Guinea Pig Boys – Part 12
by Randall Austin
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When Mr. Jacob Bartlett finally managed to make his way into his office the morning following the obscene and abusive drunken orgy he had managed to obtain from his sycophantic staff, his mind was still hazy and fearfully unable to fully recall and comprehend just what he had done.
The
first thing to happen once he had arrived at his office and managed to make his
first secretive sip of scotch was to take a call from his secretary notifying
him that Rex Dalton's father was on the line and wished to speak with him.
Jacob
answered and heard, "My son, Rex Dalton, told me that he was severely whipped
on his bare buttocks for some non-compliance procedure a week ago, and that
once the whipping was over he and all the other boys
in his ward were injected and put into a state of sedation."
Mr.
Bartlett was not surprised at the comment, but he was mortified when he heard
Mr. Dalton's follow up comment, "And now I am getting word that some new
servitor over there was sexually abused."
Mr.
Bartlett stuttered, "Wait – what – where did you hear such a thing?"
"That's
none of your business. What I want to
know is what's going on with my son? I
am demanding to know what drugs and tests he is being subjected to!"
The
first drink of Scotch had not yet registered with Mr. Bartlett's senses, and
thus he was able to respond in a calm and reassuring manner,
"We here at Social Services use only benign control and containment procedures,
as well as the use of calming palliatives, such as the 'comfort stop', the
'root cinch', as well as various ataractic body embrocations."
"I don't know what you're talking about, but don't try to
bullshit me; my son said he was strapped onto some frame and beaten."
"Yes, we do on
occasion need to resort to the mild use of sensory-inducement procedures, but
for the most part we control problem behavior through the use of bridles,
halters, and `comforters', along with standardized control vestments and containment
corrals."
Mr. Dalton shouted, "Containment corrals?"
"You need to calm down Mr. Dalton! Sometimes boys undergoing experimentation get
delirious and need to be kept caged - or `corralled' as we more usually refer
to such a procedure."
Mr. Dalton let out a bewildered expletive, yet Mr. Bartlett
still managed to remain fairly calm, "A containment corral is only used to calm
down short-term tantrums, and moderate deliriums. You need to trust me when I tell you that all
of the control procedures and implements used at our facility are state of the
art, and have been proven humane by the Missouri State's Department of Social Services, and most of
them are federally approved."
***
Thomas Crotchet gave a phone call to the person he had
always wanted to believe was his boyfriend, and for whom he was willing to do
practically anything.
"Jeremy, I'm working late tonight. I'm covering the late shift in Ward D for
nurse Costen. And guess what I'm going
to do?"
Jeremy responded, as he often did to unexpected calls from
Thomas, with a tinge of annoyance in his voice, "No, what are you going to do?"
"I know you have always wanted to see the slaves hooked up
to their milking stalls; well I managed to get myself in charge of Ward D
tonight, so I will be working alone this evening and I will be able to get
video of all fourteen slaves getting dick-pumped like a herd of cows tethered
in their milking stalls."
Jeremy for once was happy to hear from Thomas, "Wow, that
will be great. I can't wait to see the
video."
"And that's not all Jeremy; I also got some great shots of a
new little guinea pig from Ward D getting gang raped."
Jeremy was finally excited to be talking to Thomas, "Oh wow,
when can I see them?"
"After tonight's shift I'm off work for two days and am
going with my family to visit relatives in Topeka. I can show you the videos when I return."
"Hell no, don't keep me waiting; I want to see them as soon
as possible. Send the videos to me as
soon as you get off work tonight!"
"Jeremy, I'm not comfortable doing that, you know that. I'll show them to you on my cell when I
return."
"Look man, you already sent me that one video of those two
guys strung up in their punishment bras, and I never showed it to anyone
else. You can trust me!"
"I'll think about it."
"Just do it! I love you bro! Send the
vids to me after your shift tonight.
Gotta run!"
***
Later
that day, at 4 PM, the boys in Ward D were released from the `milking machines',
and all of the nude lab rats were then placed on gurneys where they were
scrubbed down by Amoro and Paulus.
The
two orderlies who gave Rex and Terrence their intake indoctrination baths,
enemas, and shaves - and who ever since then had generally treated them as
nothing but lowly slaves, were now two changed orderlies after the rounds of
put-downs and abuses they themselves had suffered on a regular basis from their
immediate Social Service supervisors, Thomas Crotchet, Simon Kettlestick, and
Jacob Bartlett.
Over
time both Amoro and Paulus had developed a greater empathy for the servitors
under their care.
As
the two orderlies scrubbed, massaged, and oiled, Rex and Terrence, their
conversations turned toward a better understanding of a servitor's place in the
world – almost to one that was of best-friend bantering.
Orderlies,
as the world knows, are overwhelmingly homo boys, and it was proven when Amoro
whispered to Rex as he oiled his inner thighs, "Gawd, you are so hot. I got an erection the first time I saw you
naked. It was the worst moment in my
life as I tried to conceal my erection from Mr. Bartlett."
And
as Paulus shaved Terrence's armpits he laughingly joked, as easily as if
Terrence was one of his part-time fuck buddies, "Man, I wish I could have my
nose in these pits of yours all night long!"
After
the baths the boys in Ward D, still kept wiener swinging naked, are allowed
some social time of an hour and a half with the other herd members before being
re-hooked up to the tubes of the milking machine.
It
was at such a time that Rex and Terrence connected with little Joshua
Millikin. They approached him because he
was often alone at such times, and Rex simply asked him, "Hi, how are you
doing?"
Joshua
responded with sobs, "My family hates me because I'm nothing but a slave."
Both
Terrence and Rex patted and gave Joshua a big hug. Terrence smiled as he
tickled Joshua's ear, "We will get through this!"
***
After
their social hour the boys in Ward D had their man-tubes relubed, and were then
hooked back up to the sperming machines by Amoro and Paulus under the
supervision of two lab technicians.
A
short time later, after the technicians had left Ward D, Thomas Crotchet
entered the ward to take command of the evening shift, and did the standard
procedural questioning of the orderlies, "How did it all go?"
Amoro
answered with, "There were no problems, sir, except with Joshua. His penis is so tiny that both Paulus and I
had a hard time getting him tubed. But
after several tries I think we got him properly sperm
tubed."
Thomas
answered with a smile, "Yeah, we have always had problems hooking up small
dicked boys to the machine. But you did
a great job here as usual and I want the both of you to sign out early today
and leave here and enjoy yourselves."
Amoro
mugged his broadest Italian smile, "Sir, Mr. Crotchet, you are the greatest
boss we ever had!"
Paulus
also chimed in, "Thank you Mr. Crotchet.
I love being a member of your team."
Amoro
and Paulus, once out of Ward D, congratulated each other on the fake praise
they each had managed to give to Mr. Crotchet.
Once
Thomas was alone in Ward D with the fourteen boys hooked up to the `sperming
machines' he checked to make sure that his cell phone was fully recharged.
Thomas
knew that the sperming machines would begin pumping the boys at 1 AM and he
wanted to be sure that he could record the action.
End of Part 12
Guinea Pig Boys
(To Be Continued)
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