly oiled, Simon guided his dick tip to Joshua’s hole, and cooed to him as he rubbed his dick tip around his hole, “Just let me give your little hole a kiss with my ‘sidearm’!”

Joshua cried out in his little-boy, high-pitched, though now droopy voice, “You guys are all perverts!”

The four free males gave out a few laughs at the little boy’s shouts as Simon began to slowly enter Joshua with his bull-sized overseer throbber. 

Within seconds Joshua was moaning and kicking - as best as his bridled chest and limbs allowed.

Thomas, having surreptitiously moved to a somewhat hidden corner of the room, took out his own cellphone and managed to catch in brief clips, as best he could, shots of Simon entering Joshua’s hole, of Benjamin watching the fucking with his mouth agape as he rubbed his crotch through his scrubs, and of Mr. Bartlett downing more swigs of Scotch as he ordered everyone around.

Once Thomas managed to get on his cell a good part of the action, he nevertheless wanted to be part of the action.  So he made his way towards his inebriated boss, and whispered, “Whaddya say, sir, that we ‘up’ the action, and that you order Joshua to suck Benjamin off as Simon continues to ‘full throttle’ Joshua from behind, and then have me go behind Simon and give him the ass fucking he obviously needs as he continues to pork the hell out of that little screaming Joshua?”

Mr. Bartlett smiled lasciviously, poured Thomas a bit of Scotch, which Thomas happily downed, and told Thomas to ‘go for it’.

What surprised Thomas was that once Benjamin was informed of his duty, Benjamin was only too eager to strip out of his scrubs, go up to the impaled Joshua and order him to take his junior-orderly rod into his mouth and start sucking away. 

And Benjamin could hardly believe the sight before him or his luck when Thomas, his boss, went behind Simon and started inching his ‘ass-opener’ into Simon Kettlestick’s homo hole and start creaming away as Simon continued nailing little Joshua.

As the action continued, Mr. Jacob Bartlett, horny-drunk almost to the level of incapacity, urged the boys - a director, a senior overseer, an orderly, and a freshly indentured servant – to start fucking and sucking a little bit harder.

As Simon began shooting his load, so did Thomas and Benjamin; and on a more involuntary basis so did little Joshua Millikin.

There were moans of ecstasy as sperm shot out everywhere and dribbled throughout the room.

After the sexual explosion, the free boys quickly tried to wipe up their ‘bayonets’ and their messes.  The after-abuse silence continued as the free boys re-dressed themselves, re-styled their hair, and got bundled up as they nervously tried to give off the appearance of being calm and ‘in-control’ employees of the Jackson County Social Services Agency.

But no one in the room, with the exception of the profoundly inebriated Jacob Bartlett, could believe or understand what had just happened: how they were coerced into a possible career-ending orgy by inebriated threats from Jackson County’s most senior Social Services official.

Thomas went up to Joshua and released him from the punishment frame. Thomas next took a warm washcloth and in silence began to wash off Joshua’s little penis. 

Thomas noticed Joshua’s dazed condition, threw down the washcloth, and gave Joshua a long, hard, hug, as if to make up for the shame he had endured.  

Thomas spoke quietly to the little Joshua; “Everything is going to be okay.  Let me take you now and help you relax; give you a long, warm, comforting, bath.”

With nothing else to resort to for comfort, Joshua looked up at Thomas and gave a nod and a smile.

To be continued...