Guinea Pig Boys – Part 16
by
Randall Austin
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When Terrence
Finley and Rex Dalton entered Mr. Galyon's office they were surprised to see him,
for he was dressed in his usual business conservative suit, but his hair was
disheveled, and it appeared as though he had recently been crying.
Nevertheless, haggard, he greeted the boys cordially, "Hi
boys, please take a seat."
Terrence asked, "Is it true, Mr. Galyon, that some changes
are going to be made in Ward D?"
"Hold on boys; I don't know what you have heard, and I know
everyone is whispering about something big that's going on, but as of this
moment nothing has changed."
Rex pressed on, "Is it true the experiments in Ward D are
being shut down?"
Michael gave a forced laugh and managed to respond
playfully, "I don't know what you have been hearing, but one thing that's
always been true about slaves is that they love gossip."
Terrence joked in response, "Well then, maybe you should
hear some of the gossip that we slaves have heard was going around among the
directors!"
Rex, Terrence, and Mr. Galyon, all gave laughs.
Mr. Galyon urged, "It would help if we could ease all the gossiping. I will be addressing all of you subjects in
Ward D tomorrow about a situation of concern, but until that time I am not at
liberty to discuss any pending Social Service's matters."
"Instead, I have invited you here to find out about how you
evaluate your treatment while you have been sectioned here at Jackson County Social
Services Research Agency."
"I know there have been problems, and I have been sent here
to investigate the situation. So I just
want you boys to give me a sense, if you will, of how you feel you have been
treated. Have you been treated well or
unfairly? If so, please give me
examples."
Rex and Terrence exchanged glances, and Rex was happy to be
the first to take on the invitation, "We're basically treated like shit. We're taunted, humiliated, and abused from
everyone from Mr. Bartlett on down to overseers, orderlies, and even the
janitors!"
Terrence was fired up by Rex's forthrightness, and followed
with, "You're the head of this entire country's Social Services personnel, and
it surprises me that no action has ever been taken. I know that both Rex's and my parents have
tried to get answers about theirs and our concerns regarding our treatment; and
most of the guys in Ward D, along with their parents, have voiced concerns, but
nothing ever happens."
"Have the complaints that have been filed never been passed
on to you? You are the guy at the top,
so why is nothing ever done? Why can't
our parents get answers to their most basic questions?"
Michael was clearly affected by Terrence's words. Stunned,
he looked down at his desktop, saying nothing, and was clearly trying to
contain himself.
Tears began to stream from Michael's eyes, followed by
gentle sobs.
With a look of concern Rex reached out a hand and touched
Michael on his wrist, "Sir, what's wrong?"
Michael was so distraught that he could not respond.
Terrence stood up, "Sir, I'll call for help."
Michael, with his head resting on his left arm that was
sprawled across the desk, raised his right hand and waved a `stop' signal. Through a teary voice he called out, "Please
guys. Don't say or do anything. I will explain later."
Rex went behind Michael and put a hand to his shoulder. "I'm
sorry, sir if we upset you. We did not
mean for you to take our complaints as a personal assault. Please allow us to call the nurse."
Michael nodded his head to affirm the comforting hand and
words, "No, I am okay. Please tell no
one. I just need a bit of time to
recover by myself."
***
Rex and Terrence returned to the servitor's dining area and
ran into Joshua Milliken. Rex told Joshua
that they had just returned from their meeting with Mr. Galyon and asked Joshua
how his own meeting with Mr. Galyon went.
Joshua beamed, "It went really well. Mr. Galyon is such a nice man. He is such a
smart man, and is so gentle and kind. He
made me feel good."
Terrence commented, "Yeah, we like him too."
And a feeling-good Rex added, "And we like you too,
Joshua. You are such a sweet kiddo."
When Joshua thanked Rex and Terrence for their kind words, Rex
gave Joshua a big hug. When the hug was
over Rex looked at Terrence who apparently wasn't comfortable hugging, and said,
"Go on, give Joshua a hug."
Terrence complied, giving Joshua a cautious hug. Finding
himself comfortable with it, he preceded to give Joshua a bigger and longer hug
than Rex had given him.
***
The arrest of the four suspects, Thomas Crotchet, Benjamin
Simms, Simon Kettlestick, and Jacob Bartlett, did not go without scenes being
made at the Kansas City Social Services complex; mainly because the suspects
did not fully realize or suspect the degree of serious consequences there would
be for the events that took place on August second. Nor did any of them expect that justice would
be so swift.
Only Thomas Crotchet, as the state's lead witness,
surrendered without incident.
When the police came for Benjamin Simms, he started crying
out loud and through his sobs called out, "I didn't do anything wrong," in a
way that made all who witnessed him being escorted out the door - cuffed and
hobbled - feel genuine pity for him.
Simon Kettlestick, never at a loss for words, was defiant,
arrogant, and caustic, "You police are the enabler's of the real crooks in our
society: mainly your fellow officers in the police force who delight in taking
bribes, looking the other way, and feign compassion for the truly dangerous
criminals in our society out of fear of retaliation."
Three officers went up to Simon and silenced him by
fitting his mouth with a large diameter ball gag.
And Mr. Bartlett was so drunk on Scotch by the time the police
arrived in his office he had to be carried out on a stretcher. And once he had sobered up and was taken in
for interviews and statements before being admitted to the pre-processing
procedures and incarceration, he still couldn't recall his being arrested at
his Social Services office.
***
Simon Kettlestick's questioning and processing were rather
unique, since he was a household name to the majority of people who spent any
amount of time working in the United States Department of Social Services.
Simon Kettlestick was known as the `boy wonder' of modern
servitor overseership, whose innovative style of handling and controlling appeared
to be showing the world a new way forward when dealing with the servitor
population.
But along with his fame came boxcars full of stories, true
or not, about his delight in controlling and humiliating the indentured
population.
He was despised by a majority of the Social Services
community for the bad reputation he brought to their service; but a huge member
of the community thought he was Mr. Super Cool with his brash, abrasive,
treatment of slaves, and the way in which he slathered his inappropriate
behavior with an angelic altar-boy charm.
When the jail processing guards ordered him to strip they
humiliated him with whistles and coos as he slowly and painfully removed his
clothing.
Once Simon was naked they brashly tweaked his nipples and
tugged his cock.
But Simon responded in typical `Kettlestick' manner, "I've
got all of your names, you lowlife scum with your loser jobs - and each one of
you is going to be unemployed within a week!"
***
Three days after his incarceration, Mr. Bartlett was
questioned by his lawyer, Mr. Somalo Bosendorfer, "Mr. Bartlett, one thing the
jury will want to know is why you made such profoundly disparaging remarks
about Mr. Michael Galyon; comments which would undermine the effectiveness of
his investigation of the events that took place on August second."
"Regarding Mr. Galyon, for example, you told your staff that
he was `the
biggest pansy-assed homo magpie you could ever hope to meet', that he was `not
to be trusted', and that your staff should `ignore any and all of his requests
until they are approved by you'."
"Mr.
Michael Galyon came to his position at Social Services because of his sterling
reputation. He was, apart from his skill
and knowledge regarding all aspects of servitude stewardship, a perfect
gentleman - intelligent, kind to everyone whether slave or free, clever, and fun
to be around. The jury will want to know
why you chose, at every opportunity, to denigrate his character."
Mr.
Bartlett, sober for the longest period of time in the last 20 months, spoke
calmly and without the defensive attitude that had become visible to all in
recent months, "Yes, I know that Mr. Galyon is a better man than most of us in
this business. But I have been at this
job more than twice as long as he has been, and I know people, whether they are
free or indentured. Mr. Galyon should
not be in the position that he is in."
Mr. Bosendorfer
waited for an explanation, and when none was forthcoming, he prodded, "Mr.
Bartlett, sir, the jury will want to know why you made all of these negative
remarks to your staff about Mr. Galyon."
Mr. Bartlett shook his head in a show of remorse, "Mr.
Michael Galyon is a fine human being. I
can say no more, other than that he is in a position he definitely does not
belong in."
***
Michael
Galyon made his way to Ward D to address the servitors, but when he got to the
entrance doors of the ward he stopped, shook his head, and once again was
confronted by his personal demons.
End of Part 16
Guinea Pig Boys
(To Be Continued)
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