Guinea Pig Boys

By: Randall Austin
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 14

Amoro entered the laundry room pushing a cart full of soiled diapers as Paulus was filling one of the washers with another load of soiled diapers, “I got all of the boys in Ward D cleaned up and put into fresh diapers.  But all I can think of is Rex; boy does that kid ever have a huge cock. When I took off his diaper he was bone hard, so I couldn't spend too much time baby lotioning his groin area because I knew he was pretty darn close to shooting a load in my eye.”

Paulus seemed lost in thought, so Amoro wondered, “Paulus, what’s going on?”

“Probably nothing.  Just thinking.  Earlier today I saw Mr. Bartlett shouting at Thomas and Benjamin, and both of them looked scared shitless.”

Amoro noted, “Yeah, now that I think of it, earlier I saw Simon Kettlestick looking like he had something serious on his mind, almost as if he had been crying.”

Paulus joked, “Well it must be hard having one of those director’s jobs, since it can’t be easy on them having to hang out with Mr. Bartlett and drinking Scotch after a hard day of doing nothing but spanking naughty slave boys.”

As Paulus left the laundry room Amoro gave him a slap on the ass.

***

Mr. Michael Galyon was assigned a temporary office in the compound of the Kansas City Social Services agency as he started out his task of investigating alleged wrongdoings at the agency.

Gathered in Mr. Galyon’s office were all of the agency’s senior officials and directors.

On seeing and meeting Mr. Michael Galyon for the first time Thomas whispered to Mr. Bartlett, “Oh my gawd, he's just a kid!”

Bartlett whisper-sneered, “Yeah, he may appear to be a kid but he's the most ruthless ass turd I've ever met.  And I’ll bet you will soon be agreeing with me.”

Michael went about the room of the assembled management team and shook hands with all those gathered for the informal greeting/meeting, got their names, and thanked them for their contributions toward Social Services in Missouri’s Kansas City district.

After the initial greetings Mr. Bartlett went up to Michael, “Can I get you something to drink?  Some tea perhaps”, and with a twinkle in his eye proffered, “or maybe with drop or two of cognac added?”

Rather than politely refuse such an offer that came so early in the in the day Mr. Michael Galyon drew himself up, “I hope that was supposed to be some kind of crude joke; this is neither the time nor the place for such a comment!”

Mr. Bartlett backed down in an instant, “Sir, of course I'm sorry about that.  I made that comment only in jest.  We here at the Kansas City Social Services try to keep things on a ‘fun-fun’ level to help us get through our difficult tasks of controlling the almost 2000 servitors we have housed here in our compound.”

A look of doubt along with a touch of a sneer came across Mr. Galyon's face as he gave a nod and continued, “I'm here to investigate a most serious crime so this is not the time for playground behavior.”

With a sweaty brow, Mr. Bartlett answered, “Yes sir.  Of course, sir.”

Thomas’s cock twitched as he watched such a hot young official put down his asshole boss.

In a firm voice Mr. Galyon addressed the assembled, “I am here for only one reason: I want to get to the bottom of these allegations leveled at Social Services here in Kansas City.  Word has already gotten out to other agencies about a certain video.  In short, most of our country’s Social Services departments have already gotten wind of it.  The impact of all of this is that our entire agency, United Social Services, has been tainted!”

Mr. Galyon rapped down the folder file he was holding in his hands hard on to his desk.

“In the days ahead when I question you I expect straight and direct answers from each and everyone of you.”

“Believe me, I am able to tell if you're lying. If any one of you should lie to me during the course of this investigation I will have your balls! And I mean that literally. Infibulation is legal punishment for high officials in the Social Services industry who abuse positions of power.”

“I will begin interviewing all of you starting tomorrow!”

There was silence and a loosening of collars in the room as Mr. Michael Galyon exited the room without giving out the standard pleasantries.

 Mr. Bartlett pulled out his bottle of Scotch.

Thomas, shaking his head, blurbed, “Boy, that kid is something else!”

Simon shook his head as he whispered, “Fuck, who does he think he is?”

***

Several days later, as Rex and Terrence walked down the corridor to return towards Ward D after their fitness training session, they passed Mr. Michael Galyon, who stopped to introduce himself, “Hi boys, I'm with Social Services Federal, how are you two guys doing?”

Both Rex and Terrence were taken aback that Mr. Galyon would bother to speak to them, and when the two guinea pig boys answered that they were ‘ok’, Mr. Michael Galyon replied with a smile, “That is so good to hear.  So you are both saying that you two are happy with your treatment here.  I'm going to be around here for a week or two so I would like to get to know you two and hear more of what you have to say about your experiences here.”

Once Mr. Galyon was a good bit away Rex whispered to Terrence “My gosh, what a super hottie!”

“What, are you a homo dude?”

Rex laughed, “No, no more than you are, but just as much as you are.”

Rex threw his arm around Terrence and they walked back together towards Ward D.

***

A nervous Benjamin Simms was escorted to the door of Mr. Galyon’s office by Mr. Bartlett. Before knocking on the door to Michael Galyon’s office, Mr. Bartlett gave a warning to the orderly, “Remember, stick with the script I gave you. All four of us have to present the same story: it was a discipline session administered in the only way Joshua Milliken would understand, and it was not a rape scene in the way it appeared to be in that video.  All of us in that room only loved and cared about little Joshua Milliken.”

Mr. Bartlett gave a knock, then opened the door to Michael's temporary office, and gave Benjamin a pat on the shoulder as he entered the office.

Mr. Bartlett closed the door, and wiped his sweaty brow as he made his way back to his office.

A poised and smiling Mr. Galyon asked Benjamin to have a seat. After a few pleasantries, Mr. Galyon got immediately to the point, "Can you tell me in your own words exactly what happened on the night of August 2nd of this year?”

“Yes sir Mr. Galyon. We were having problems with Joshua Milliken a servitor in the experiments division, in Ward D.”

“He had been creating quite a few problems for us, and some of his behaviors could very likely have compromised the integrity of the control groups’ data.  After repeated warnings he refused to change his disruptive behavior, so Mr. Bartlett suggested a punishment which was based on those recommended in his personal compensation record.”

After a pause during which he recollected Mr. Bartlett’s script, Benjamin continued, “Mr. Bartlett told us that we needed to get Joshua in line as quickly as possible.”

Mr. Michael Galyon raised his eyebrows and asked, “What exactly did his personal record reveal that determined the course of action that was to follow?”

“Well, Mr. Galyon, sir, we were told that Joshua was a promiscuous homosexual prior to his being indentured. And it was found out from interviews with his former sexual partners that he was what is known as a vanilla. He hated rough play and never allowed himself to be fucked and stuff like that because it was very much something he didn't like at all.”

Mr. Galyon, only nodded, and after a pause spoke calmly, “Interesting; that is almost the same report verbatim I got from Bartlett, Crotchet, and Kettlestick.”

Benjamin didn't know what to say as sweat formed on his brow.

There was nothing but painful silence as Michael Galyon simply stared at Benjamin.

When Benjamin could no longer bear the stare of Mr. Michael Galyon, he fell apart and started to cry out loud, “Mr. Bartlett said we had to do it or else we would lose our jobs. I'm sorry, so sorry.  Mr. Bartlett was making me do stuff I never ever would've done. But I was and am having serious financial problems now, and I need my job; and so I did what he ordered us to do.  It was awful sir.  Awful.”

Michael passed a box of tissues to the sobbing orderly.

Once Benjamin had left Mr. Galyon’s office to resume his duties as an orderly, Michael turned on his computer and re-watched the video of the assault and rape of Joshua Milliken by the senior staff of Kansas City's Social Services.

When the video ended, Michael, lost in wonderment put his head in his hands, as Thomas Crotchet made his way to Michael Galyon’s office. 

After he knocked and was invited in, Thomas made his way to a chair that was positioned in front of Mr. Galyon’s desk.  As he was about to seat himself Mr. Galyon stopped him in a firm voice, “Did I say you could sit down?”

To be continued...