Guinea Pig Boys – Part 19
by
Randall Austin
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When
Michael Galyon went down to the Social Services commissary for his first visit
to the venue since his stay in Kansas City, he was amazed at the menu options
being offered. How could the Kansas City
Social Services commissary have something like an artichoke sandwich on the
menu?
Back
at his office as he ate the sandwich and was deciding whether or not he should
take a shower to refresh himself for his scheduled meeting with Rex and Terry -
a meeting he had readily accepted for reasons which he still did not understand
– he nevertheless spent more time wondering, `why is a slave commissary in
Kansas City, Missouri, making such a `high end' sandwich as this?'
Michael
decided to take a shower, not only to pass the time, but because he loved
taking showers.
Michael
loved soaping up and washing his trim body, smelling good, shaving and keeping
his arm pits and nads baby smooth, the cleansing feeling of the water splashing
down from the showerhead jets as he rinsed himself, and finally giving his body
a vigorous towel-drying session.
But
stepping out of the shower was always his favorite moment, for then he could
pose in front of the mirror totally naked, admiring himself, and doing muscle
boy poses.
But
as the clock indicated 7 PM approaching, Michael had a few doubts and grew
indignant with himself; `Why did I ever agree to meet with these two boys after
hours?'
But
he nevertheless decided to be business professional; he put on a white dress
shirt, along with a snappy tie.
In
an attempt to appear less formal, he donned a sports jacket. After doing a
final adjustment to his hair he made his way down to Sub Terrain level 3 to
collect Rex and Terrence.
***
When
lead nurse Susan Costen approached Amoro and told him that a slave in Sub Terrain
level 2 needed a diaper change, she was greeted with, "I can't, I'm really busy
right now."
A certain
level of command had pretty much disappeared from Kansas City's Social Services
now that its three senior officials had been hauled off to prison.
Nurse
Costen decided to do the diaper change herself, and as she made her way down to
Sub Terrain level 2, she ran into Michael Galyon on the elevator, "Mr. Galyon,
what are you doing here at this hour?"
"I
just have a lot of shit I'm dealing with right now – sorry, please forgive my
language. What are you doing down here?"
Nurse
Costen gave a wink, "I am a nurse, remember, so I am dealing with shit of the
real kind."
***
There
were no words exchanged between Mr. Galyon and the two slaves that he had gathered
from Sub Terrain Level 3 as they made their way through the corridors of Social
Services on their way up to Michael's temporary office.
Terrence,
holding a folder, and Rex, followed behind Mr. Galyon on the way to his office.
Once
they entered the office and the door was closed behind them, Terrence addressed
Rex, "Wow, Mr. Galyon is looking really good tonight, all dressed up."
Rex
agreed, "Yeah, really good."
The
comments and tone of the boys alerted Michael that something was indeed `up'
with the two indentees, and he immediately countered them, "Look you two guys;
I decided to meet with you this evening even though I don't know what's up with
you. So just tell me what's going on
right now and I'll see if I can handle whatever issues you two are dealing
with, and we can then quickly get you back to your quarters."
Terrence
gave a nod, "Okay Mikey, happy to see you want to get down to business."
"How
did you just address me?"
"By
your new name." Terrence then pulled a
nine-page document from the folder he was holding, "It's all in here. Do you know what I am holding in my hand, Mr.
Galyon, sir?"
"Of course I do not, and I am not here to play games. I thought you boys had something important to
discuss."
Terrence
nodded, "We do in fact have something very important to discuss. Because this document which I hold in my hand
could change your life; change it for the better."
Mr.
Galyon had enough, "I want both of you boys out of this office right now."
Terrence
set his folder down walked up to the flustered Mr. Galyon, and gently put a
hand on his shoulder, "Please calm down Mr. Galyon. We're here because we like you and want to
help you."
Mr.
Galyon had never before been addressed with such impertinence, yet such
treatment jolted him in a way he couldn't grasp.
When
there was no quick reaction from Mr. Galyon, Terrence and Rex also said
nothing. In silence Terrence put his
hands to the bow of Mr. Galyon's tie and slowly started undoing it.
Mr.
Galyon was not in shock, he was fully aware of what was going on, yet he couldn't
immediately grasp why he was making no attempt to resist what was happening.
Once
Terrence had removed the tie from the immobile Mr. Galyon, he spoke in the
soothing voice one would use on a child, "Now we have to remove your shirt,
Mikey."
Without
making a move Mr. Galyon asked, "Why do you have to remove my shirt?"
"Sir,
I suspect you must know something of what's going on, or least have a `feel' for
what is going on."
"No,
please tell me why you are doing this to me."
Terrence replied, "We are doing this because we need to do an inspection of
you."
When
Mr. Galyon gave no reply, Terrence nodded to Rex who then began to unbutton Mr.
Galyon's dress shirt. Once unbuttoned
Rex pulled the hem of the shirt out of Mr. Galyon's slacks and eased the shirt
off from his body.
As Terrence
picked up his folder he requested that Michael raise
his arms up so that Rex could pull his t-shirt off.
When
Michael gave a simple shake of his head in the negative, Terrence shook his
head in a disappointed nod, "You know why we have to do this to you, and you
know what's in this folder; don't you Mr. Michael Galyon?"
Michael
finally spoke as if awakening from his mild daze, "Yes, that is my name,
Michael Galyon. And yes, I know why you
are doing this to me."
Terrence
spoke a bit more firmly, "Okay then just do what I say now and raise your arms
above your head so that Rex can pull your t-shirt off."
Over
half a minute passed before Mr. Galyon slowly raised his arms up as instructed.
Terrence
spoke as Rex removed Mr. Galyon's t-shirt,
"You
have raised your arms because you not only sense what is most likely in this
folder, but you desire what the contents of this folder can offer you."
Once
Michael's bare chest was revealed, and as both boys admired it, Terrence
continued, "What's in my folder are some forms that you are no doubtless
familiar with. I am certain that you
have seen and dealt with these forms many times. The only difference with these forms is that
they have your name attached to them.
And they also have Rex and my names on them."
"What
I have in this folder are Missouri's Department of Social Services Self
Indenturement forms. Rex and I, as well
as some other guys from Ward D, have been trying to figure what has been going
on with you ever since you arrived here. Rex and I have had some armchair
psychology discussions over the past several weeks, and we came to some
conclusions."
"Once
we were freed from Ward D and kept in our temporary holding quarters, we were
able to do some research on the computer. So, the reason you are here now is that Rex
and I decided to act on both what we have learned and on our own intuitions."
"We
both like and care about you Mr. Galyon very much. But Rex and I have also changed since being
here. So that is why we want you to consider
signing this order of self-indenturement for a period of 30 months, that is two
and a half years, with Rex and me as your lease holders."
"If
you decide within the next two weeks to sign and date the document, you can
contact us. We will then meet and
explain what we offer and the circumstances that make it possible for us to
take control of you."
"What
we know about you Michael is that you were born to be a slave, and that you
want to be a slave. We also know that
the only reason you got into the servant industry is because you wanted to be
around slaves; and I suspect that, for whatever reasons, you could never admit
your real feelings about servitude to anyone."
Michael
looked at the floor, Terrence closed his eyes, and Rex kept staring at Michael's
large, sensuous nipples.
After
a `moment to collect one's thoughts' amount of time had passed, Terrence opened
his eyes, "If this is something you will consider pondering, Michael, please
allow us to go on with our inspection of you; after all, I'm sure you would not
want us young `new to the game' slavers to make a bad purchase. So can we continue
with the inspection?"
It
was clear Michael was struggling with the decision before him, but he answered,
"Yes."
***
Joshua
Milliken, from his temporary housing in Sub Terrain 3, rang for lead nurse Susan
Costen. When she arrived he asked where
Rex and Terrence were.
"It's our bedtime and they are not here yet. I'm very concerned."
She
said she did not know, but asked, "Why are you so upset?"
"They
are my only friends."
Nurse
Costen comforted little, small dicked, Joshua, "Don't you worry. They gotta be around somewhere. Nobody can escape this building. Just relax, please, I'm sure they're just
goofing around on the floor in their newfound freedom. If they are not back by 10 pm tonight make
sure you call either the nurse on duty or security. But I can assure you that you don't have to
worry about those two boys. And by the
way, I happen to know that they think the world of you."
Nurse
Costen gave little small-wienered Joshua a kiss on the cheek as she tucked him
into his bed.
Joshua
smiled wide, "I love you Nurse Costen, you have treated us so well."
***
Rex
and Terrance went up to either side of the bare chested
Mr. Galyon, and Rex cupped Michael's right breast, as Terrence cupped Michael's
left breast.
They
both were feeling all-tingly good as they felt up Mr. Galyon's tits. And when they moved to caressing and gently
tugging his elongated nipples their rods began to stiffen.
Rex
was first to break the quiet feel-up time, "Man, if we ever have guests over we can't have this slave running around in just a dick
cage, because no one would be able to keep their hands away from feeling up these
tits."
Terrence
agreed, "We will need to keep him either tit-caged or else fitted with one of
those `mankini' style bras."
As Terrence
gave some sucks to Michael's nipples Rex unbelted Mr. Galyon's slacks and unzipped
his slacks.
Once
Michael was bare except for his boxer briefs, Terrence and Rex admired him for
a bit as he stood in just his undies. Once they had taken in the view, Rex
approached Mr. Galyon, "Time to get little Mikey all nakey."
The
first thing the boys did to Michael once he was naked was to ask him to flex
his muscles for them. Michael's fine
physique and good biceps impressed the judges very much.
Next they asked him again to flex
his muscles but to do it in a variety of muscle boy poses, as if he were doing
a model boy photo shoot.
Michael
was awkward at posing with his first attempts. When Rex shouted out to him to just relax and
pretend that he was alone at home doing these poses in front of a mirror, Michael
did as he was ordered.
Michael
closed his eyes and did as ordered, and soon found himself getting into
it. As Michael kept flexing and posing
to the commands of the two-wannabe slave masters his cock slowly began to erect
and erect until it was sticking almost as high and straight up as that of a 15-year old boy.
Terrence
told him he could stop hopping and posing and called
out, "Oh Mikey - we so want to own you!"
Terrence
then addressed Rex in a loud voice so that Michael could hear, "Rex that monster
boner on Mikey proves that we were right about our assessment of him all along;
right about everything."
Terrence
then congratulated Michael, "You got your cock nicely `manned up' for us, but
now we want to see if you can get that dick tip of yours purple-headed
hard. So start
jackin' it until that cock head of yours begins to turn a darker, fiercer,
color."
As
Michael did as ordered, happily so, he couldn't believe what he was going
through: he was being controlled and humiliated by two hot young guys. The slave feeling within him was so overwhelming
that soon he started moaning and copiously leaking dick juice.
Rex
called out, "Ok, stop jackin'! Once you
sign the orders of self-indenturement you will only be emitting sperm when we
command it!"
Rex
then told Michael that he could get dressed.
As he was dressing himself, he asked, "Umm, you two aren't going to..."
Terrence
went up to Michael and gave him a hug, "Don't worry Mr. Galyon, we don't intend
to say a word about this to anyone; we love you and respect you. And we want you for our very own."
Suddenly
there was loud knocking on Michael's office door. Michael called out asking who it was. When Nurse Costen identified herself Michael opened the door.
When
Nurse Costen saw Terrence and Rex in the office she exclaimed, "Thank goodness,
you boys are okay. Poor little Joshua
was so worried about you."
Michael
explained, "I just finished up with Rex and Terrence's `exit' interviews."
Once
Nurse Costen left and Rex and Terrence were also about to leave, Terrence gave a
sly nod to Michael, "Once you're ready for your servitor `entrance' interview,
be sure to give us a call!"
End of Part 19
Guinea Pig Boys
(To Be Continued)
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