Guinea Pig Boys

By: Randall Austin
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Chapter 27

Joshua was surprised by Bradley’s behavior since Bradley had been in a relatively good mood after his first week of post-indenturement depression.  As Bradley was about to leave the bathroom he looked back at his brother and smirked, “Wow, look at that super circumcised homo dick of yours; nice clipping job. No longer any chance of you hiding that dick tip from our view, little bro.  That dick head is now permanently on display for all to see. Now everyone will get to see what a pretty little mushroom girly-pink faggot mushroom dick tip you have!”

Once Mikey had dried himself off and Joshua had replaced his chastity cage, Mikey went to Terrence’s office to tell him about the scene that had just taken place in the bathroom.  Michael thanked Joshua, dug through a cupboard, pulled out a paddle and handed it to Joshua, “Give this paddle to Bradley and tell him to bring it with him when he comes to meet me in the basement thirty minutes from now.”

***

When Bradley came downstairs Terrence was seated at his slave quarters’ desk reviewing the servitors’ ‘treatment’ notebook entries of Rex and Joshua.  The treatment book is the journal in which all three overseers daily record any treatments, punishments, and rewards, given to the slaves, as well as any other incidents noted regarding the slaves.

Bradley handed the paddle to Terrence and Terrence told him take a seat.  “I was really surprised and saddened to hear what Joshua had to tell me about the incident that took place earlier in the upstairs bathroom.  Especially as you were behaving and getting along pretty well with everyone after your first week here, which was understandably traumatic for you – as the first week of servitude is for all new slaves.”

“I’m really sorry sir, Mr. Finley, sir.  I woke up this morning feeling depressed; I was missing my former life, and I foolishly got carried away by anger as I considered my situation.”

“Bradley, you surely must understand that your hostile behavior and verbal abuse of both Joshua and Mikey caused all of us serious concern; especially since you referred to your brother as both a ‘homo’ and a ‘faggot’.”

“Sir, Mr. Finley, sir, you must believe me when I say this; I have no anger or prejudice against gay people – not in any way.  I truly love my brother Michael, despite that terrible act of rage against him that got me this sentence of servitude.  I love Michael, deep inside of me, and that is the reason that I have a really hard time addressing him as ‘Mikey’, because he is, and always will be my brother – my younger brother Michael.”

Terrence nodded as if he accepted Bradley’s excuse, and continued slowly, “Bradley, the problem Rex, Joshua, and I, have as overseers is that we were slaves ourselves until not very long ago.”

“I know that sir, Mr. Finley, sir.”

“And having been through the most harrowing experience as slaves ourselves, we now tend to be on the side, so to speak, of the slave population.”

“I think you must know by now that the only reason the three of us are free today is because that the abuse we had been receiving as slaves at the hands of our overseers finally came to the attention of some rightful and law-abiding authorities.”

“And you surely must know that your younger brother, while having relatively little actual interaction with servitors, was partly responsible for the failure of the program.  It was not because he was actually at fault; it was instead because as an over-worked director of the nation’s slave HR system, he most likely failed to do regular reviews of overseers hired.”

“All of us slaves housed in Ward D sensed that Mikey – pardon me, Michael – was a decent guy.  He would regularly start shedding tears as he interviewed us, as if he pitied us in some way that we couldn’t understand.  He seemed to pity us in ways we couldn’t even pity ourselves.”

“But Michael eventually came to accept the onerous terms his very being seemed to be demanding of himself; he realized that he was born to serve others to a degree of service that was far above the normal terms of helping others that the majority of us have to face.”

“You, unlike Michael, who voluntarily had himself indentured under state authority, have been criminally indentured.  And as a criminal indentee you now have to follow a different set of rules from those rules that free men are bound to follow.”

“You have a punishment coming for your act of hostile aggression against Joshua and Michael.  So, what you have no choice to do now is strip yourself bare, and while you do that I will go and collect the household so they can witness your punishment.”

“What kind of punishment, sir?”

“What do you think the paddle is for?”

“Not a paddling sir, and not bare, and not in front of Rex, Joshua, and certainly not in front of my brother!”

“Yes, in front of your brother if he so wishes to witness your punishment.  As you may not know, it is standard practice for household members to witness the physical disciplining of a domestic servant.”

“But not my younger brother, sir, please sir!”

“Have all of your clothing removed by the time we return, Joshua will then remove your chastity cage, and instead of being hoisted over the punishment frame for your paddling, you will receive your punishment over my knee.”

“Sir, master, Mr. Finley sir, I can’t be seen getting a naked paddling, not over your knee like a little kid, and least of all with my brother in attendance.”

“You will be seen getting paddled by any member of this household who wishes to witness it.  When I asked Mikey earlier if he would like to be present at your punishment, he said that he wasn’t sure, that he would think about it.”

As Terrence went upstairs to inform the family that the punishment was about to begin, Bradley began to feel lost beyond belief.  He was no longer a high-earning, free to do anything, hot shot.  He was now a ‘full-service, hard labor’ indentee in the State of Missouri, on lease to a household full of homos.

When the three overseers along with slave Mikey arrived downstairs, Bradley appeared to be scrunching himself into a corner wall in an attempt to hide his nudity.

Terrence spoke calmly, “Bradley, come here so Joshua can remove your EdgePro20 chastity device.”

“Please sir, can I keep it on?”

“No, you can’t; and anyway you have always said how much you hated it.”

“Sir, Mr. Finley sir, please, don’t do this to me.”

With Bradley still scrunching himself into a corner wall, with his bare-buttocked back side on full view, Terrence explained, “Bradley, what I am about to do to you is give you a Level Four physical correction treatment, as is mandated by the State of Missouri for the kind of threatening remarks you made to Joshua and Mikey.”

“And you need to know that this is for your own good.  Level Four disciplinary measures, when used on errant slaves, usually result in a 90% less recidivism rate.  That means, simply, you will be a better slave once this punishment is over.  So just turn around and let Joshua remove your chastity cage.”

Bradley, still scrunching, began to bawl like a baby, “Please no.”

Rex spoke up, “Bradley, we are here to help you.  No one here wants to see you suffer.  But you have to submit if you ever hope to be free.”

Mikey, standing a good distance removed from his three overseers, could not understand his whirlwind of emotions; he wanted his brother to get the punishment he deserved – yet he did not want to see his brother having to bear such a humiliation.

Joshua, with his little boy voice, coaxed, “Bradley, we care about you, and that is why we have to do this.  Please turn around so I can remove your ‘EdgePro20’.”

The soft voice of Joshua made Bradley relent, and he slowly turned around to face the family, with his hands tightly cupped together and covering his EdgePro20 – revealing perhaps that he was more embarrassed at having to be seen chastity caged rather than being exposed nude.

As Joshua removed the chastity cage, he offered some consolation, “If you take your punishment like a good slave, Terrence might allow you to cream.”

Bradley, in a hazy breath wondered, “Cream?”

Rex gave out the definition of the term probably better known to homos than to a straight Alpha male such as Bradley, “It just means doing something to you that will make you feel super good.”

Rex’s explanation only caused the already bewildered Bradley to wonder, “What does that mean?”

Once his cock cage was removed Bradley was revealed full-man bare, shave-pubed, balls-dangling, dick-shriveled, and sweating from embarrassment; and once he was fully exposed Terrence took a firm grip of his arm and pulled him over his lap.

Bradley gave out a yelp in surprise; but once Terrence took the ‘Terror’ paddle to his ass Bradley starting yelping full time.  His legs were kicking and his arms were fighting to cover his butt, which Terrence successfully kept away from the target area through a combination of skill and physical strength that was just a bit more powerful than Bradley’s.

The leg-kicking and yelping of Bradley soon turned to desperate pleading.  The paddling Terrence was delivering with the Terror paddle was serious business; after five minutes of nonstop rapid blows Bradley’s too-proud slave ass was not just red, it was deep red and with blistering at several points.

Watching his older brother get the beating of his life hardened Mikey’s dick along with some heavy-duty pre-cumming.  The pre-cum sensors of Mikey’s EdgePro20 sent a signal to his overseers that he was leaking.

As Terrence felt Bradley’s dick pulsing into an erection against his own hardening member, Terrence asked, “Are you going to start behaving Bradley?”

“I’m gonna behave Mr. Finley, I promise.”

Terrence immediately stopped the beating, and pulled Bradley into a standing position.  Even with Bradley attempting to cover his erect dick with both hands, he could not hide the fact that he was straight-man hard and oozing spanking-fueled sex juice.  Terrence indicated to Joshua that he should come forward and apply antiseptic lotion to Bradley’s blistered butt.

As Joshua began to apply the lotion, Bradley’s unit seemed to shoot up even higher.  Terrence put a hand on Bradley’s shoulder and spoke softly into the new slave’s ear, “Don’t worry; we’re all here to take care of you.”

Once Joshua had lotioned up the chastened slave’s bulbous buttocks, he refitted Bradley with his EdgePro20 chastity device.

***

Three days after Bradley’s ass paddling, Terrence gave Rex a list of what he was to pick up at the Kansas City Wine and Spirits for Mikey’s big coming-out party as a fully trained servitor on the coming weekend.

When Rex saw the list he could only exclaim, “WHAT!  What is up with this order of a couple bottles of wine, one bottle of brandy, one bottle of Scotch, and 14 cases of beer?”

“What is this Terry?  Why all the beer?  The people we’ve invited, for the most part, are not heavy beer drinkers.  It’s wine if anything.”

“Just go and pick up what’s on the list.  If you use your head, you’ll know why so much beer is on the list.”

***

After breakfast and having sent Rex off on his beer buying trip, Terrence addressed the two slaves, “Rex is off to get the booze for the big party this coming weekend. As you know we need to get the yard prepped for the upcoming party.  You have the list and you can see that a lot of work needs to be done in order to get the yard in tiptop shape for Mikey’s big coming-out as a fully-trained slave party.”

“There is a lot of work that needs to be done, but for today please try to get all of the rockery work completed.”

With only a slight twinkle in his eye Terrence added, “I know it’s hard work, but you both are, after all, ‘full service, hard labor’, slaves.”

“Joshua will be supervising your work, so please follow his every order.”

“Because we have a special kind of punishment planned for Mikey once the yard work is complete, for the reason that he lured little Joshua into sucking him off, Mikey will be working totally in the nude except for his work boots and gloves. So once Mikey is undressed Joshua will remove his chastity cage so that the golden summer sun can get him wet and sweaty all over his big-nippled naked body, and get him nice and ripe for the ‘punishment’ that is to follow.”

***

The two slaves set to work on the backyard garden and party area with little Joshua, their work overseer, sat in a lawn chair far removed sipping an iced tea.

As used as Mikey was to being ordered to strip naked on command, he felt awkward having to work totally nude alongside his older slave brother who was chastity caged and uniformed.

As Bradley and Mikey worked together to try and extract a large weed root from the ground, Bradley wondered, “Michael, are you aware that you stink?  Like you got body odor to the 10^th degree?”

“Yes, of course I am aware that I stink like shit.  But that was the punishment I was given – that I wasn’t allowed to shower, bathe, or wash or groom myself in any way for getting Joshua to give me a blow job?”

“What kind of punishment is ‘not being allowed to bathe’?  That doesn’t make any kind of sense to me.”

“I know bro, but my overseers know, as you might remember, that I love being clean, being freshly bathed and groomed; it’s what makes me happy.”

“And once we finish our yard work out here, they told me there would be some kind of final punishment.”

Bradley only replied with “Wow, crazy” as the boys continued hoeing out the monster sized root from the garden.

***

Rex, trying to set up ‘Sylvia’ for the big party, was frustrated, “Man, this thing isn’t working!”

Terrence smiled, “Relax Rex, ‘Sylvia’ just needs to be connected to her cloud support.  She will be doing her job at the party like a pro, I can assure you!”

***

As the day grew on the heat level became ever more intense.  Bradley, who was wearing the usual light cotton slave work uniform, could not conceal, hard as he tried, the erection that was tenting in his uniform.  Mikey called out, “Bro, why are you trying to hide the fact that you have an erection?”

Bradley, made even more embarrassed by his brother’s question, just shook his head, “I don’t know what’s going on?”

“Why are you ashamed of having a hardon bro?  Why any longer be ashamed of anything bro, since you’re a slave just like me – and we slaves just gotta face and accept whatever is dished out to us.”

Bradley let out a loud sob, “Because the very fact of being ashamed that I am now nothing but a slave is what’s giving me a hardon!”

Mikey sensed that servitude was changing his brother in a major way, and asked, ”Brad, why is that a problem for you?”

“I don’t know what’s going on with me; this is the longest I’ve ever gone without getting some kind of release.  I have not been allowed to cum for over a week and I need some kind of release.  I am not like you bro, I am an Alpha primo male, and I’m not being allowed to cum.  I need help bro.  This ain’t right.  It just ain’t right the way I am being treated and deprived of my very own manhood.”

Mikey shook his head indicating that he was in the same boat, “I think you know by now, Bradley, that servitor overseers just seem to get off on keeping male slaves locked in chastity.  But there are ways around that.”

“What do you mean?”

Before Mikey could answer the question tiny-peeped Joshua shouted out, “Hey you two guys, I’m going in to take a piss.  Do you want me to bring you water, a soda, or something?”

Mikey waved little Joshua off with a ‘we don’t need anything’ signal, and then responded to Bradley’s question, “Let me tell you a slave secret.  A lot of guys like us know how to get around the inability to orgasm in the usual ways while being kept chastity caged.  A lot of overseers, especially overseers who are a good bit younger than we are, are completely unaware of how we ‘chastity cagers’ are able to get our rocks off.”

“Seasoned overseers, of course, know better, and they keep their chastity boys fitted with either lockable shorts or a lockable diaper over their cage.  The reason they do that is because they know that slaves can get their rocks off by stimulating their prostates.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, to put it bluntly, it means that you can get off by sticking your finger up your butt hole and gently massaging the folds of muscle that protect your prostate gland.  A triangle of fibromuscular tissue protects your prostate gland, but that gland can still be easily manipulated by massaging the light folds of tissue that separate your prostrate from your anal canal.”

“I don’t understand?”

Mikey spoke quietly, “I would be happy to show you bro?  We can just go in back of the tool shed, it is out of view of the house; there I can show you how to pleasure yourself even while being chastity caged.”

Mickey planted his hand on his horny older brother’s butt and guided him to the back of the shed and to a dense grove of trees and shrubbery beyond.

***

Once Joshua had emptied his wee-willy of little-boy peepee juice and had returned to the back-yard garden, he did not see the two slaves in sight.  He walked about checking every nook of the garden, and after he had checked in back of the garden/tool shed he was at a loss as to where the two slaves could be. 

He ran back into the kitchen and yelled, “Terry, Rex, they are missing.  I went inside to take a piss.  I was only gone for a minute, but when I got back they were both gone.  I looked all over but I can’t find them!”

Both senior overseers quickly responded.  They called throughout the house for the slaves, and when there was no response they went outdoors with Joshua and searched the entire grounds.

Rex shouted out, “They must be around here nearby, they can’t be far, they weren’t wearing any clothes!  Maybe they’re in the basement.”

“Should we call the police?”

Terrence responded, “Of course not; if we call the police that would only get them into trouble with Social Services.”

Little Joshua was very worried, “We have to find Mikey!”

Rex reassured Joshua, “Don’t worry, we will find them; they are around here somewhere.”

To be continued...