Guinea Pig Boys
By:
Randall Austin
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Chapter 17
Michael Galyon made his way to Ward D to address the servitors, but when he got to the entrance doors of the ward he stopped, shook his head, and once again was confronted by his personal demons.
It was something that had been happening to him ever since the day he was hired by the Social Services System. As the country’s lead administrator for Social Services employees Mr. Galyon usually did not often have to deal one on one with actual slaves. Such meetings only rarely occurred, such as when his presence was needed for legal reasons over serious conflicts between slaves and a member or members of Social Services personnel.
Michael gathered himself and entered Ward D, to the especial delight of the boys in Ward D who were hooked up to and getting sex pumped by the sperming machines.
Mr. Galyon’s presence was always welcome to the boys in Ward D, especially among the seven boys in the ward who happened to be gay. Ever since Michael arrived at the facility he was the chief gossip item among the gay boys, ‘If I have to get a slave spanking, I want it to be from Mr. Galyon.’
Since most of the boys were near to the point of ejaculating when Mr. Galyon entered the room, it was understandable that they were disappointed when Mr. Galyon instructed the two attending technicians to turn off the Expro machines, and remove their penis pumps, body monitors, and anal stimulator plugs.
Once the technicians had the boys ‘unhooked’, Mr. Galyon addressed the roomful of naked boys sitting in their extraction pods, “You are all looking so good.”
One of the boys yelled, “And so are you!” Amid the laughter that followed an overseer in attendance waved his hands, ordering the boys to be silent and pay attention.
Mr. Galyon cleared his throat, “I have some very bad news.”
The smiles of the boys in Ward D quickly turned to quizzical looks and frowns, to which Michael smiled and raised his hand, “Allow me to clarify. It really is bad news for our country’s Social Services system; but it is likely to be very good news for all of you.”
The boys of Ward D gave confused looks, as Michael continued, “As some of you know, there has been a serious incident here at the Kansas City Social Services Agency.”
Michael lightened his tone, “However, most of you boys already knew that something was up; and I know that because we ‘higher-ups’ know everything that you boys are gossiping about.”
There was more laughter and Mr. Galyon continued, “I’m not at liberty to give out details of what will be happening in the next few days; but you boys will be finding a few major changes. For starters, the lead orderlies of Ward D, Amoro and Paulus, will be coming here very soon to bathe, oil, and diaper, you.”
“They will then lead you to temporary quarters on Level Three, where you will be served a very nice meal of ‘real’ food for a change.”
The boys whooped and clapped and Mr. Galyon was happy to see the boys, finally, in a cheerful mood, “After your meal you will be allowed common time, and then at 8 PM you will be put to bed by Amoro and Paulus.”
Mr. Galyon then told the boys to have a good time, thanked them for their good behavior, and gave a slight nod and bow to the boys as he was about to leave the ward, but risen hands and shouts of questions stopped Mr. Galyon from exiting.
“I understand your curiosity, but I cannot respond to any of your questions, because I simply do not know what the final Social Services’ rulings will be at this time. Thank you.”
Mr. Galyon made a hasty exit in what seemed to be a state of consternation to the boys in Ward D.
Rex looked at Terrence, “What was going on with him? It looked like he was going to start crying again.”
“I know. Something is really bothering him.”
***
All the fourteen diapered boys from Ward D were having the time of their life.
Rex and Terrence, eating the fresh fruit left over from their sumptuous meal, felt like kings.
“Can you believe we might be getting outta here?”
Terrence smiled at Rex and replied, “No, I’ll only believe it once it happens.”
When Joshua Milliken passed Rex and Terrence as they were enjoying the leftover fruit, Rex called out, “Hey Josh, come and join us.”
Joshua, with the typical meek demeanor of little boy with a small penis, nodded and happily joined them.
Rex, knowing that Joshua was conversation shy, began, “Isn’t it great we’re getting out of here?”
“Yeah, but I’m afraid.”
Rex wanted to put his arm around the little guy’s head, but restrained himself, “Hey, what’s going on?”
“If they let us go free, I have no place to go.”
Rex and Terrence gave questioning looks to Joshua as he continued, “When my parents found out that I had been indentured they told me that they never wanted to see me again, and… and…” Little Joshua broke into tears.
Terrence, losing his straight guy machismo-ness, quickly put an arm around Joshua’s backside, “Hey, stop crying.”
“I can’t because if they release me I don’t know what I will do.”
Terrence gave a look to Rex, who returned a nod, and then pulled Joshua closer to himself; “Then I will tell you what you will do. You will come and live with us!”
Joshua slowly recovered from his tears and asked, “What do you mean?”
Rex responded, “Terrence and I are thinking of getting an apartment together once we get out of here. We both like you. We all will need to find a way to get back on our feet again. We all need friends. Having you around our place would bring us nothing but smiles.”
Joshua broke into tears again; but now they were tears of joy rather than despair.
***
Michael Galyon, back at his office, checked his email and found a message from Thomas Crotchet sent from his prison email:
‘Dear Mr. Galyon,
I have some personal items still in my office at Social Services that I was told would be delivered to my parent’s home. But I have one quite large item there and I wonder if that will also be delivered, a piano. It is very important to me, for it was the first piano I had as a kid when I dreamt of being a concert pianist. I am wondering if that piano will also be sent to my parent’s home. If it will not be, I am certain that my parents would happily pay the costs of its removal and delivery to their home. Please sir, help me save my piano. It is my only friend.’
Michael shook his head in sadness at the thought of Thomas not having fulfilled his childhood dream, ‘I know how you feel, Thomas’.
***
It was a noisy scene and loud as most of the boys were engaged in general boisterous behavior such as chatting, wrestling, and sexing.
Michael stopped the music, told the boys to pay attention. He tasked them to please remove their sandals, scrub suits, diaper pads, and diapers. He explained that those items were now the property of Social Services United, and since the boys from Ward D in three days times would no longer be the property of Social Services, all of their Social Services assigned clothing and other items had to be returned.
After a moment of stunned silence in the community room, Michael continued, “Each and every one of you boys will soon no longer be the property of Social Services in the state of Missouri nor in the continental United States of America. Therefore you will all be free boys pending the signing of the executive order by our governor. Once the document is signed you will all be freed from your sentences of indenturement, regardless of the reasons for your indenturement.”
The boys shouted in whoops of elation as they hugged one another, jumped about, and shed tears of joy.
Once the explosion of happiness subsided, Mr. Galyon continued, “In a little bit a clothier from Social Services will be here to deliver to you some very special clothing; two full sets of very neat dress wear. You will be looking very stylish when your friends or family members come to pick you up.”
“We still are going through exit interviews, so I ask all of you boys to cooperate with the orderlies and the entire Social Services staff for the duration of your remaining 72 hours here as indentees of the state. Our team will be having interviews with each of you in the days ahead to discuss the terms of your release, and your compensation packages. Thank you.”
As the boys stripped bare to give up the diapers and the servitor garb they so hated, there was an abundance of happy feelings throughout the room.
Once Amoro and Paulus had finally collected all of the boys' Social Services garb and belongings, one of the boys put the music system back on full blast and tuned on some wild dance music. Soon all fourteen of the naked freshly-freed boys were dancing, hopping, singing, and laughing – with their shaved bare-pubed dicks swinging freely. It was the happiest day of their lives.
***
It was not however the happiest day in the life of Michael Galyon, who wandered about his office in despair.
Michael knew that he should be preparing himself for the upcoming exit interviews with the fourteen boys from Ward D, but he could not gather himself to do so.
When the anguish he was feeling became too overwhelming he pulled a ‘Mr. Bartlett’ and did something he rarely did – he removed a flask from his briefcase and drank its entire contents in four swallows.
To be continued...
Posted: 12/04/2020