Guinea Pig Boys

By: Randall Austin
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 20

Ten days after his ‘inspection’ by Terrence Finley and Rex Dalton, Michael Galyon gave them a call and told them that he would be interested in meeting up with them in order to talk about their proposal.

At the meeting, in an open park, Michael had many questions for them, and they had many questions for him.  But the key question Rex and Terrence had for Michael was phrased succinctly by Terrence, “Since it is clear that you desire to be a ‘slave’, why didn’t you ever just meet up with some bondage/discipline kind of guy, and live out your fantasies?” 

There were many ways Michael could answer that question so there was no immediate response from him, so Terrence continued, “Why do you want to be a state-assigned self-indentured slave?  Why do you want to go through the state’s Social Services system to get yourself indentured as a real slave; a system that means there is no backing out, where you must by law obey orders given out by your lease holders, and avail yourself to be subjected to any and all restrictions and punishments in the same way as to which any criminally indentured person would be?”

Michael did not need to think very long about what answer he would give to that specific question, “I have no interest in role playing.  I have a slave’s mindset, so I was born to be a real slave – I was born a slave and that is what I am supposed to be.”

“I do not care to role play; I do not want to be in a position where I can just pick up my bags and walk away from a situation of servitude.”

“I need to be controlled, told what to do, how to behave, punished if I fail – and know that I do not have an escape route to freedom should I ever so desire.”

“It is all that I have ever longed for.”

***

When Rex and Terrence took Michael in to the Kansas City Missouri Social Services complex in order to have him sign the order of self-indenturement, Michael quickly became aware that none of the interviewing officials had very much interest in speaking to him directly.  They did not ask him about his feelings or the reasons for which he wanted to self-indenture himself, or why he was deciding to do so, or give him any input on the legal ramifications of such a decision, but rather spoke only to, and only questioned, Rex and Terrence on matters of his indenturement. 

Being discussed as if he were an ‘object’ in the presence of free males sent Michael into a world of feelings he had only before ever dreamt about; feelings which sent his entire perineum throbbing in delight.

It was clear to Michael that no one in the room truly had any interest in hearing what he had to say for himself; and Michael, hearing himself talked about as if he were some kind of object rather than a human being did frighten him somewhat – even as at the same time his entire being was overwhelmed by the joy of that ‘slave feeling’.

As the discussions continued, Michael eventually no longer cared what was being said about him.  He in fact wanted more and more to be talked about, discussed, and analyzed as if he were nothing but a piece of property.

In such a state, Michael simply agreed to and signed everything that was thrown in front of him.

Nevertheless Michael did wake up when he heard Terrence ask if they could have more of his dick skin clipped off.  Terrence explained that although Michael was circumcised, Rex and he felt that Michael still had too much foreskin hanging off of his pecker, and wondered if they would be allowed to order a tighter clipping job performed on him.  They wanted Michael done up with a real high and tight dick clipping.

The official nodded in knowing agreement, “Of course you can have that done.  While there are many limitations on body modifications which can be performed on the temporarily indentured population, circumcision and circumcision enhancements are well within the law.  Why specifically are you asking to have this done to him?”

Both Terrence and Rex tried to answer at the same time, but Terrence nodded to Rex, “What we want is to be able to have his dick tip showing even when he is totally flaccid.  We want that mushroom dick head of his on display at all times, even when it’s totally cold-showered or ice-packed.  We want to see all of little Mikey regardless of what state of arousal he happens to be in.”

As the official wrote down Rex’s response, he affirmed, “You got it!  We’ll take him down to be sliced as soon as we are finished here.  It’s a benign and quick procedure and you will be able to take him home as soon as the surgeon finishes the post surgical embrocation.”

Rex asked, “What does that mean, sir?”

“Embrocation simply refers to the application of ointments to his penis to ease pain and speed recovery.  Once they release him and you take him home, you can be assured that whether Mikey is baby-boy like asleep, or raw assed dick-hard from some needed ass whipping or fucking session, his little ‘turtle head’ will be on full display.”

Rex couldn’t help but to let out a bit of gay-boy glee, “That’s wonderful!  Our little Mikey will have no more peepee secrets.  It’s all going to be on full display at all times!”

Michael heard all that was being discussed by Rex, Terrence, and the Social Services official, yet he had no objections to any of it.

Instead Michael found himself transported to a land of glorious submission. When he felt Rex suddenly shaking him on his shoulder, “Mikey, you need to wake up and follow these gentlemen, they just want to take you down and take some pictures of you so that they have a record of your physical traits

before they do your ‘clipping’.”

Mikey was happy to follow them like a lamb to the slaughter.

***

Terrence and Rex followed Michael as he was led by an overseer and a guard to the photo studio.  Once Michael entered the studio he was shocked to see the orderlies Amoro and Paulus in attendance, which is standard practice.  Orderlies are routinely assigned to processing shoots and such minor surgical procedures as a dick clipping in order to help clean up any uncontrolled messes newly indentured slaves are prone to make at such times.

As Michael was getting stripped naked he was even more shocked to see Terrence and Rex greeting the two orderlies as if they were old friends; old ‘friends’ who had treated them like shit while they were slaves. 

But now that Rex and Terrence were on an even higher plane than the two orderlies, being not only free boys, but also free boys who for a reason unknown to the two orderlies could also afford to own a high-end Level 10 slave, everything about Rex and Terrence was now totally cool with the two orderlies.

The presence of the two orderlies in the room, in front of whom he was being photographed nude and forced into humiliating displays (muscles flexed, mouth open wide, tongue sticking out, rump cheeks spread with anal sphincter in express mode, tits perked into erection), highlighted for Michael the depths to which he had now given up his former life as a respectable member of society.

What Michael never fully realized during his slave-dazed photo shoot and processing, was that most of the nude photos taken of him, from every angle, were of him sporting a full blown, screaming, slave-cocked, hardon – a hardon which proved that he was born to be a slave.  It was a hardon he was unaware of until the photographer told him he needed to get his erection down so that he could take some shots of his man-unit in a flaccid state. 

The overseer and guard waited for Michael to deflate as Amoro and Paulus snickered in obscene delight as they watched their former boss humiliated.

Such embarrassing hardons from the servitor population during processing were nothing new to the professionals who worked at Social Services. 
They saw slave hardons all the time. 

But what was new to those in attendance during Michael’s intake photo session was seeing Michael, as he struggled to deflate a full blown dick hardon, manage to shoot involuntarily, with no outward stimulation, an almost two ounce load of cum into the faces of the two assigned orderlies as well as into the photographer’s photo lens.

The overseer, guard, and even the photographer whose camera was slimed, laughed heartily as the two shocked orderlies hastily wiped the slave cum off their faces.

As the photographer was about to do the remaining shots of Mr. Galyon’s now flaccid dick, Nurse Costen entered the room and called out to the two orderlies,

“Amoro and Paulus, I need both of you to get back to

Sub Terrain level 2 to clean up a mess!”

Both boys were crushed, as they were looking forward to attending Mr. Galyon’s dick clipping.  Paulus countered, “But Nurse Costen, our new boss, Raphael Menedez, told us we had to be in attendance at Mr. Galyon’s circumcision.”

“No, you have been reassigned to do a feces/vomit clean up!”

As the two freshly facially cum-creamed orderlies made their way to Sub Terrain level 2, Amoro complained, “Man, Costen is such a bitch.”

Paulus also moaned, “Yeah, seeing Galyon being treated like a dumbass shitburger was so hot.  Just think, from now on Galyon is nothing more than a dumbass cock suckling pig!”

Amoro, “Man, what I would have given to see Galyon getting dick clipped like some bull getting elastrated!”

***

For the first time since he had signed his papers of self-indenturement Michael had his doubts.  As he was being wheeled into surgery for an extra high and tight circumcision procedure, as ordered by his lead overseer, Terrence Finley, Michael wondered if he had made a mistake.  If he had made a mistake, there was no turning back, for he was now a state assigned indentee, subject to the whim of his lead overseer and leaseholder, and he no longer had a say in the matter as to what was about to be done to his dick.

In the operating theatre, Michael, still raw naked from his photo shoot, was transferred to the operating table by a nurse and a technician.

On the table he was strapped down and a clear latex coverlet was placed over his organ of regeneration. His penis was then pulled through a slit in the latex coverlet so that it could receive the special attention of the surgeon.

Without warning he was given a prick in both his left arm and into the shaft of his penis by a male nurse with a syringe who comforted him, “This will all be over in just a few minutes.”

Shortly afterwards all that Michael could comprehend, or seem to comprehend, was that there seemed to be far too many people in the room.  Why did it take a surgeon, two nurses, and a technician, to attend the circumcision, watching him get most of his remaining dick skin clipped off?

When the masked-surgeon leaned over him, grabbed his prick and manipulated it’s remaining foreskin, and asked him if he was comfortable as he wielded a paper-thin knife that looked like it could slice an atom in two, Michael was close to losing consciousness.

But he never did lose consciousness entirely; instead he watched as the surgeon pulled up his remaining foreskin and put a clamp on it to keep it gathered.  Then the technician drew a line across the foreskin with a flesh pencil, a line that indicated from where his remaining foreskin would be sliced off.

Michael, strapped to an operating table, anaesthetized yet awake, watched as the surgeon took a knife to his man tool and in one rather simple move sliced off a good bunch more of his foreskin.

As he was being sliced he noticed all those gathered around watching him get sliced, almost as if he were a slave in medieval times getting castrated to the cheers of a gathered crowd.

It was a profound moment in the life of the former Michael Galyon; anaesthetized as he was, that ‘slave feeling’ shivered through Mikey’s body as he had never before imagined it.

***

Once all the papers of indenturement were signed and notarized and Michael was officially registered as an indentee of the state of Missouri for a period of 30 months, he was dressed in Missouri’s standard light green scrub style uniform. 

As the processing boys readied ‘Mikey’ for release to Rex and Terrence, they clipped a large tag to both of his ears, and explained to his lease holders, “You need to keep these ear tags on him if you take him out in public at anytime during the next three days.  Some counties don’t receive the updated servitor population list in their systems for a few days because of our crappy outdated hardware.  So, if you are stopped for any reason by law enforcement officials, make sure he’s wearing his ear tags.  They immediately make it clear to all law enforcement personnel just what he is.”

With the former Michael, now ‘Mikey’, in tow the boys led their new purchase out of the Social Services complex and headed towards the parking lot.  On the way they ran into their two pals, Joe and Mooch, who were leading their leashed slave Poppie into the compound.

The friends greeted each other and both Joe and Mooch were quite amazed at their friend’s new slave, “Holy hell, Rex, don’t tell me that this ear-tagged, pretty boy, hog suckler, is your slave?”

Rex laughed, “He sure is.  All brand new, and ready to serve.”

Mooch wondered, “We knew you were getting a slave of your own, but how were you two able to afford such a super prime simian?  This thing had to cost you at the very least two million dollars.”

“We don’t own him; we’re only leasing him on a two and a half year contract.”

Mooch shook his head in amazement, “Still, you guys gotta be paying at least $200,000 a year for the lease on such a piece of primo homo bitch meat as this.”

Terrence answered as Michael sweated in both embarrassment and a most rare kind of servitor joy in being discussed as if he were nothing but a ‘thing’, “It’s a complicated story, but because of our release terms from indenturement we both received compensation from Social Services and Kansas City University.  Plus Rex and I have reached an agreement with little Mikey here on the terms of his lease.” 

And Terrence happily added, “Our dad’s are also helping us with the fees as well as with the down payment on our house.”

Rex suggested, “Once we get this guy house broken, you two will have to come over and check out our new place, and also get to watch Mikey perform in full service mode.”

As the four free boys departed agreeing to gather at some future date, and as the servitor dicks of Mikey and Poppie leaked naughty sex juice, Mooch called out, “We’re looking forward to seeing Mikey doing a routine on the monkey bars,” to which Terrence laughed, “That’s a great idea.  We’ll get him trained up to put on a show.”

***

As Terrence and Rex returned home along with Mikey leashed and in tow, the front door was opened in eager anticipation by little Joshua Milliken, who ran up to Mikey and threw his arms around him, “Mr. Galyon, I am so happy to see you!”

After the loving hugs, Terrence reminded Joshua that the slave’s name was Mikey and was no longer Mr. Galyon, that he was no longer his boss, and that in fact he, Joshua, was now Mikey’s ‘boss’ – or, to put it more accurately, Joshua was now one of his overseers.

No sooner had the greetings taken place than a UPS truck pulled up with deliveries to the Finley/Dalton household.

Rex asked the delivery guy to explain what he was delivering, and Michael Galyon jumped in to reply, “Sirs, Mr. Finley, Mr. Dalton, sirs, those are just things of mine that I have asked to have delivered from my former place.”

The UPS delivery guy wheeled in three large stuffed suitcases, and four large shipping boxes.  Once the large delivery was sitting in the middle of the living room, Terrence asked, “What is this stuff, what’s in all of these boxes, Mikey?”

“Just some of my stuff, sirs.  Just some of my belongings.”

Rather than answering Michael directly, Terrence simply looked to little Joshua, “Josh, what I want you to do is to go through all these boxes and suit cases and select only the things Mikey might need now and in the immediate future.  For now, whatever this is will not be of much use to us at this time, whether fancy clothes, library items, personal papers, letters, and so on, just vacuum seal them and place them in the storage room for now.”

Joshua, the eager little puppy, responded, “Of course sir.  I can get started on that immediately.”

Terrence gave Joshua a rub on his head, “Stop addressing me and Rex as ‘sir’, Joshua.  We are not your masters.  We are your family.”

Hearing that things he valued were being sent into storage by three former slaves once under his control made Michael feel like he was a real slave at last; his man bone twitched and stiffened.  

Rex and Terrence next gave their new cum-leaking slave a tour of their home and yard.  They showed him his room (located next to their bedroom), the kitchen in which he would be making most of the family’s meals, every other room and nook of the house, and finally showed him the basement.

The basement was a typical American style basement with unfinished concrete walls and floor, a washer and dryer, water heater, and storage areas.  However, Rex and Terrence made a special emphasis on pointing out to him one door, painted brown, leading to a corner room.

Rex indicated the door, “This entire house is yours to maintain.  But this one room is off limits to you.  Please don’t ever go into this room without our permission.”

Being told by one of his masters that something was off limits to him sent shivers of sublime submission throughout Michael’s body that stayed with him throughout his orientation day with the Finley/Dalton household.

***

The following morning Michael had set his alarm clock for 6 AM as ordered, got dressed as assigned in a pair of male panties, a grey/green servitor leotard, and a three-pointed jester’s hat with bells - that made him feel like a fool, but in a delicious way – and then he made his way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for his three masters.

When 45 minutes later Rex and Terrence entered the kitchen, Terrence wearing a bathrobe and Rex in nothing but a pair of tighty whities and a t-shirt, there were no smiles on their faces.

Rex was stern, “Come with us, Mikey!”

When Mikey asked, “What’s up?” he was answered with a curt, “Just follow us!” A frightened Mikey followed his two stud lead masters as they led him into their den and up to their computer desk.

Terrence turned on the computer, and clicked on a video, “This is our spy cam’s video from just seven hours ago.  The motion sensors caught movement and the spy cams came to life and started recording.”

The spy cam was obviously set up to record if Michael would obey his masters’ command to not enter the basement room with the brown painted door.  The video with a start time of 1:05 AM, showed Mikey trying to open the brown door.  When Mikey realized the door was locked, it next revealed him trying with some effort to force the door open.

Before anything was said Mikey started to cry out loud, “I am so sorry sirs, I woke up needing to pee and was lonely and afraid.  I know I did wrong sirs.  Please forgive me.”

Rex shook his head, “When Terry and I saw this video just moments ago we were sorrier than you are now; for this video revealed to us that we cannot take you at your word.  You promised us that you would not attempt to go into that room.  So, we are left wondering, ‘will we ever be able to trust you?’.” 

“Sirs, I just want to be a good slave.  I am not deceitful.  It was a moment of weakness.  Please forgive me.”

As Michael broke into heavy sobbing for his failed behavior, Terrence put a hand on his shoulder, “We want to believe you Mikey.  We really do.  But this is a breach that needs to be addressed.”

“Since you are so eager to see what is in this room, we are going to show you.  We are going to introduce you to this very special room and let you stay in there for several hours so that your curiosity may be fulfilled.

As Terrence gave a hug to the sobbing slave, he directed Rex to collect Joshua from his bedroom.  Once Rex returned with Joshua fresh from his night’s sleep and still in his pajamas, the three overseers led the ‘not to be trusted’ Mikey down the stairs to the basement.

Terrence in his bathrobe, Rex in his tighty whities and t-shirt, Joshua in his pajamas, and Mikey in his male panties, grey/green servitor leotard, and a three-pointed jester’s hat with bells, approached the brown door.

To be continued...