Guinea Pig Boys

By: Randall Austin
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 18

All fourteen boys from Ward D were sitting around the breakfast table in their temporary holding quarters on sub-terrain level 3. 

Rex and Terrence were seated together at the table and both boys were looking forward to their exit interviews with Michael Galyon which was scheduled for a little bit later that morning.

When Rex said, “I hope he’s wearing one of his tight dress shirts so we can get another view of his super nipples.”

Terrence nodded, “Yeah, he’s hot alright; but there is something going on with him.  He seems like he is fragile, or at least like he’s going to break out into tears at any moment.”

Rex agreed, “Yeah, I’ve been wondering what’s going on with him.”

Terrence gave a pensive nod, “I have been thinking about him, and I think I know what’s going on in his head, what he is dealing with.”

“Tell me Terry, I’m curious.”

“Rex, I’m not sure of this, it’s just sort of me doing an ‘armchair psychoanalysis’ kind of thing.”

“’Armchair psychology’?  I’m listening.  Tell me what’s going on with him, Dr. Freud.”

Terrence patted Rex on the shoulder and whispered, “Okay, I’ll tell you, but let’s move to somewhere more private.”

***

The majority of the servitors housed on the sub terrain levels of the Kansas City Missouri Social Services complex were unaware of the drama that was going on in the floor levels above them. 

The thousands of slaves housed in the lower levels of the complex, of all grade qualities, were kept regularly fed, hose-bathed, enema-ed, diapered, spanked as needed, and generally ignored, until someone showed an interest in purchasing one of them.

It was only in the after hours, when their superiors had left for the day, that both Amoro and Paulus would visit the lower levels and walk down the lines and view the slaves in their rows and rows of cages.

The orderlies Amoro and Paulus had no authority over the servitors housed in the huge Kansas City Social Services complex, but they did love walking down the corridors in the evening and sort of pretend to be important people, like guards or medics.  It was something they could boast to their friends about; ‘Oh yeah, I’m in the slave business and I deal with slaves all the time’.

While their nightly tours down in the catacombs gave Amoro and Paulus hardons, the arrogance of the youngsters gave the servitors housed in their cages something to talk and laugh about.

***

Michael Galyon was nervous as he waited in his office for the arrival of Rex Dalton and Terrence Finley for their exit interviews.

He checked himself in the mirror three times before their arrival, tried on a couple of dress shirts and ties, splashed his face with water, puffed up his hair in several different ways, and was even tempted to apply cologne - but the correct and ‘business-proper’ Michael quickly took hold and ruled that out as being inappropriate under the circumstances. 

But the most frustrating part for Michael was that he wasn’t exactly sure why he was feeling anxious and wanting to look good for the two former ‘lab rats’.

Rex and Terrence entered Michael’s office like two little eager-beaver high school students excited at a chance to be able to talk, one on one, with their most favorite and super handsome high-school teacher.

Michael greeted the boys and invited them to take a seat.  Michael knew that his timing was off even as he blurted out too early in the conversation, eager to get on the good sides of both of the boys, “I am happy to say that I have two bits of good news for you.”

“You both were sentenced to seven years indenturement; but because of the nature of the experiments you were involved in, and because your offenses were not of a violent nature, your sentences will not be reduced -  - but instead your entire sentences have been rescinded.”

Both Rex and Terrence closed their eyes and shook their heads in disbelief as tears of joy ran down their faces.  They hugged and rocked each other, as Mr. Galyon offered them his box of tissues.

As the boys wiped their tears away Mr. Galyon continued, “But there is more very good news for the both of you.  You boys committed felonies under three jurisdictions, The State of Missouri, Jackson County, and Kansas City University.  Kansas City University demanded that you repay your student loan debts of $260,000 immediately upon release from your term of indenturement.”

“But because Kansas City University had a participating funding role in the experiments that went on in Ward D, they are excusing both of you of your student loan debts if you both agree to finish your education with them.”

Rex, with mouth open in unbelieving wonder, threw his hands over his ears and looked up at the ceiling, again shaking his head in disbelief.  Terrence simply froze in amazement.

Once the elation had settled, Mr. Galyon asked the boys what would be the first thing they would likely do once they had returned to their former lives.

Terrence responded, “Rex and I have been talking a lot about that lately, and one thing we have agreed on is that we’re going to get an apartment together.  While we have been here we’ve become friends with Joshua Milliken.  He doesn’t have a good home situation, so we have invited him to join us in the new apartment we eventually get.  So the first big thing we’ll be doing is looking for an apartment, and trying to have a family life.”

“That sounds wonderful.”  Mr. Galyon wanted to ask if they planned to get a one, two, or three bedroom apartment.  The ‘business-proper’ Michael regretted that he couldn’t ask that question of the boys, but was surprised when Rex freely answered that question for him.

“So we need a two bedroom apartment.”

Seeing that Michael was surprised by his answer, Rex explained, “Terry and I have been friends since forever, but being locked up here all this time we got to know each other a little better.  When a couple of months ago I finally confessed to my best friend here, Terrence, that I’ve been a closeted gay all my life, Terrence revealed, to my disbelief, that he was too.  We have since fallen in love.” 

Michael responded with a big laughing smile, “That’s a beautiful story.  You have found each other.  So something good came out of this period of indenturement!”

The boys nodded in agreement.  Terrence added, “Not only have we ‘found’ each other, but being here has taught us a lot of things about the way the world works.”

Michael wondered, “What do you mean?”

“We found out how slaves are really treated: awfully!  So much so that we have talked about getting a slave for ourselves, just so there would be one slave in the world who would finally be treated fairly.”

Michael sat up almost as if shocked, as Rex added to Terrence’s comments, “But that is just talk.  We could never afford a slave.”

Michael, not really knowing how to respond to such an unexpected revelation, went into his ‘business professional’ mode, “Well, please just remember, I’m in the servitor business and I know about the cost of slaves, and I can assure you that there are a lot of affordable servitor options out there, both for purchase and for leasing.”

Levelheaded Terrence responded without giving Mr. Galyon’s comment much thought, “It’s probably something we really wouldn’t do because we do not want to promote the slave industry.  It amazed us both, and every other guy in Ward D, how slaves really are treated.  I mean, we all have heard stories about how slaves are treated terribly; but for some reason I never really wanted to believe it. But the fact is that we were treated like pieces of shit the whole time.  Not from only the daily put downs from the orderlies and the technicians and medical staff, but even from the directors of the entire US Social Services system.”

“I feel it would have been better for both Rex and I if we had been sent to prison instead of indenturement, since our time here at Kansas City Social Services has been nothing but a non-stop series of degrading experiences.”

Terrence noticed Michael’s hands do a slight tremble as at the same time he averted his gaze to his desktop.

Without noticing Michael’s condition, Rex picked up on the words of Terrence, “The way we have so often been humiliated and treated would be considered as sexual abuse in any court of law if we were free men!”

Both boys, on seeing Michael Galyon crushed into a state of anguish, a man whom they both admired and thought of as a ‘good guy’, in an instant gave up their complaints and were only concerned about Michael’s condition.

“Mr. Galyon, sir, what’s wrong?  This is me, Terrence.  Can you hear me?”

Michael, so overwrought, could not respond but only shake his head, the meaning of which assured Rex and Terrence that he was in fact not losing consciousness.

Rex spoke soothingly, “Mr. Galyon, we like you very much.  We didn’t mean to personally offend you. How can we help?  Please tell us what’s wrong.”

On hearing the word ‘sir’ uttered by a concerned and loving voice, Michael muttered as he tried to constrain himself from breaking down, “I’m sorry.  I have lied to the both of you, I have lied to my family and friends, I have lied to Social Services, and I have lied to myself.”

Rex and Terrence looked at each other, as they recalled their earlier conversation about Mr. Galyon’s condition.

Terrence wondered what he should do, gave a questioning look to Rex, and then thought, “Hell, I have nothing to lose.”

Terrence went and stood next to Michael seated at his desk, and addressed him with his first name, “Michael, listen to me.  I want to help you.  I am going to tell you what you need to do.”

Mr. Galyon, surprised at Terrence’s use of the familiar address, was shaken out of his sorrowful reverie and gave Terrence a questioning look.

“You need to wake up and stop feeling sorry for yourself, because those days are over.”

Mr. Galyon, stunned, listened wide-eyed as Terrence continued, “I have a task for you to perform.  I want you to come and gather Rex and me from our temporary holding quarters at 7 PM this evening and bring us back here to your office.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You heard me; you are to collect Rex and me from our quarters at 7 PM this evening and bring us back to this office of yours.”

Mr. Galyon, unsure of what craziness was going on, nevertheless answered in a civil fashion, “But I can’t do that.  I have been invited to a birthday dinner party tonight at the home of a friend.”

“Well then you need to cancel it!”

Mr. Galyon couldn’t begin to imagine what Terrence and Rex were intending, “Look boys, if you have something you want to talk about or say to me, say it now.  I can’t back out of this gathering.”

Terrence responded in a quiet and soothing voice, “Yes, you can back out of that party and you will.  In fact you are not to leave this building until after our 7 PM meeting here tonight.  In the meantime Rex and I will be going down and doing research on some vital matters for the next six hours.  Once we have finished, at 7 PM tonight, we will gather here and then we can talk.”

“What I want you to do now, Michael, is go up to the commissary and get yourself a sandwich or something for your supper tonight, because you are not to leave this building.  Did you hear me?”

By this time Mr. Galyon was fully out of his depression and very much back to being himself and asked, “Do you know who I am?  Have you forgotten who you are talking to?”

“Of course we know who and what you are, Michael.  Rex and I have nothing but the highest respect and admiration for you.  But if you really care for Rex and me and, more importantly, for yourself, you will do as we are now ordering.  You will remain in this building and come and collect us 7 PM tonight.”

“What’s going on?”

Terrence fondled Michael’s chin, “I think it’s what you guys at the high end of the Social Services ‘food chain’ simply refer to as a ‘market value assessment’.”

To be continued...