Guinea Pig Boys

By: Randall Austin
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 15

Amoro and Paulus darted into the nearest utility closet they could find, hugged in wild fashion, and then began sucking the lips and tongues of each other as they caressed each other’s boners through their trousers.

But there was a bang on the door, both boys jumped, and the door to the room flung open by Mr. Simon Kettlestick, who yelled, “This is a fucking disgrace!  A fucking disgrace!  I want both of you boys to report to my office at 5 PM this evening when your shift is over.”

Once Mr. Kettlestick left the room, with both boys’ boners deflating, Paulus moaned, “Oh no, does this mean we’re going to lose our jobs?”

***

With a slow pace Thomas Crotchet made his way to Mr. 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 with a firmly voiced question, “Did I say you could sit down?”

Stunned, Thomas was embarrassed, “No sir, I’m sorry sir.”

Thomas immediately sensed that he was in serious trouble.

Mr. Galyon simply continued to stare at Thomas, giving Thomas no indication of the mood he was in or what he was about to say. Sweat began to form on Thomas’s forehead and in his armpits.

For a very different reason a nervous sweat began to form on Mr. Galyon’s brow even as he continued to give Thomas only silence and a suspicious gaze.

When Mr. Galyon did begin to speak it was with slightly pursed lips and a condescending tone such as some pretty boy faggot would use on a troll who approached him in a bar: “I have been sent here to oversee an inquiry into a terrible incident that took place here on the night of August second of this year.”

“What you and your colleagues did on that evening was abuse a young servitor to an extreme degree, jeopardizing his very wellbeing.”

“As you abused him, you and your colleagues have also jeopardized the reputation of Social Services, of its employees, overseers, trainers, and directors.”

“And you have effectively called to a halt the experiments taking place in Ward D.  The entire data gained thus far from the experiments in Ward D is now invalid; and thus the program has to be discontinued, and re-begun with an entirely new cast of servitors.”

“You have cost the taxpayers a fortune!  What kind of idiocy did it take, given the authority you and your colleagues possessed, to do such things to a young servitor?”

Thomas shook and lowered his head in remorse, and let out a sob.

Mr. Galyon, moved by Thomas’s apparent remorse, took on a more conciliatory tone, “Because you came forward with information on the events of that evening and the events leading up to that evening, I am certain that you will be offered a more lenient sentence from the court than your colleagues.”

“You confessed to taking videos of not only the events of the rape, but also video of the boys in Ward D undergoing ‘fluid’ extraction, and of sending the video to a said Jeremy Williamson.  I am happy to inform you that this individual is in the process of being arrested at this very moment for having posted your videos, which he knew to be classified documents.”

Thomas felt some relief from the words of Mr. Galyon, but also sorrow at finally realizing the fact that the boy he loved, his Jeremy, was a total asshole.

Mr. Galyon wanted to offer the sobbing Thomas a hug, but he knew that the head of the Federal Social Service System couldn’t be seen coddling employees.

But he also knew that Thomas needed correction, “You are employed by Social Services as a senior overseer of the indentured population.  And just as we punish servitors who misbehave, I believe in punishing overseers who misbehave.  And what I am going to do is order you to be punished right now.”

Mr. Galyon got on his phone, “Hey Phil, would you please come up to my office; I’ve got an important task for you perform.”

Thomas was worried, “But sir, I am already under investigation.  I am sure the judges will…” Mr. Galyon cut Thomas off.

“The judges will most likely give you a reduced sentence because you came forward and revealed the wrongdoing, but mainly because you are the state’s prime witness.  But that doesn’t change the fact that you need a good dose of discipline to help put you in the proper frame of mind, which is to serve the state to the best of your ability in properly controlling the servitor population.”

There was a knock on the door, and Mr. Galyon called out, “Come on in, Phil!”

A muscled and fit man of 28, wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt with the word’s, ‘I like beer’ emblazoned, entered the room, “Thanks for coming on short notice Phil.”

“Phil, this is Thomas Crotchet, one of our lead overseers as you know, and it turns out he needs a bit of correction.”

“Thomas, this is Phil Barker, our lead janitor.  Thomas what I want you to do now is strip totally buck bare naked, and I’m going to have Phil escort you down to the main servitor bathing and toilet facility, and Phil will be supervising you as you hand clean all of the toilets and urinals.  I think it would be a fitting punishment for you, as it would show the servitors that overseers are not above the law any more so than they are.”

Thomas whined questioningly as he began to nervously to shift on his feet, “Sir this isn’t a good thing.”

Mr. Galyon stood up and approached Thomas, “You need to stop whining and start facing the consequences of your actions; you know you deserve this!”

As Thomas started to sob Mr. Galyon ordered, “Now strip out of your overseer uniform!”

As Thomas did as ordered, slowly removing his clothes, Mr. Galyon looked to the lead janitor, “Phil, if Thomas fails to do exactly as you instruct, just give me a jingle and I’ll have an overseer sent down to give Thomas a bit of physical punishment that he most likely will never forget.”

***

An apprehensive Joshua Milliken, dressed in servitor standard casual wear rather than the Ward D scrub suit, was led into Mr. Galyon’s office by orderly Benjamin Simms.

Mr. Galyon thanked Benjamin as he exited, and then walked up to Joshua, put his hand to Joshua’s back and gently invited and guided him to take a seat.

Once Mr. Galyon had returned to his desk, he began slowly, “Joshua, I know what you have been through.  I assure you that the entire Social Services agency is appalled at what has happened to you.  And very soon I will be giving you and all the lads in Ward D more information on your and the perpetrators’ status.”

Joshua was comforted by this information. 

Joshua, I don’t have to ask you what happened in Mr. Bartlett’s office, because I’ve seen a video of what they did to you, and I can assure you that all those involved will be facing some very serious consequences.”

“But there is one thing we still need to do: although you have already been examined by a medical professional, I will also need to do a physical exam of you so that I can confirm that the Social Services response is in agreement with the medical examiner’s report. So I now need to ask you to remove your clothing and hop up on the gurney.”

Joshua, like most servitors housed in the Kansas City Social Services compound, was used to having to strip on command.

Mr. Galyon lead Joshua to a gurney, watched as he stripped and then had Joshua hop up on the gurney and recline on his back.

As Michael Galyon rubbed little Joshua’s body for pain points, a sadness came to him, a sadness that pursued him whenever he had do deal with slaves on an one on one basis.

Dealing with servitors on a one on one basis was rare for Mr. Galyon, since he was the lead Human Resource director of the country’s entire Social Service system. In such a position Mr. Galyon only had to deal with slaves one on one when he had to intervene and oversee situations where extreme breeches of protocol were involved.

Sadness overwhelmed Michael as he gently massaged Joshua’s body to check for pain points and bruising.  It was a sadness Michael always felt when he was dealing with issues of servitor abuse.

But as Michael gently took on the task of overseeing Joshua’s and all the other Ward D slaves’ wellbeing, only one thought came to him; he was in a place that he did not want to be in.

***

After their evening 45 minute so-called ‘recreation and free time’, the boys in Ward D were re-hooked up to their expression pods - AKA ‘expro’, or the ‘milking machine’.

Rex and Terrence, hooked up in adjoining milking pods, did their usual evening bantering as the ‘expro’ machine began its first slow pulsing and edging session for the night.

Rex was the first to bring it up; “Did you notice through his white dress shirt the size of Mr. Galyon’s nipples?”

“Well, yeah, I did.  But why do you ask?”

Rex at first backed away from responding, so there was an initial silence.  After a bit Rex gave a laugh, “I don’t know; I guess I sorta wished I had nipples like that.”

Terrence shook his head with a laugh, “Why would you want big nipples?”

“I just think they’re kind of sexy.”

Terrence gave a smile and a laugh, “Just as I always suspected; you really are a homo.  But I still love you bro.”

Rex and Terrence’s laughs gave way to further banter, but as the edging machines slowly began to shimmy their cocks their banter ceased as they closed their eyes.

And as the machines brought the boys ever closer to ‘seminal expression’, Rex reached out his hand and grabbed Terrence by his wrist. 

Both boys were feeling happy and good as the milking machines kicked into higher gear.

***

Amoro and Paulus did as ordered, and met with Mr. Simon Kettlestick in his office at the time he had prearranged.

Simon, a scion of United Social Services, wasted no time in claiming what he wanted: “I want both of you boys to strip bare balls naked!”

To his grand surprise, both boys refused, as Amoro made it clear, “No way.  We’re not your slaves, so you can’t use us as your playthings!”

“How dare you!  I’m phoning Mr. Galyon right now and letting him know that you have both just been fired by me, and he’ll need both of you to report immediately to his office so he can inform you of the terms of your release!”

Terrence laughed out loud, “No, I don’t think you need to bother with that, as Mr. Galyon has already made an appointment with us to see him two days from now to let him know if we have ever seen any instances of senior staff abusing slaves.”

Rex merrily joined in, “Yeah, so fuck off, we’re not your concern; you don’t have to bother with us, Mr. Perv!”

As both janitors exited the office, Mr. Kettlestick, dazed, went to his desk and phoned his mother, “Mommy, I love you.  I’m a good boy, you know that, don’t you mommy?”

To be continued...