Guinea Pig Boys – Part 13
by
Randall Austin
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Terrence
Finley and Rex Dalton, both hooked up to their sperming machines, shared
neighboring cubicles and thus could chat with each other.
Rex
looked at Terrence and smiled, "You know, I'm beginning to like you."
Terrence
responded guardedly, "Gosh, thanks.
That's nice of you to say."
After
a bit of silence Terrence added, "I like you too, dude."
Rex
whispered, "No, I mean it. I am
beginning to really like you!"
Terrence
did the playful `get out of here' wave of his hand.
***
At
first thought a male could tend to think that being hooked up to a sperming
machine would be pure heaven; it slowly edged the boys for a period of two
hours, after which point the machine would start auto-jacking the specimen and
continue to do so until the slave boy's ejaculate hit the collection pod,
triggered the semen sensors, and automatically turned the machine off for 45
minutes, after which time the machine would once again begin another edging and
jacking session.
In
reality, while the machine did give the guinea pig boys moments of extreme
pleasure on a regular basis, it also had the effect of demeaning their
self-esteem.
Being
sex-pumped by a machine led to the boys' feelings of degradation; of believing
that they were now nothing more than cows tethered to a milking stall,
completely at the whim of their leash holders.
It
weighed especially hard upon the boys because details of their daily treatment
were now regularly sent to their immediate families per federal
regulations. So now the entire world
would now know that the Boys in Ward D were nothing more than animal beasts
hooked up to cock sucking pumps, fed via a baby bottle type nipple spigot, and
who in their spare time were kept full-time diapered, not allowed to use the
toilets in private, and regularly spanked.
The
profound humiliation of being sectioned into a corral, hooked up by tubes, with
the very most manly part of oneself lubed, oiled, ringed, and high jacked into
a tube, made all of the boys in Ward D begin to lose their sense of manliness,
of being lovable, and of being even human.
***
The
`vascular seminal expression pod' (commonly referred to as the `expro' machine)
is a smart machine. It knows when a boy
shoots a load. Once a sperming cycle
begins the machine continues to jack-pump the boys until they release a load.
Thomas
was, of course, well aware that every boy is different in terms of how long it
takes them to cum.
The
control console of the expro machine indicates which stage of sperming each boy
is at with the machine, whether at rest, edging, jacking, or collecting the
sperm.
Throughout
the evening Thomas kept a close watch on the machine's monitors to be aware of
when each boy was being jacked in order to achieve sperming. At 2:15 AM he noticed that all fourteen boys
in Ward D were in the jacking stage, so he quickly took out his cell phone and
began walking about Ward D filming the boys as they were fully hooked to their
machines as they were getting animal jacked.
All fourteen
boys were moaning like a bunch of teen girls getting fucked for the first time
as the machine suckled their animal cocks via it's lubed pumping tubes.
Thomas
knew that the guy for whom he was filming the video, his supposed lover, Jeremy
Williamson, would love the sight of fourteen naked slaves, hooked up to the
sperming machines, getting jacked off as they all sweated, moaned, and
quivered, like a herd of runt piglets.
As
Thomas walked about trying to video every detail of the boys' milking session,
he rubbed his crotch – knowing that his pal Jeremy would be very happy with the
video.
***
After
videoing the fourteen boys sweating, squealing, and sperming, all in orgasmic
ecstasy, Thomas made his way back to his office, and reviewed the video. He thought it was good, but he felt a pang of
doubt, brought about through several years of bad experiences: his boyfriend
wouldn't like it enough to make him want to be his fully committed lover.
Thomas
then did what he always did, he went to his piano, his best friend. It was his refuge when he was unsure, or
lonely, or sad.
Everyone
in the Social Services offices often wondered why Thomas had a piano in his
Social Services office, and in private they all would joke about it: "I think
his mom still spanks him if doesn't practice his piano."
Thomas
sat down on the piano bench, and began to sing and play, once again, his
favorite song, "I thought I had lost you..." and suddenly there was a loud and
violent rapping on his office door.
It
was Simon Kettlestick, "Mr. Kettlestick, what are you doing here at this hour,
it's almost 4 AM?"
"I
know what time it is, Thomas. I often
come into the office this early. I just
wanted to know how everything went with you replacing Nurse Costen as the late-night
manager of Ward D. Were there any
problems?"
Thomas,
nervous, answered, "No sir. Everything
was fine. All of the boys spermed three
times throughout the evening. Why do you
ask?"
Simon,
all freshly bathed and groomed, knew he presented himself as an especially
alluring piece of bait to the nervous Thomas, "Just wondering, because I want
to make sure that all of our senior employees are doing well."
Simon
walked up closer to Thomas, and man-whispered, "If there is ever anything you
need, please, just let me know."
Thomas,
afraid that Simon was up to something nervously backed away, "Sir, Mr. Kettlestick,
I will surely let you know if I need any kind of help."
Mr.
Simon Kettlestick ran a hand through his hair, "That's good for me to know that
you trust me and that I can trust you."
Kettlestick
and Crotchet kept up their eye contact as they each backed away from each other
and went their separate ways.
***
Five
days after Thomas Crotchet had sent his `boyfriend', Jeremy, the videos he had
taken of the raping of tiny-dicked Joshua Milliken, and of the boys in Ward D
secured and hooked up via the `machine's pulsing tubes' attached to each boy's
penis, he was summoned to Mr. Jacob Bartlett's office along with Simon
Kettlestick and Benjamin Simms.
Bartlett
was seated at his desk with an almost empty glass of Scotch. Even before he said a word, it was clear to
the gathered crew that Mr. Bartlett was worried about something, "We have a
problem; we are going to be paid a visit by Mikey!"
All
the guys gave questioning looks, and Thomas asked, "Who's Mikey?"
Bartlett
responded, "I'm not surprised by your question Thomas, even though you are a
senior member of our county's Social Services system."
"To
put it briefly, this Mikey is the biggest pansy-assed homo magpie you could
ever hope to meet."
Before
continuing, Bartlett poured more Scotch into his glass and took a sip. He settled back into his chair and smiled,
"Now let's be honest, guys; we had a little fun the other night. But we did nothing that was seriously out of line
- after all the little slave Joshua Milliken is an indentee of the state –
meaning that he is basically a criminal.
And we all know that sometimes we have to bend the rules a bit when
trying to tame down an unruly slave."
Mr.
Bartlett, with his elbows on his desk, brought his hands together and used them
as a chin support, in an effort to appear nonchalant, as if he were about to
discuss some options for a vacation getaway.
"It
appears that word has gotten out about the little party we had the other
night. Now I am not accusing anyone
here, but that `word' could only have gotten out from a member our team; from
someone in this room."
Benjamin
dropped his jaw in horror, "It wasn't me Mr. Bartlett!"
"Hold
on everyone, I'm not accusing any of you!
After all, we're all in this together."
Simon
did not like Mr. Bartlett's response, "Sir, I find that response
reprehensible! I am not in this with
you. We are not all in this together on
an equal basis; you basically blackmailed me and the rest of us into doing what
we did!"
Mr.
Bartlett held up his hand, "Hold on Simon, and the rest of you; we did what we
did, so what we have to do now is stick together! There is only one little problem in our way
right now that we have to deal with, and his name is `Mikey'; the biggest
asshole you will ever meet!"
End of Part 13
Guinea Pig Boys
(To Be Continued)
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