Guinea Pig Boys

By: Randall Austin
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 19

When Michael Galyon went down to the Social Services commissary for his first visit to the venue since his stay in Kansas City, he was amazed at the menu options being offered.  How could the Kansas City Social Services commissary have something like an artichoke sandwich on the menu?

Back at his office as he ate the sandwich and was deciding whether or not he should take a shower to refresh himself for his scheduled meeting with Rex and Terry - a meeting he had readily accepted for reasons which he still did not understand – he nevertheless spent more time wondering, ‘why is a slave commissary in Kansas City, Missouri, making such a ‘high end’ sandwich as this?’

Michael decided to take a shower, not only to pass the time, but because he loved taking showers.

Michael loved soaping up and washing his trim body, smelling good, shaving and keeping his arm pits and nads baby smooth, the cleansing feeling of the water splashing down from the showerhead jets as he rinsed himself, and finally giving his body a vigorous towel-drying session. 

But stepping out of the shower was always his favorite moment, for then he could pose in front of the mirror totally naked, admiring himself, and doing muscle boy poses.

But as the clock indicated 7 PM approaching, Michael had a few doubts and grew indignant with himself; ‘Why did I ever agree to meet with these two boys after hours?’

But he nevertheless decided to be business professional; he put on a white dress shirt, along with a snappy tie.

In an attempt to appear less formal, he donned a sports jacket. After doing a final adjustment to his hair he made his way down to Sub Terrain level 3 to collect Rex and Terrence.

***

When lead nurse Susan Costen approached Amoro and told him that a slave in Sub Terrain level 2 needed a diaper change, she was greeted with, “I can’t, I’m really busy right now.”

A certain level of command had pretty much disappeared from Kansas City’s Social Services now that its three senior officials had been hauled off to prison.

Nurse Costen decided to do the diaper change herself, and as she made her way down to Sub Terrain level 2, she ran into Michael Galyon on the elevator, “Mr. Galyon, what are you doing here at this hour?”

“I just have a lot of shit I’m dealing with right now – sorry, please forgive my language.  What are you doing down here?”

Nurse Costen gave a wink, “I am a nurse, remember, so I am dealing with shit of the real kind.”

***

There were no words exchanged between Mr. Galyon and the two slaves that he had gathered from Sub Terrain Level 3 as they made their way through the corridors of Social Services on their way up to Michael’s temporary office.

Terrence, holding a folder, and Rex, followed behind Mr. Galyon on the way to his office.

Once they entered the office and the door was closed behind them, Terrence addressed Rex, “Wow, Mr. Galyon is looking really good tonight, all dressed up.”

Rex agreed, “Yeah, really good.”

The comments and tone of the boys alerted Michael that something was indeed ‘up’ with the two indentees, and he immediately countered them, “Look you two guys; I decided to meet with you this evening even though I don’t know what’s up with you.  So just tell me what’s going on right now and I’ll see if I can handle whatever issues you two are dealing with, and we can then quickly get you back to your quarters.”

Terrence gave a nod, “Okay Mikey, happy to see you want to get down to business.”

“How did you just address me?”

“By your new name.”  Terrence then pulled a nine-page document from the folder he was holding, “It’s all in here.  Do you know what I am holding in my hand, Mr. Galyon, sir?”

“Of course I do not, and I am not here to play games.  I thought you boys had something important to discuss.”

Terrence nodded, “We do in fact have something very important to discuss.  Because this document which I hold in my hand could change your life; change it for the better.”

Mr. Galyon had enough, “I want both of you boys out of this office right now.”

Terrence set his folder down walked up to the flustered Mr. Galyon, and gently put a hand on his shoulder, “Please calm down Mr. Galyon.  We’re here because we like you and want to help you.”

Mr. Galyon had never before been addressed with such impertinence, yet such treatment jolted him in a way he couldn’t grasp.

When there was no quick reaction from Mr. Galyon, Terrence and Rex also said nothing.  In silence Terrence put his hands to the bow of Mr. Galyon’s tie and slowly started undoing it.

Mr. Galyon was not in shock, he was fully aware of what was going on, yet he couldn’t immediately grasp why he was making no attempt to resist what was happening.

Once Terrence had removed the tie from the immobile Mr. Galyon, he spoke in the soothing voice one would use on a child, “Now we have to remove your shirt, Mikey.”

Without making a move Mr. Galyon asked, “Why do you have to remove my shirt?”

“Sir, I suspect you must know something of what’s going on, or least have a ‘feel’ for what is going on.”

“No, please tell me why you are doing this to me.”

Terrence replied, “We are doing this because we need to do an inspection of you.”

When Mr. Galyon gave no reply, Terrence nodded to Rex who then began to unbutton Mr. Galyon’s dress shirt.  Once unbuttoned Rex pulled the hem of the shirt out of Mr. Galyon’s slacks and eased the shirt off from his body.

As Terrence picked up his folder he requested that Michael raise his arms up so that Rex could pull his t-shirt off. 

When Michael gave a simple shake of his head in the negative, Terrence shook his head in a disappointed nod, “You know why we have to do this to you, and you know what’s in this folder; don’t you Mr. Michael Galyon?”

Michael finally spoke as if awakening from his mild daze, “Yes, that is my name, Michael Galyon.  And yes, I know why you are doing this to me.”

Terrence spoke a bit more firmly, “Okay then just do what I say now and raise your arms above your head so that Rex can pull your t-shirt off.”

Over half a minute passed before Mr. Galyon slowly raised his arms up as instructed.

Terrence spoke as Rex removed Mr. Galyon’s t-shirt,

“You have raised your arms because you not only sense what is most likely in this folder, but you desire what the contents of this folder can offer you.”

Once Michael’s bare chest was revealed, and as both boys admired it, Terrence continued, “What’s in my folder are some forms that you are no doubtless familiar with.  I am certain that you have seen and dealt with these forms many times.  The only difference with these forms is that they have your name attached to them.  And they also have Rex and my names on them.”

“What I have in this folder are Missouri’s Department of Social Services Self Indenturement forms.  Rex and I, as well as some other guys from Ward D, have been trying to figure what has been going on with you ever since you arrived here. Rex and I have had some armchair psychology discussions over the past several weeks, and we came to some conclusions.”

“Once we were freed from Ward D and kept in our temporary holding quarters, we were able to do some research on the computer.  So, the reason you are here now is that Rex and I decided to act on both what we have learned and on our own intuitions.”

“We both like and care about you Mr. Galyon very much.  But Rex and I have also changed since being here.  So that is why we want you to consider signing this order of self-indenturement for a period of 30 months, that is two and a half years, with Rex and me as your lease holders.”

“If you decide within the next two weeks to sign and date the document, you can contact us.  We will then meet and explain what we offer and the circumstances that make it possible for us to take control of you.”

“What we know about you Michael is that you were born to be a slave, and that you want to be a slave.  We also know that the only reason you got into the servant industry is because you wanted to be around slaves; and I suspect that, for whatever reasons, you could never admit your real feelings about servitude to anyone.”

Michael looked at the floor, Terrence closed his eyes, and Rex kept staring at Michael’s large, sensuous nipples.

After a ‘moment to collect one’s thoughts’ amount of time had passed, Terrence opened his eyes, “If this is something you will consider pondering, Michael, please allow us to go on with our inspection of you; after all, I’m sure you would not want us young ‘new to the game’ slavers to make a bad purchase.  So can we continue with the inspection?”

It was clear Michael was struggling with the decision before him, but he answered, “Yes.”

***

Joshua Milliken, from his temporary housing in Sub Terrain 3, rang for lead nurse Susan Costen.  When she arrived he asked where Rex and Terrence were.  “It’s our bedtime and they are not here yet.  I’m very concerned.”

She said she did not know, but asked, “Why are you so upset?”

“They are my only friends.”

Nurse Costen comforted little, small dicked, Joshua, “Don’t you worry.  They gotta be around somewhere.  Nobody can escape this building.  Just relax, please, I’m sure they’re just goofing around on the floor in their newfound freedom.  If they are not back by 10 pm tonight make sure you call either the nurse on duty or security.  But I can assure you that you don’t have to worry about those two boys.  And by the way, I happen to know that they think the world of you.”

Nurse Costen gave little small-wienered Joshua a kiss on the cheek as she tucked him into his bed.

Joshua smiled wide, “I love you Nurse Costen, you have treated us so well.”

***

Rex and Terrance went up to either side of the bare chested Mr. Galyon, and Rex cupped Michael’s right breast, as Terrence cupped Michael’s left breast. 

They both were feeling all-tingly good as they felt up Mr. Galyon’s tits.  And when they moved to caressing and gently tugging his elongated nipples their rods began to stiffen.

Rex was first to break the quiet feel-up time, “Man, if we ever have guests over we can’t have this slave running around in just a dick cage, because no one would be able to keep their hands away from feeling up these tits.”

Terrence agreed, “We will need to keep him either tit-caged or else fitted with one of those ‘mankini’ style bras.”

As Terrence gave some sucks to Michael’s nipples Rex unbelted Mr. Galyon’s slacks and unzipped his slacks.

Once Michael was bare except for his boxer briefs, Terrence and Rex admired him for a bit as he stood in just his undies.   Once they had taken in the view, Rex approached Mr. Galyon,  “Time to get little Mikey all nakey.”

The first thing the boys did to Michael once he was naked was to ask him to flex his muscles for them.  Michael’s fine physique and good biceps impressed the judges very much. 

Next they asked him again to flex his muscles but to do it in a variety of muscle boy poses, as if he were doing a model boy photo shoot.

Michael was awkward at posing with his first attempts.  When Rex shouted out to him to just relax and pretend that he was alone at home doing these poses in front of a mirror, Michael did as he was ordered.

Michael closed his eyes and did as ordered, and soon found himself getting into it.  As Michael kept flexing and posing to the commands of the two-wannabe slave masters his cock slowly began to erect and erect until it was sticking almost as high and straight up as that of a 15-year old boy.

Terrence told him he could stop hopping and posing and called out, “Oh Mikey - we so want to own you!”

Terrence then addressed Rex in a loud voice so that Michael could hear, “Rex that monster boner on Mikey proves that we were right about our assessment of him all along; right about everything.”

Terrence then congratulated Michael, “You got your cock nicely ‘manned up’ for us, but now we want to see if you can get that dick tip of yours purple-headed hard.  So start jackin’ it until that cock head of yours begins to turn a darker, fiercer, color.”

As Michael did as ordered, happily so, he couldn’t believe what he was going through: he was being controlled and humiliated by two hot young guys.  The slave feeling within him was so overwhelming that soon he started moaning and copiously leaking dick juice.

Rex called out, “Ok, stop jackin’!  Once you sign the orders of self-indenturement you will only be emitting sperm when we command it!”

Rex then told Michael that he could get dressed.  As he was dressing himself, he asked, “Umm, you two aren’t going to…”

Terrence went up to Michael and gave him a hug, “Don’t worry Mr. Galyon, we don’t intend to say a word about this to anyone; we love you and respect you.  And we want you for our very own.”

Suddenly there was loud knocking on Michael’s office door.  Michael called out asking who it was.  When Nurse Costen identified herself Michael opened the door.

When Nurse Costen saw Terrence and Rex in the office she exclaimed, “Thank goodness, you boys are okay.  Poor little Joshua was so worried about you.”

Michael explained, “I just finished up with Rex and Terrence’s ‘exit’ interviews.”

Once Nurse Costen left and Rex and Terrence were also about to leave, Terrence gave a sly nod to Michael, “Once you’re ready for your servitor ‘entrance’ interview, be sure to give us a call!”

To be continued...