Guinea Pig Boys – Part 17
by
Randall Austin
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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.
It
was something that had been happening to him ever since the day he was hired by
the Social Services System. As the
country's lead administrator for Social Services employees Mr. Galyon usually
did not often have to deal one on one with actual slaves. Such meetings only rarely occurred, such as
when his presence was needed for legal reasons over serious conflicts between
slaves and a member or members of Social Services personnel.
Michael
gathered himself and entered Ward D, to the especial delight of the boys in
Ward D who were hooked up to and getting sex pumped by the sperming machines.
Mr.
Galyon's presence was always welcome to the boys in Ward D, especially among
the seven boys in the ward who happened to be gay. Ever since Michael arrived at the facility he
was the chief gossip item among the gay boys, `If I have to get a slave
spanking, I want it to be from Mr. Galyon.'
Since
most of the boys were near to the point of ejaculating when Mr. Galyon entered
the room, it was understandable that they were disappointed when Mr. Galyon instructed
the two attending technicians to turn off the Expro machines, and remove their penis
pumps, body monitors, and anal stimulator plugs.
Once
the technicians had the boys `unhooked', Mr. Galyon addressed the roomful of
naked boys sitting in their extraction pods, "You are all looking so good."
One
of the boys yelled, "And so are you!"
Amid the laughter that followed an overseer in attendance waved his
hands, ordering the boys to be silent and pay attention.
Mr. Galyon
cleared his throat, "I have some very bad news."
The smiles
of the boys in Ward D quickly turned to quizzical looks and frowns, to which
Michael smiled and raised his hand, "Allow me to clarify. It really is bad news for our country's
Social Services system; but it is likely to be very good news for all of you."
The boys of Ward D gave confused looks, as Michael
continued, "As some of you know, there has been a serious incident here at the Kansas City Social Services
Agency."
Michael
lightened his tone, "However, most of you boys already knew that something was
up; and I know that because we `higher-ups' know everything that you boys are
gossiping about."
There
was more laughter and Mr. Galyon continued, "I'm not at liberty to give out
details of what will be happening in the next few days; but you boys will be finding
a few major changes. For starters, the
lead orderlies of Ward D, Amoro and Paulus, will be coming here very soon to
bathe, oil, and diaper, you."
"They
will then lead you to temporary quarters on Level Three, where you will be
served a very nice meal of `real' food for a change."
The
boys whooped and clapped and Mr. Galyon was happy to see the boys, finally, in
a cheerful mood, "After your meal you will be allowed common time, and then at
8 PM you will be put to bed by Amoro and Paulus."
Mr. Galyon
then told the boys to have a good time, thanked them for their good behavior,
and gave a slight nod and bow to the boys as he was about to leave the ward,
but risen hands and shouts of questions stopped Mr. Galyon from exiting.
"I
understand your curiosity, but I cannot respond to any of your questions,
because I simply do not know what the final Social Services' rulings will be at
this time. Thank you."
Mr. Galyon
made a hasty exit in what seemed to be a state of consternation to the boys in Ward
D.
Rex
looked at Terrence, "What was going on with him? It looked like he was going to start crying
again."
"I know. Something is
really bothering him."
***
All the fourteen diapered boys from Ward D were having the
time of their life.
Rex and Terrence, eating the fresh fruit left over from
their sumptuous meal, felt like kings.
"Can you believe we might be getting outta
here?"
Terrence smiled at Rex and replied, "No, I'll only believe
it once it happens."
When Joshua Milliken passed Rex and Terrence as they were
enjoying the leftover fruit, Rex called out, "Hey Josh, come and join us."
Joshua, with the typical meek demeanor of little boy with a
small penis, nodded and happily joined them.
Rex, knowing that Joshua was conversation shy, began, "Isn't
it great we're getting out of here?"
"Yeah, but I'm afraid."
Rex wanted to put his arm around the little guy's head, but
restrained himself, "Hey, what's going on?"
"If they let us go free, I have no place to go."
Rex and Terrence gave questioning looks to Joshua as he continued,
"When my parents found out that I had been indentured they told me that they
never wanted to see me again, and... and..."
Little Joshua broke into tears.
Terrence, losing his straight guy machismo-ness, quickly put
an arm around Joshua's backside, "Hey, stop crying."
"I can't because if they release me I don't know what I will
do."
Terrence gave a look to Rex, who returned a nod, and then
pulled Joshua closer to himself; "Then I will tell you what you will do. You will come and live with us!"
Joshua slowly recovered from his tears and asked, "What do
you mean?"
Rex responded, "Terrence and I are thinking of getting an
apartment together once we get out of here.
We both like you. We all will need
to find a way to get back on our feet again.
We all need friends. Having you
around our place would bring us nothing but smiles."
Joshua broke into tears again; but now they were tears of
joy rather than despair.
***
Michael Galyon, back at his office, checked his email and
found a message from Thomas Crotchet sent from his prison email:
`Dear Mr. Galyon,
I have some personal items still in my office at Social
Services that I was told would be delivered to my parent's home. But I have one quite large item there and I
wonder if that will also be delivered, a piano.
It is very important to me, for it was the first piano I had as a kid
when I dreamt of being a concert pianist.
I am wondering if that piano will also be sent to my parent's home. If it will not be, I am certain that my
parents would happily pay the costs of its removal and delivery to their
home. Please sir, help me save my
piano. It is my only friend.'
Michael shook his head in sadness at the thought of Thomas
not having fulfilled his childhood dream, `I know how you feel, Thomas'.
***
It was a noisy scene and loud as most of the boys were
engaged in general boisterous behavior such as chatting, wrestling, and sexing.
Michael stopped the music, told the boys to pay
attention. He tasked them to please remove
their sandals, scrub suits, diaper pads, and diapers. He explained that those items were now the
property of Social Services United, and since the boys from Ward D in three
days times would no longer be the property of Social Services, all of their
Social Services assigned clothing and other items had to be returned.
After a moment of stunned silence in the community room,
Michael continued, "Each and every one of you boys will soon no longer be the
property of Social Services in the state of Missouri nor in the continental
United States of America. Therefore you will all be free boys pending the
signing of the executive order by our governor.
Once the document is signed you will all be freed from your sentences of
indenturement, regardless of the reasons for your indenturement."
The boys shouted in whoops of elation as they hugged one
another, jumped about, and shed tears of joy.
Once the explosion of happiness subsided, Mr. Galyon
continued, "In a little bit a clothier from Social Services will be here to
deliver to you some very special clothing; two full sets of very neat
dress wear. You will be looking very stylish when your friends or family
members come to pick you up."
"We still are going through exit interviews, so I ask all of
you boys to cooperate with the orderlies and the entire Social Services staff
for the duration of your remaining 72 hours here as indentees of the
state. Our team will be having
interviews with each of you in the days ahead to discuss the terms of your
release, and your compensation packages. Thank you."
As the boys stripped bare to give up the diapers and the servitor
garb they so hated, there was an abundance of happy feelings throughout the room.
Once Amoro and Paulus had finally collected all of the boys'
Social Services garb and belongings, one of the boys put the music system back
on full blast and tuned on some wild dance music. Soon all fourteen of
the naked freshly-freed boys were dancing, hopping, singing, and laughing – with
their shaved bare-pubed dicks swinging freely.
It was the happiest day of their lives.
***
It was not however the happiest day in the life of Michael
Galyon, who wandered about his office in despair.
Michael knew that he should be preparing himself for the
upcoming exit interviews with the fourteen boys from Ward D, but he could not
gather himself to do so.
When the anguish he was feeling became too overwhelming he
pulled a `Mr. Bartlett' and did something he rarely did – he removed a flask
from his briefcase and drank its entire contents in four swallows.
End of Part 17
Guinea Pig Boys
(To Be Continued)
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