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Amoro entered the laundry room pushing a cart full of soiled
diapers as Paulus was filling one of the washers with another load of soiled
diapers, "I got all of the boys in Ward D cleaned up and put into fresh
diapers. But all I can think of is Rex; boy
does that kid ever have a huge cock. When I took off his diaper
he was bone hard, so I couldn't spend too much time baby lotioning his groin
area because I knew he was pretty darn close to shooting a load in my eye."
Paulus seemed lost in thought, so Amoro wondered, "Paulus, what's
going on?"
"Probably nothing.
Just thinking. Earlier today I
saw Mr. Bartlett shouting at Thomas and Benjamin, and both of them looked
scared shitless."
Amoro noted, "Yeah, now that I think of it, earlier I saw
Simon Kettlestick looking like he had something serious on his mind, almost as
if he had been crying."
Paulus joked, "Well it must be hard having one of those director's
jobs, since it can't be easy on them having to hang out with Mr. Bartlett and
drinking Scotch after a hard day of doing nothing but spanking naughty slave
boys."
As Paulus left the laundry room Amoro gave him a slap on the
ass.
***
Mr. Michael Galyon was assigned a temporary office in the compound
of the Kansas City Social Services agency as he started out his task of
investigating alleged wrongdoings at the agency.
Gathered in Mr. Galyon's office were all of the agency's
senior officials and directors.
On seeing and meeting Mr. Michael Galyon for the first time
Thomas whispered to Mr. Bartlett, "Oh my gawd, he's just a kid!"
Bartlett whisper-sneered, "Yeah, he may appear to be a kid but
he's the most ruthless ass turd I've ever met.
And I'll bet you will soon be agreeing with me."
Michael went about the room of the assembled management team
and shook hands with all those gathered for the informal greeting/meeting, got
their names, and thanked them for their contributions toward Social Services in
Missouri's Kansas City district.
After the initial greetings Mr. Bartlett went up to Michael,
"Can I get you something to drink? Some
tea perhaps", and with a twinkle in his eye proffered, "or maybe with drop or
two of cognac added?"
Rather than politely refuse such an offer that came so
early in the in the day Mr. Michael Galyon drew himself up, "I hope that was
supposed to be some kind of crude joke; this is neither the time nor the place
for such a comment!"
Mr. Bartlett backed down in an instant, "Sir, of course I'm
sorry about that. I made that comment
only in jest. We here at the Kansas City Social Services try
to keep things on a `fun-fun' level to help us get through our difficult tasks
of controlling the almost 2000 servitors we have housed here in our compound."
A look of doubt along with a touch of a sneer came across
Mr. Galyon's face as he gave a nod and continued, "I'm here to investigate a most
serious crime so this is not the time for playground behavior."
With a sweaty brow, Mr. Bartlett answered, "Yes sir. Of course, sir."
Thomas's cock twitched as he watched such a hot young
official put down his asshole boss.
In a firm voice Mr. Galyon addressed the assembled, "I am
here for only one reason: I want to get to the bottom of these allegations
leveled at Social Services here in Kansas City.
Word has already gotten out to other agencies about a certain video. In short, most of our country's Social Services
departments have already gotten wind of it.
The impact of all of this is that our entire agency, United Social
Services, has been tainted!"
Mr. Galyon rapped down the folder file he was holding in his
hands hard on to his desk.
"In the days ahead when I question you
I expect straight and direct answers from each and everyone
of you."
"Believe me, I am able to tell if you're lying. If any one
of you should lie to me during the course of this investigation
I will have your balls! And I mean that literally. Infibulation is legal punishment
for high officials in the Social Services industry who abuse positions of power."
"I will begin interviewing all of you starting tomorrow!"
There was silence and a loosening of collars in the room as
Mr. Michael Galyon exited the room without giving out the standard pleasantries.
Mr. Bartlett pulled
out his bottle of Scotch.
Thomas, shaking his head, blurbed,
"Boy, that kid is something else!"
Simon shook his head as he whispered, "Fuck, who does he
think he is?"
***
Several days later, as Rex and Terrence walked down the
corridor to return towards Ward D after their fitness training session, they
passed Mr. Michael Galyon, who stopped to introduce himself, "Hi boys, I'm with
Social Services Federal, how are you two guys doing?"
Both Rex and Terrence were taken aback that Mr. Galyon would
bother to speak to them, and when the two guinea pig boys answered that
they were `ok', Mr. Michael Galyon replied with a smile, "That is so good to
hear. So you
are both saying that you two are happy with your treatment here. I'm going to be around here for a week or two
so I would like to get to know you two and hear more of what you have to say
about your experiences here."
Once Mr. Galyon was a good bit away Rex whispered to
Terrence "My gosh, what a super hottie!"
"What, are you a homo dude?"
Rex laughed, "No, no more than you are, but just as much as
you are."
Rex threw his arm around Terrence and they walked back
together towards Ward D.
***
A nervous Benjamin Simms was escorted to the door of Mr.
Galyon's office by Mr. Bartlett. Before knocking on the door to Michael
Galyon's office, Mr. Bartlett gave a warning to the orderly, "Remember, stick
with the script I gave you. All four of us have to present the same story: it
was a discipline session administered in the only way Joshua Milliken would
understand, and it was not a rape scene in the way it appeared to be in
that video. All of us in that room only
loved and cared about little Joshua Milliken."
Mr. Bartlett gave a knock, then opened the door to Michael's
temporary office, and gave Benjamin a pat on the shoulder as he entered
the office.
Mr. Bartlett closed the door, and wiped his sweaty brow as
he made his way back to his office.
A poised and smiling Mr. Galyon asked Benjamin to have a
seat. After a few pleasantries, Mr. Galyon got immediately to the point,
"Can you tell me in your own words exactly what happened on the night of
August 2nd of this year?"
"Yes sir Mr. Galyon. We were having problems with Joshua
Milliken a servitor in the experiments division, in Ward D."
"He had been creating quite a few problems for us, and some
of his behaviors could very likely have compromised the integrity of the
control groups' data. After repeated warnings he refused to change his
disruptive behavior, so Mr. Bartlett suggested a punishment which was based on those
recommended in his personal compensation record."
After a pause during which he recollected Mr. Bartlett's
script, Benjamin continued, "Mr. Bartlett told us that we needed to get Joshua
in line as quickly as possible."
Mr. Michael Galyon raised his eyebrows and asked, "What exactly
did his personal record reveal that determined the course of action that was to
follow?"
"Well, Mr. Galyon, sir, we were told that Joshua was a
promiscuous homosexual prior to his being indentured. And it was found out from
interviews with his former sexual partners that he was what is known as a
vanilla. He hated rough play and never allowed himself to be fucked and stuff
like that because it was very much something he didn't
like at all."
Mr. Galyon, only nodded, and after a pause spoke calmly, "Interesting;
that is almost the same report verbatim I got from Bartlett, Crotchet, and
Kettlestick."
Benjamin didn't know what to say as sweat formed on his
brow.
There was nothing but painful silence as Michael Galyon
simply stared at Benjamin.
When Benjamin could no longer bear the stare of Mr. Michael
Galyon, he fell apart and started to cry out loud, "Mr. Bartlett said we had to
do it or else we would lose our jobs. I'm sorry, so sorry. Mr. Bartlett
was making me do stuff I never ever would've done. But I was and am having
serious financial problems now, and I need my job; and so
I did what he ordered us to do. It was
awful sir. Awful."
Michael passed a box of tissues to the sobbing orderly.
Once Benjamin had left Mr. Galyon's office to resume his
duties as an orderly, Michael turned on his computer and re-watched the video
of the assault and rape of Joshua Milliken by the senior staff of Kansas
City's Social Services.
When the video ended, Michael, lost in wonderment put his
head in his hands, as Thomas
Crotchet made his way to Michael Galyon's office.
After
he knocked and was invited in, Thomas made his way to a chair that was
positioned in front of Mr. Galyon's desk.
As he was about to seat himself Mr. Galyon stopped him in a firm voice,
"Did I say you could sit down?"
End of Part 14
Guinea Pig Boys
(To Be Continued)
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