Guinea Pig Boys – Part 1
by
Randall Austin
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Terrence
Finley and Rex Dalton couldn't believe the way they were being treated by the
two Social Services police officers (commonly and derisively referred to as the
`slave police' by the anti-servitor segment of the public) and by their two
assistant handlers. They had been taken from their dorm room shortly
after they returned from having supper at the commons.
They were brought to the Kansas City Social Services Agency, ordered to strip,
were secured with prison cord around their waists, and were paraded down a long
corridor like two pieces of cattle. All of their questions of, "What's
going on?" "What did we do?" were answered with, "Shut up or you'll get your
asses whipped!"
For the first time both Terrence and Rex were seeing first-hand what they had
heard all along about the slave police and slave handlers: that they relished
lording it over slaves by taunting and humiliating them.
As special services handler, Thomas Crotchet, pulled Terrence along by his rope
he looked back at him and laughed, "Let's see if you can make that little
pricklet dangling between your legs dance! Shake your hips for me!"
Terrence, near to tears, didn't do anything, but the two policemen and both
handlers all laughed heartily as they tugged the two soon-to-be slaves down the
corridor.
They led Terrence and Rex to a room marked `Orientation' and took them
inside. There the two naked boys were each ordered to hop up onto a
metal gurney, and to recline on their backs.
The handlers removed the ropes binding the boys, and then strapped them to the
gurney with cords about their waist and legs. Both of their arms were
secured to their sides with waterproof Velcro bindings.
The first police officer got on his cell, whispered a command, and soon a male nurse
in a white coat entered, pushing a medical cart.
The
fairly young nurse, on entering `Orientation' seemed to enjoy seeing the two
handsome college students strapped to the gurneys, and smiled as he took a
white bandage and started to wrap it around Rex's forearm. When he took
out a large syringe, Rex, frightened, asked, "What are you going to do?"
"We
need some of your blood. Lots of your blood, actually."
Rex struggled and screamed, "I want to know what you're doing!"
The nurse replied in a quiet and reassuring manner, "If you just relax and keep
quiet, this will go easy. You won't feel a thing once I get the needle
in."
Rex protested, "I have a right to know what's going on."
The first Social Services police officer answered, "I'll be happy to tell you
two pretty boys what's going on. You have been chosen to serve as, well -
sorta as guinea pigs! They need lots of your blood because they are going
to be running all kinds of tests on it, so they can get to know you two boys
really well. They need to get an idea on
how your body is likely to react to various substances."
Both Terrence and Rex called out in a similar vein; "Get me out of here
now!" "I want a lawyer!" "You have no right!" "Let me go!"
The second officer went up to Terrence, grabbed his cock and balls, and shook
his handful of flesh back and forth. He smiled as he waggled Terrence's
unit, "No way can I let you go, because very soon you both will be learning
that you now belong to the state."
Both
Rex and Terrence gave panicked looks, to which the officer responded, "Get used
to it! All of you now belongs to the
state, including this little package I now hold in my hand!"
End of Part 1
Guinea Pig Boys
(To Be Continued)
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