Guinea Pig Boys

By: Randall Austin
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 12

When Mr. Jacob Bartlett finally managed to make his way into his office the morning following the obscene and abusive drunken orgy he had managed to obtain from his sycophantic staff, his mind was still hazy and fearfully unable to fully recall and comprehend just what he had done.

The first thing to happen once he had arrived at his office and managed to make his first secretive sip of scotch was to take a call from his secretary notifying him that Rex Dalton’s father was on the line and wished to speak with him.

Jacob answered and heard, “My son, Rex Dalton, told me that he was severely whipped on his bare buttocks for some non-compliance procedure a week ago, and that once the whipping was over he and all the other boys in his ward were injected and put into a state of sedation.”

Mr. Bartlett was not surprised at the comment, but he was mortified when he heard Mr. Dalton’s follow up comment, “And now I am getting word that some new servitor over there was sexually abused.”

Mr. Bartlett stuttered, “Wait – what – where did you hear such a thing?”

“That’s none of your business.  What I want to know is what’s going on with my son?  I am demanding to know what drugs and tests he is being subjected to!”

The first drink of Scotch had not yet registered with Mr. Bartlett’s senses, and thus he was able to respond in a calm and reassuring manner, “We here at Social Services use only benign control and containment procedures, as well as the use of calming palliatives, such as the 'comfort stop', the 'root cinch', as well as various ataractic body embrocations.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but don’t try to bullshit me; my son said he was strapped onto some frame and beaten.”

“Yes, we do on occasion need to resort to the mild use of sensory-inducement procedures, but for the most part we control problem behavior through the use of bridles, halters, and ‘comforters’, along with standardized control vestments and containment corrals.”

Mr. Dalton shouted, “Containment corrals?”

“You need to calm down Mr. Dalton!  Sometimes boys undergoing experimentation get delirious and need to be kept caged - or ‘corralled’ as we more usually refer to such a procedure.” 

Mr. Dalton let out a bewildered expletive, yet Mr. Bartlett still managed to remain fairly calm, “A containment corral is only used to calm down short-term tantrums, and moderate deliriums.  You need to trust me when I tell you that all of the control procedures and implements used at our facility are state of the art, and have been proven humane by the Missouri State’s Department of Social Services, and most of them are federally approved.”

***

Thomas Crotchet gave a phone call to the person he had always wanted to believe was his boyfriend, and for whom he was willing to do practically anything.

“Jeremy, I’m working late tonight.  I’m covering the late shift in Ward D for nurse Costen.  And guess what I’m going to do?”

Jeremy responded, as he often did to unexpected calls from Thomas, with a tinge of annoyance in his voice, “No, what are you going to do?”

“I know you have always wanted to see the slaves hooked up to their milking stalls; well I managed to get myself in charge of Ward D tonight, so I will be working alone this evening and I will be able to get video of all fourteen slaves getting dick-pumped like a herd of cows tethered in their milking stalls.”

Jeremy for once was happy to hear from Thomas, “Wow, that will be great.  I can’t wait to see the video.”

“And that’s not all Jeremy; I also got some great shots of a new little guinea pig from Ward D getting gang raped.”

Jeremy was finally excited to be talking to Thomas, “Oh wow, when can I see them?”

“After tonight’s shift I’m off work for two days and am going with my family to visit relatives in Topeka.  I can show you the videos when I return.”

“Hell no, don’t keep me waiting; I want to see them as soon as possible.  Send the videos to me as soon as you get off work tonight!”

“Jeremy, I’m not comfortable doing that, you know that.  I’ll show them to you on my cell when I return.”

“Look man, you already sent me that one video of those two guys strung up in their punishment bras, and I never showed it to anyone else.  You can trust me!”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Just do it!  I love you bro!  Send the vids to me after your shift tonight.  Gotta run!”

***

Later that day, at 4 PM, the boys in Ward D were released from the ‘milking machines’, and all of the nude lab rats were then placed on gurneys where they were scrubbed down by Amoro and Paulus.

The two orderlies who gave Rex and Terrence their intake indoctrination baths, enemas, and shaves - and who ever since then had generally treated them as nothing but lowly slaves, were now two changed orderlies after the rounds of put-downs and abuses they themselves had suffered on a regular basis from their immediate Social Service supervisors, Thomas Crotchet, Simon Kettlestick, and Jacob Bartlett.

Over time both Amoro and Paulus had developed a greater empathy for the servitors under their care.

As the two orderlies scrubbed, massaged, and oiled, Rex and Terrence, their conversations turned toward a better understanding of a servitor’s place in the world – almost to one that was of best-friend bantering.

Orderlies, as the world knows, are overwhelmingly homo boys, and it was proven when Amoro whispered to Rex as he oiled his inner thighs, “Gawd, you are so hot.  I got an erection the first time I saw you naked.  It was the worst moment in my life as I tried to conceal my erection from Mr. Bartlett.”

And as Paulus shaved Terrence’s armpits he laughingly joked, as easily as if Terrence was one of his part-time fuck buddies, “Man, I wish I could have my nose in these pits of yours all night long!”

After the baths the boys in Ward D, still kept wiener swinging naked, are allowed some social time of an hour and a half with the other herd members before being re-hooked up to the tubes of the milking machine.

It was at such a time that Rex and Terrence connected with little Joshua Millikin.  They approached him because he was often alone at such times, and Rex simply asked him, “Hi, how are you doing?”

Joshua responded with sobs, “My family hates me because I’m nothing but a slave.” 

Both Terrence and Rex patted and gave Joshua a big hug. Terrence smiled as he tickled Joshua’s ear, “We will get through this!”

***

After their social hour the boys in Ward D had their man-tubes relubed, and were then hooked back up to the sperming machines by Amoro and Paulus under the supervision of two lab technicians. 

A short time later, after the technicians had left Ward D, Thomas Crotchet entered the ward to take command of the evening shift, and did the standard procedural questioning of the orderlies, “How did it all go?”

Amoro answered with, “There were no problems, sir, except with Joshua.  His penis is so tiny that both Paulus and I had a hard time getting him tubed.  But after several tries I think we got him properly sperm tubed.”

Thomas answered with a smile, “Yeah, we have always had problems hooking up small dicked boys to the machine.  But you did a great job here as usual and I want the both of you to sign out early today and leave here and enjoy yourselves.”

Amoro mugged his broadest Italian smile, “Sir, Mr. Crotchet, you are the greatest boss we ever had!”

Paulus also chimed in, “Thank you Mr. Crotchet.  I love being a member of your team.”

Amoro and Paulus, once out of Ward D, congratulated each other on the fake praise they each had managed to give to Mr. Crotchet.

Once Thomas was alone in Ward D with the fourteen boys hooked up to the ‘sperming machines’ he checked to make sure that his cell phone was fully recharged.

Thomas knew that the sperming machines would begin pumping the boys at 1 AM and he wanted to be sure that he could record the action.

To be continued...