Guinea Pig Boys

By: Randall Austin
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Chapter 22

The following morning at 6:30 AM a naked Michael Galyon was placed over the knee of his senior overseer and lease holder, Mr. Terrence Finley, and spanked into a sobbing frenzy for trying to masturbate even as he was being chastity guarded between his two lead overseers, Terrence and Rex.

Terrence asked the wayward slave several questions during the course of his spanking, “Are you some kind of pig boy that you can’t even refrain from self-abuse even while you are in bed with your two senior overseers?”  “Are we going to have to send you a way to get infibulated?”  “Do you want us to let your family know why we had to give you a spanking this early in the morning?” “Maybe we should be videoing all your future spankings so your family can see how we are trying to keep you on a path of good behavior.”

Once his disobedient ass was spanked into a nice red color, Michael was horrified to hear that his spanker would be giving him a haircut; “Please sir, don’t cut my hair.  I have a barber, Wayne, I can give you his number.  He can cut my hair.”

“Mikey, we need to get you neat and spiffy for your doctor’s appointment later today.”

“Please sir, don’t give me a haircut.  Please let my barber Wayne do it.”

Michael quickly gave out the name of his barber’s shop, to which Terrence responded, “This is great info.”  Terrence quickly added the info to his contact list.  “I will invite him to your ‘graduation’ party along with your brother Bradley and our friends once we have you fully trained.”

Without saying another word Terrence pulled out his cock from the fly of his slacks, “Hearing you pleading and begging really got me going.  So, I’m going to need a few dick sucks!”

Michael was only too happy to slurp away at his master’s cock.   No sooner had Michael begun his duty when Rex entered the room.  “Hey, I need some of that suction action too!”

Terrence responded, “Sure, get in line.  Mikey is our very own human Expro machine.  Just the way we had to be hooked up to those machines under Mikey’s supervision, now he gets to service us just like one those big fancy Expro machines; the ones that milked us as if we were cows.”

Terrence didn’t actually cum at this moment, so he passed the ‘machine’ on to Rex who cooed in delight the moment Mikey got his cock into his mouth, “Hell this feels a lot better than that Expro machine.”

Moments later little Joshua entered the room, saw what was going on, looked to Terrence with a facial expression that asked, ‘can I get some of that too?’

Terrence nodded a ‘yes’, “Just get in line; Mikey has no choice but to do whatever we ask of him.”

Both Rex and Terrence were both surprised to see that once little peepee-dicked Joshua started to get man-sucked by Mikey, his little one and a half inch cocklet grew into a truly admirable adult sized almost six-incher.

Unlike Rex and Terrence, Joshua was still just an adolescent hormonally speaking, and in no time, he shot a hot and fast load of teen sperm into Mikey’s slave mouth.

***

Terrence next led the obedient and naked slave to take a seat in the household’s ‘barber chair’, a kitchen bar stool, “It’s time to relax little guy, you took your spankee very well and I am so proud of you.  What I am going to do now is snip off some rough edges.  If you want Wayne to do your hair, I will have him do it in front of everyone at your ‘coming out’ party.  All that I want to do now is make sure that you are all sleek and groomed for your appointment with Dr. Evans later today.”

As much as Michael hated having his hair messed with, the moments during which Terrence did a neat trim and clipping of his slave’s stray hairs Michael’s servitor peepee re-engorged.

After Terrence had performed the hair trimming on his slave, he ran his fingers through his hair with product, “We can’t have you messy haired for Dr. Evans.”

As Terrence styled the slave’s hair there was a knock on the door.  Rex answered the door and it was nurse Susan Costen doing a friendly visit.  As Rex gave her a big hug little Joshua came running and joined in the greeting hug.

“Hi boys.  I just wanted to see how you were all doing, and I brought you some brownies I made last night.  I wanted to see how you are all doing and see

how Mr. Galyon is adjusting.”

When nurse Costen was led into the house’s kitchen open space where Terrence was finishing up styling Michael’s hair, she let out a whoop of happiness on seeing Mr. Galyon, as she ran to Michael on the bar stool to give him a happy hug.

Michael, totally naked on the bar stool, hugged nurse Costen.  He knew he was naked, yet his nakedness highlighted for him that he was in fact now a real slave because he felt no shame in being so exposed and revealed as being nothing more than a naked slave.

After the hug, with happy talk going on from all but the slave, nurse Costen started handing out brownies to everyone.

When she tried to hand a brownie to Michael, Terrence stopped her, “Sorry, he can’t have one.  He has an appointment with Dr. Evans later today who will be giving us new dietary guidelines for Mikey.”

Nurse Costen understood as she set the tray of remaining brownies on the table, as the former Michael Galyon, naked on the barber’s chair, watched everyone eating their brownies.

***

As Terrence and Mikey sat in the waiting room of Dr. Evans’ office, Terrence reminded his slave, “Mikey, I want you on your best behavior while you are with the doctor.  I don’t want you embarrassing me.”

“Sir, I would never do that.”

“I know Mikey, you are a really good boy and you know that I admire your behavior in general.  But sometimes in stressful behavior it can be hard for slaves to control themselves as they should.”

“But Dr. Evans and the technician in the urogenital department are likely to be performing some very humiliating procedures on you today, and I want you to be prepared for that.  You do not have to be ashamed by anything that they may have to do to you today, because you can be assured that you are not alone.  I can assure you that there are thousands of boys just like you, boys who are slaves, who have to go through similar things everyday throughout the country.”

“What are they going to do to me?”

“I’m not sure of everything that will happen, but I know for one thing that Dr. Evans will need to get your penis erected so he can examine how your circumcision is healing, and see if too much foreskin has been snipped off, and if that is the case he will then have to ponder whether a bit of reconstructive surgery is needed on your penis.”

“I also know that he will need to ‘sperm’ you in order to get a DNA sample from your semen.  That’s something that is required from slaves for it better allows the entire Social Services system to monitor its servitor population and thus keep better tabs on slaves like you.  So, Doc Evans will be sperm pumping you, all he will need is a little bit of your pre-cum.  I suspect that he will also…”

Terrence’s sentence was interrupted by a nurse interrupted them, asking them to follow her into the exam room.  Once in the room the nurse instructed Mikey to remove all of his clothing, and then hop up on the exam table and recline on his back.

Mikey asked, “Don’t I get a gown or towel or something to cover myself?”

“Well we usually don’t offer such things to slaves, but if your overseer would prefer, I can fetch you a gown.”

Terrence nodded in the negative, “No, that’s okay, not needed.  We’re good here.”

Once Michael was naked on the exam table, the nurse exited with, “Dr. Evans will be here shortly.”

***

After doing his preliminary check on Mikey’s overall health, Dr. Evans saw only one problem with Mikey’s condition, and addressed Terrence, “He’s in good shape except for one little thing; he has a ‘pudge’ problem.”

Terrence gave a confused look, “Doctor, I understand ‘pudge’ as referring to a fat problem; but Mikey isn’t fat or overweight at all.”

“It may look that way to you, and to the untrained eye Michael could appear as possessing a perfect and in-shape body, for as of now it appears as such.  But watch this.”

Dr. Evans put both of his hands on either size of Mikey’s belly and gave a squeeze, and as he squeezed his hands together a mound popped up on Mikey’s belly, “See that mound, that is body fat.  It’s invisible for now when he is in a relaxed state, but if he keeps on eating the way he has been that mound is soon going to be turning into a pot belly or, as some call it, a beer belly.  I hate to see that happening on guy his age.  And if he does gain weight, his resale value won’t equal what you paid for him; thus, you will be making no profit on the sale of his lease.”

“Mikey’s at an age now where his metabolism is changing, and soon his body will not be able to keep up with burning his excess calories.  So, if you want to keep him at current market value in order to get a percentage of your investment on his lease, you are going to have to put him on a strict diet.”

“What kind of diet, Dr. Evans?”

“Well the first goal has to be getting rid of that nascent pudge.  And to achieve that you need to restrict his daily caloric intake, and those calories can only come from vegetation, mainly from raw fruits, vegetables, and nuts.  Of course, some things need to be cooked such as beans, potatoes, eggplants, and so on, but the majority of what he should be eating right now needs to come from no more than 2100 calories per day from raw vegetation.”

“When you return here for his next state servitor health checkup, we can then reassess his dietary needs.”

Dr. Evans, seeing a look of concern on Mikey’s face, attempted to offer some news that the hapless slave would likely find more uplifting, “But I have good news for you as well, because once you are finished here and go up to the Urogenital Ward for your chastity cage fitting, you are going to be one of the first boys to be fitted with the latest ‘state of the art’ chastity device, the ‘EdgePro20’.”

“It’s called the EdgePro20 because it will give your overseers the ability to remotely control the EdgePro20’s pulsers, which are tiny massage points located within the entire inner frame of the device, and by means of which they can remotely ‘edge’ you. And besides being manually remotely controlled, your overseers also have the option of setting it to auto-edge you at time intervals of their choosing.”

“So, for example, they can set it to auto-edge you once every thirty minutes for a period of forty seconds.  However, they can set the time parameters as they see fit to keep you properly edged.  This device is wonderful because it will keep you fully edged throughout the day; and a fully edged servitor is a productive servitor as well as a happy servitor.”

“And best of all this new device will send your overseers a warning signal letting them know if you have been leaking pre-cum.  That way they can turn off the device's auto switch so it doesn't cause you to ejaculate.”

“If your EdgePro20 has not been set to the auto-stim mode, and should it send a signal to your overseers that you are leaking pre-cum, it will then indicate to your overseers that you are thinking naughty sex thoughts and need a dose of discipline.  In that way the EdgePro20 will help preserve your integrity as a pure and chaste slave.  Remember as well that chaste slaves are the happiest slaves.”

“This device will not only make you a happier person, it will also make Terrence, as well as your two junior overseers, much happier care givers.”

Michael, the good boy slave, tried to take in what Dr. Evans had just revealed about the cage he was about to be kitted out with while refraining from revealing any personal concerns.  

Dr. Evans took Mikey away from any sad musings by suddenly grabbing hold of his penis, “Okay Mikey, now it’s time for me to get you erected.”

As Dr. Evans slowly began pumping Mikey’s slave control unit he explained, “The reason I am using my hand and not a wand to get you hard is because I need to observe how your foreskin is reacting gradually as your penis grows in size; I need to make sure that the recent surgery performed on your foreskin is not constraining your penis’s potential erectile growth in any way.” 

As Dr. Evans continued to jack the slave’s dick he explained to Terrence, “Now as you can see I am getting him nice and bone-hard, but I still need to keep jacking him because I need to get that mushroom dick tip of his engorged so that it’s a bright red color, a color so intense that it looks like his dick tip could explode.”

As Dr. Evans continued to slowly jack Mikey, he asked the slave, “Tell me Mikey, are you feeling any pain or discomfort?  Does it feel like you want to get your dick harder but the tug down of your foreskin does not allow it?” 

Mikey, with his mind in a haze from the manual stimulation, responded in a moan, “No Doctor Evans, sir, there is no discomfort.”

Dr. Evans beamed, “It’s just as I thought, because to me it looks like a perfect clipping job.”

Dr. Evans then gave a look to Terrence and asked, “Doesn’t his dick just look great all clipped up neat and tight like this?”

“Yes Dr. Evans, it looks wonderful.  You did a perfect clipping job on Mikey.”

Terrence gave a stern look to his slave, “Mikey, do you have anything you want to say to Dr. Evans?” 

Mikey was in heaven being ordered to be compliant, “Yes sir, Dr. Evans sir, thank you for the beautiful clipping job you did on me.  With a dick clipped as tight as mine I truly can be proud to be a slave.” 

Dr. Evans smiled as he took hold of a swab, “Good boy, Mikey.  I now need to collect some of that pre-cum you’re oozing so that we can get a sperm DNA sample. I will need to swab both the outside of your dickhead as well as get a little bit from the inside of your urethra.”

Mikey yelped in pain as Dr. Evans invaded his urethra.  Dr. Evans comforted the slave as his penile probe invaded the slave, “Don’t worry little guy, this will be over in a second.”

Once Dr. Evans had collected the needed sample, he informed Terrence, “You can now take Mikey to the Urogenital Ward for his ‘fitting’.  You can leave his clothes here; you can collect them afterwards from the duty nurse once Mikey is all ‘peepee-caged’ like a proper slave.”

***

Once Mikey and Terrence arrived into the front office of the Urogenital Ward, with Mikey hiding his penis with both hands, the office nurse told them to take a seat.  It was an uncomfortable command for Mikey as he was totally naked and there were several other more normally dressed patients seated in the waiting room chairs waiting to be called.

Michael was aware that all eyes were on him, from the teen kid who was probably creaming in his pants at the sight of him, to the eyes of the dowager who hadn’t had the beauty of a young cock in over twenty years.

Terrence and his slave eventually were called into an exam room by a very handsome, young, technician, who introduced himself as Gene Carlton, “Dear sirs, please follow me into the fitting room.”

As both Terrence and Mikey followed Gene to the fitting room, they admired his fine physique from the rear.  Once in the treatment room Gene ordered Mikey to hop up on the exam table and to recline.

Mikey did not react, as he was momentarily taken aback by Gene’s handsomeness and studly manner.

Gene went up to Mikey and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder, “Relax little guy; this fitting isn’t going to hurt.”

Once Mikey had reclined on the gurney, Gene appreciatively admired Mikey’s entire body. “Okay, what we are going to do is get you secured into the EdgePro20, making you one of the first servitors in Missouri to be fitted with this very special chastity cage.”

The handsome technician beamed with delight, “I can promise you, Mikey, that you are going to look so cute in your EdgePro20; you will be the envy of every servitor you run into.  You can be proud to be wearing the EdgePro20, and I can guarantee you that it will make you feel very good and special, and boost your servitor confidence level.”

Gene summoned Terrence to stand along beside him as he fitted Mikey with the chastity device so that he could show him exactly how to properly put the EdgePro20 on a slave.

“The first thing one has to do is get the slave erect.  The EdgePro20, unlike most chastity cages, actually goes on easier if the slave is erect.”

Gene began jacking Mikey and the slave’s dick went hard in very little time.

As the stud technician pumped away at his organ of regeneration, he and Terrence made darting glances at each other.  As the fitting continued, and as Gene made certain that Terrence was fully comprehending the proper emplacement procedures for EdgePro20, there was clearly a sexual attraction forming between the technician and the overseer.

Once Mikey’s organ of regeneration was safely secured in its ‘state of the art’ chastity cage, with its wonderful edging capabilities, Gene and Terrence made meaningful eye contact.

After a rather lengthy and silent gaze into the eyes of each other, Gene spoke in a quiet voice to Terrence, “You know, there are special techniques for getting ‘full service’ out of a slave wearing the EdgePro20.”

Terrence whispered back, “What do you mean?”

“Well you gotta be careful when fucking a slave encased in one of these things.”

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t go fucking a slave fitted with the EdgePro20 in just the way you fuck a slave wearing the old model chastity cages.”

“How so?”

“Well, I can demonstrate if you would like?”

Terrence was caught off guard by the forward statement, hesitated, and gave no response.   

Gene put his mouth to Terrence’s ear and spoke slowly, “Remember, slaves aren’t here for us just to do our work and obey our orders, they are also meant to provide us with pleasure.  So, if you desire, I can demonstrate a special fucking technique to employ on a slave who is fitted with the EdgePro20.”

Gene slowly put his hand to Terrence’s crotch and did a gentle massage, “Come on, I’d hate to have sent you home without you knowing how to properly fuck a slave sporting the EdgePro20.”

Terrence, aroused to the fullest, nodded in agreement.  As Gene stripped down, he encouraged Terrence to whip out his dick as he watched the action.  Terrence deferred.

But Terrence joined Gene in helping him to flip Mikey on his belly and get him into a ‘dog with his ass in the air’ position.  Gene then lowered the gurney so that Mikey’s hole was at his cock level, and asked, “Terrence, would you care to lube me up?”

Terrence only nodded in silence, grabbed the lube tube, applied its contents along Gene’s man shaft, and pump-massaged the lube onto the technician’s staff.

Once super lubed, Gene, the hot, horny, young, studly-physiqued, technician, plugged away at the former Social Service’s official’s asshole with an abandon that revealed to Terrence that what was going on was probably more the norm than the exception.

The fucking ended in a sperm explosion with a monster shout of ecstasy from Gene.  As Gene was getting dressed, Terrence asked, “You said there was a special way to fuck a slave wearing the EdgePro20, yet I didn’t notice anything different.”

The ever-confident Gene answered, “Hey, I made all of that up.  I lied.  I just noticed that you were as turned on by the moment as I was, so I simply thought we should go with it. I made that story up.  So, what, no big deal!  We had fun, that’s what counts.”

“And besides, I suspect you get as turned on bossing around slaves as much I do.”

Terrence and Gene looked into each other’s eyes and eventually their mutual gaze gave way to big smiles, so Terrence offered an invitation, “Hey, once I get Mikey fully trained, I’m planning on having a ‘slave warming’ party.  Would you be interested in attending?”

“I sure would be.”

“But do you know who this guy here on the gurney is – or was?”

“I sure in the hell do.  Why otherwise would you think I wouldn’t have been able to control my dick from going into full boner mode?”

“I have been a technician here at Missouri Social Services for three years.  I sure know who this guy was; it was he who had to approve my status for getting hired, the great Mr. Michael Galyon.  Mr. Galyon; now nothing but a cabin slave by the name of Mikey.”

Overseer and technician helped the freshly caged chastity slave off the gurney.  Terrence coaxed, “Ok, stand up little guy so we can go back to Dr. Evan’s office and collect your clothes.”

Gene offered a good marketing tip reply to Terrence, “Why don’t you just have him put his hands behind his head and march him back all bare naked through several floors so that our marketing team can get to see how hot the Edgepro20 looks on a model perfect slave like Mikey.  Remember, we need to sell lots of these things if we intend to maintain our sponsorship and mutual support from the good folks over at the Edgepro Corporation.”

“You got it!  That is exactly what I will do.”

Terrence offered consolation to his quivering slave, “Come on Mikey, this is something we really gotta do.  We need to show the industry leaders at Edgepro that we folks here in Missouri aren’t the cow-fuckin’ hicks like they think we are.  You look beautiful in your new ‘edger’ cage and I am so proud of you.  After everyone sees you marching proudly through the halls of Missouri Social Services Central, everyone is going to want to own one for their slave.”

As Terrence led Mikey out of the Urogenital Ward back up to Dr. Evans’ office to collect his clothes, rounds of applause and whistles could be heard coming from the cubicled workers who were lucky enough to witness the parade.

Many of the technicians and office workers and administrative staff stopped Mikey on his parade back up to his doctor’s office so that they could get a good look of their new product and observe just how good it looked on a new slave.

“Wow this is a product we can all be proud of having been a part of throughout its creation process.”

Questions were asked, “This guy is so handsome; is he some model you hired to help make the ‘Expro’ look so good?”

“No, I can assure you that Mikey here is a real slave.”

“Can we take a few pictures?”

Terrence shouted out, “Sure, go ahead!”

Mikey’s caged dickey pulsed in joy as the cell phones clicked away.

To be continued...