Guinea Pigs – Part 2
by
Randall Austin
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Terrence
and Rex were so worried over the amount of blood that the young male nurse
withdrew from them that it almost made them forget the strange situation they
found themselves in; taken by surprise from their dorm room by slave police,
stripped naked, led about like cattle, strapped naked to gurneys, and told that
lots of their blood was needed in order to run tests on to determine how well
their bodies would be able to withstand various experiments.
Once the nurse had filled several phials full of their blood, he smiled at the
boys and stated, "I can tell just by looking at you two that you are both
healthy specimens and will most likely be accepted into our experimentation
program. Congratulations. It'll be
fun working on you!"
"Oops,
sorry - I meant to say, `It'll be fun working with you'."
The nurse nodded to the two policemen and the two handlers as he exited pushing
his medical cart, "They're all yours now!"
The handlers released the bindings securing the boys to their gurneys, ordered
them to stand, and the other handler came with two elastic bands and put them
about the root of Terrence and Rex's cocks and balls. It was a snug fit.
Next the handlers had the boys step into what looked
like molded plastic jock straps. One of the police officers explained,
"That plastic jock is for your modesty. As soon as the lab completes your
blood work, we'll be marching you over to the arbitration room for your hearing
and sentencing."
"Once
you two boys are before the arbitration panel I want
you both on your best behavior. You are to address any of the four female
judges on the panel who happen to question you as `your honor'; as in `Yes,
your honor', or `No, your honor.' If Mr. Crotchet senses any cockiness or
improper behavior on your part, he can send a zap with his remote to that band
encircling the base of your special packages – a zap that I am pretty sure will
correct any out-of-line behavior."
Thomas
was somewhat uneasy with the handler's warning and spoke, "My name is Thomas
Crotchet, and I will be your personal handler and disciplinarian for the first
year or so of your indenturement."
"It
is my job to make sure you do as you are told, and remain in step with all the
procedures, rules, and regulations, of this test facility at all times."
"I
should let you know at this time that I have the fullest handler's rating, and
I have total authority over you. I'm a Level-4 handler, and that means I
can order any level of discipline, including the severest forms of punishment,
for you if I should ever feel the need to do so."
"It
also means that in extreme cases of disobedience, such as `profound
insubordination', I have the authority to order punishment body modifications
on you. I don't want to go into details
and unnecessarily disturb you, but they can include such things as ear/nose and
tit notching, penile infibulation, tattooing, and branding. But of
course, we all hope such procedures will never be necessary."
"As the officer just said, we will very shortly be marching you over to the
arbitration room, and I do mean `marching' in the literal sense. So,
right now I'm going to teach you the basic marching steps you are to use
whenever you're being taken from one experimentation lab to another."
Thomas then ordered Terrence to stand behind Rex, and ordered them to face the
left, "Now we will count `one', `two', `three', `four' in march-rhythm.
On the count of `one' you tap your right foot to the floor and immediately
bring the right knee up to your waist level, on count `two' you tap the floor
with your left foot and then bring it up to your waist level as your right foot
returns to the floor, and so on in a repeated fashion."
"At
all times you will keep your arms bent away from your body by six inches at the
wrist. With each count you will swing your arms broadly back and forth in
opposite direction of each other. Now let's try it! March in a
circle and count out loud, `One', `Two', `Three', `Four'; `One', `Two',
`Three', `Four'!"
Terrence and Rex felt like clowns as they obeyed the marching orders.
Thomas grabbed a flip whip and called out more instructions, "Keep marching and
counting, and stand tall! Shoulders wide and broad. Raise your head, look
straight ahead, chest out, tummy in! Smile! Look proud!"
As the boys marched, counting out loud, Thomas encouraged them, "Come on boys,
knees higher! That's the way. What good boys you are! Make me
proud!"
After a few awkward practice rounds, Thomas raised his voice, "Okay, it's time
to get serious and start marching like pros!" With that he snapped his
whip on Terrence's ass and Rex's shoulder. They both yelped. Thomas
instructed, "Raise those legs and swing those arms with energy. Stick out
those asses and let's see nice, big, proud, server-boy, smiles on your faces!"
The two new slaves could hardly take in what was being done to them, especially
since they didn't even know why they were being charged with crimes, or why
they had been hauled up for an order of indenturement.
But the flip whip, also known as the training whip, stings like hell and is
designed to get the minds' of young men off of themselves and onto the service
of their fellow man, and soon the two former college jocks were prancing and
trotting like prize stallions.
In
no time, the two newly indentured boys were covered in sheens of sweat.
Thomas
Crotchet loved making slaves sweat from exertion. That he was able to do
so was, in his mind, one of the perks of his job.
Thomas
Crotchet answered his cell as he waved the training whip at Rex and
Terrence. Once he took the message on his cell, he called out to the two
new indentured boys, "Okay, you can stop marching now and come over here."
He looked them over, smiling, "I can tell by the way you two are sweating that
you aren't used to exercising. That's all going to change now."
"The good news is that your blood results have come in; you have been approved! So, it's time for me to take you to see the
`Ladies'. Remember - be on your best behavior. If I see any
inappropriate behavior during your hearing, your balls will be frying!"
End of Part 2
Guinea Pig Boys
(To Be Continued)
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