Guinea Pig Boys – Part 22
by
Randall Austin
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The
following morning at 6:30 AM a naked Michael Galyon was placed over the knee of
his senior overseer and lease holder, Mr. Terrence Finley, and spanked into a sobbing
frenzy for trying to masturbate even as he was being chastity guarded between
his two lead overseers, Terrence and Rex.
Terrence
asked the wayward slave several questions during the course of his spanking,
"Are you some kind of pig boy that you can't even refrain from self-abuse even while
you are in bed with your two senior overseers?"
"Are we going to have to send you a way to get infibulated?" "Do you want us to let your family know why
we had to give you a spanking this early in the morning?" "Maybe we should be
videoing all your future spankings so your family can see how we are trying to
keep you on a path of good behavior."
Once
his disobedient ass was spanked into a nice red color, Michael was horrified to
hear that his spanker would be giving him a haircut; "Please sir, don't cut my
hair. I have a barber, Wayne, I can give
you his number. He can cut my hair."
"Mikey,
we need to get you neat and spiffy for your doctor's appointment later today."
"Please
sir, don't give me a haircut. Please let
my barber Wayne do it."
Michael
quickly gave out the name of his barber's shop, to which Terrence responded,
"This is great info." Terrence quickly
added the info to his contact list. "I
will invite him to your `graduation' party along with your brother Bradley and
our friends once we have you fully trained."
Without
saying another word Terrence pulled out his cock from the fly of his slacks,
"Hearing you pleading and begging really got me going. So, I'm going to need a few dick sucks!"
Michael
was only too happy to slurp away at his master's cock. No sooner had Michael begun his duty when
Rex entered the room. "Hey, I need some
of that suction action too!"
Terrence
responded, "Sure, get in line. Mikey is
our very own human Expro machine. Just
the way we had to be hooked up to those machines under Mikey's supervision, now
he gets to service us just like one those big fancy Expro machines; the ones
that milked us as if we were cows."
Terrence
didn't actually cum at this moment, so he passed the `machine' on to Rex who
cooed in delight the moment Mikey got his cock into his mouth, "Hell this feels
a lot better than that Expro machine."
Moments
later little Joshua entered the room, saw what was going on, looked to Terrence
with a facial expression that asked, `can I get some of that too?'
Terrence
nodded a `yes', "Just get in line; Mikey has no choice but to do whatever we
ask of him."
Both
Rex and Terrence were both surprised to see that once little peepee-dicked
Joshua started to get man-sucked by Mikey, his little one and a half inch
cocklet grew into a truly admirable adult sized almost six-incher.
Unlike
Rex and Terrence, Joshua was still just an adolescent hormonally speaking, and
in no time, he shot a hot and fast load of teen sperm into Mikey's slave mouth.
***
Terrence
next led the obedient and naked slave to take a seat in the household's `barber
chair', a kitchen bar stool, "It's time to relax little guy, you took your
spankee very well and I am so proud of you.
What I am going to do now is snip off some rough edges. If you want Wayne to do your hair, I will
have him do it in front of everyone at your `coming out' party. All that I want to do now is make sure that
you are all sleek and groomed for your appointment with Dr. Evans later today."
As
much as Michael hated having his hair messed with, the moments during which
Terrence did a neat trim and clipping of his slave's stray hairs Michael's
servitor peepee re-engorged.
After
Terrence had performed the hair trimming on his slave, he ran his fingers
through his hair with product, "We can't have you messy haired for Dr. Evans."
As
Terrence styled the slave's hair there was a knock on the door. Rex answered the door and it was nurse Susan
Costen doing a friendly visit. As Rex
gave her a big hug little Joshua came running and joined in the greeting hug.
"Hi
boys. I just wanted to see how you were
all doing, and I brought you some brownies I made last night. I wanted to see how you are all doing and see
how
Mr. Galyon is adjusting."
When
nurse Costen was led into the house's kitchen open space where Terrence was
finishing up styling Michael's hair, she let out a whoop of happiness on seeing
Mr. Galyon, as she ran to Michael on the bar stool to give him a happy hug.
Michael,
totally naked on the bar stool, hugged nurse Costen. He knew he was naked, yet his nakedness
highlighted for him that he was in fact now a real slave because he felt no
shame in being so exposed and revealed as being nothing more than a naked
slave.
After
the hug, with happy talk going on from all but the slave, nurse Costen started
handing out brownies to everyone.
When
she tried to hand a brownie to Michael, Terrence stopped her, "Sorry, he can't
have one. He has an appointment with Dr.
Evans later today who will be giving us new dietary guidelines for Mikey."
Nurse
Costen understood as she set the tray of remaining brownies on the table, as
the former Michael Galyon, naked on the barber's chair, watched everyone eating
their brownies.
***
As
Terrence and Mikey sat in the waiting room of Dr. Evans' office, Terrence
reminded his slave, "Mikey, I want you on your best behavior while you are with
the doctor. I don't want you
embarrassing me."
"Sir,
I would never do that."
"I
know Mikey, you are a really good boy and you know that I admire your behavior
in general. But sometimes in stressful
behavior it can be hard for slaves to control themselves as they should."
"But
Dr. Evans and the technician in the urogenital department are likely to be
performing some very humiliating procedures on you today, and I want you to be
prepared for that. You do not have to be
ashamed by anything that they may have to do to you today, because you can be
assured that you are not alone. I can
assure you that there are thousands of boys just like you, boys who are slaves,
who have to go through similar things everyday throughout the country."
"What
are they going to do to me?"
"I'm
not sure of everything that will happen, but I know for one thing that Dr.
Evans will need to get your penis erected so he can examine how your
circumcision is healing, and see if too much foreskin has been snipped off, and
if that is the case he will then have to ponder whether a bit of reconstructive
surgery is needed on your penis."
"I
also know that he will need to `sperm' you in order to get a DNA sample from
your semen. That's something that is
required from slaves for it better allows the entire Social Services system to
monitor its servitor population and thus keep better tabs on slaves like
you. So, Doc Evans will be sperm pumping
you, all he will need is a little bit of your pre-cum. I suspect that he will also..."
Terrence's
sentence was interrupted by a nurse interrupted them, asking them to follow her
into the exam room. Once in the room the
nurse instructed Mikey to remove all of his clothing, and then hop up on the
exam table and recline on his back.
Mikey
asked, "Don't I get a gown or towel or something to cover myself?"
"Well
we usually don't offer such things to slaves, but if your overseer would
prefer, I can fetch you a gown."
Terrence
nodded in the negative, "No, that's okay, not needed. We're good here."
Once
Michael was naked on the exam table, the nurse exited with, "Dr. Evans will be
here shortly."
***
After
doing his preliminary check on Mikey's overall health, Dr. Evans saw only one
problem with Mikey's condition, and addressed Terrence, "He's in good shape
except for one little thing; he has a `pudge' problem."
Terrence
gave a confused look, "Doctor, I understand `pudge' as referring to a fat
problem; but Mikey isn't fat or overweight at all."
"It
may look that way to you, and to the untrained eye Michael could appear as
possessing a perfect and in-shape body, for as of now it appears as such. But watch this."
Dr.
Evans put both of his hands on either size of Mikey's belly and gave a squeeze,
and as he squeezed his hands together a mound popped up on Mikey's belly, "See
that mound, that is body fat. It's
invisible for now when he is in a relaxed state, but if he keeps on eating the
way he has been that mound is soon going to be turning into a pot belly or, as
some call it, a beer belly. I hate to
see that happening on guy his age. And
if he does gain weight, his resale value won't equal what you paid for him; thus,
you will be making no profit on the sale of his lease."
"Mikey's
at an age now where his metabolism is changing, and soon his body will not be
able to keep up with burning his excess calories. So, if you want to keep him at current market
value in order to get a percentage of your investment on his lease, you are
going to have to put him on a strict diet."
"What
kind of diet, Dr. Evans?"
"Well
the first goal has to be getting rid of that nascent pudge. And to achieve that you need to restrict his
daily caloric intake, and those calories can only come from vegetation, mainly from
raw fruits, vegetables, and nuts. Of
course, some things need to be cooked such as beans, potatoes, eggplants, and
so on, but the majority of what he should be eating right now needs to come
from no more than 2100 calories per day from raw vegetation."
"When
you return here for his next state servitor health checkup, we can then
reassess his dietary needs."
Dr.
Evans, seeing a look of concern on Mikey's face, attempted to offer some news
that the hapless slave would likely find more uplifting, "But I have good news
for you as well, because once you are finished here and go up to the Urogenital
Ward for your chastity cage fitting, you are going to be one of the first boys
to be fitted with the latest `state of the art' chastity device, the
`EdgePro20'."
"It's
called the EdgePro20 because it will give your overseers the ability to
remotely control the EdgePro20's pulsers, which are tiny massage points located
within the entire inner frame of the device, and by means of which they can
remotely `edge' you. And besides being manually remotely controlled, your
overseers also have the option of setting it to auto-edge you at time intervals
of their choosing."
"So,
for example, they can set it to auto-edge you once every thirty minutes for a
period of forty seconds. However, they
can set the time parameters as they see fit to keep you properly edged. This device is wonderful because it
will keep you fully edged throughout the day; and a fully edged
servitor is a productive servitor as well as a happy servitor."
"And best of all this new device will send your overseers a
warning signal letting them know if you have been leaking pre-cum. That
way they can turn off the device's auto switch so it doesn't cause you to
ejaculate."
"If your EdgePro20
has not been set to the auto-stim mode, and should it send a signal to your
overseers that you are leaking pre-cum, it will then indicate to your overseers
that you are thinking naughty sex thoughts and need a dose of discipline. In that way the EdgePro20 will help preserve your
integrity as a pure and chaste slave.
Remember as well that chaste slaves are the happiest slaves."
"This device will not only make you a happier person, it
will also make Terrence, as well as your two junior overseers, much happier
care givers."
Michael, the good boy slave, tried to take in what Dr. Evans
had just revealed about the cage he was about to be kitted out with while
refraining from revealing any personal concerns.
Dr. Evans took Mikey away from any sad musings by suddenly
grabbing hold of his penis, "Okay Mikey, now it's time for me to get you
erected."
As Dr. Evans slowly began pumping Mikey's slave control unit
he explained, "The reason I am using my hand and not a wand to get you hard is
because I need to observe how your foreskin is reacting gradually as your penis
grows in size; I need to make sure that the recent surgery performed on your
foreskin is not constraining your penis's potential erectile growth in any
way."
As Dr. Evans continued to jack the slave's dick he explained
to Terrence, "Now as you can see I am getting him nice and bone-hard, but I
still need to keep jacking him because I need to get that mushroom dick tip of
his engorged so that it's a bright red color, a color so intense that it looks
like his dick tip could explode."
As Dr. Evans continued to slowly jack Mikey, he asked the
slave, "Tell me Mikey, are you feeling any pain or discomfort? Does it feel like you want to get your dick
harder but the tug down of your foreskin does not allow it?"
Mikey, with his mind in a haze from the manual stimulation,
responded in a moan, "No Doctor Evans, sir, there is no discomfort."
Dr. Evans beamed, "It's just as I thought, because to me it
looks like a perfect clipping job."
Dr. Evans then gave a look to Terrence and asked, "Doesn't
his dick just look great all clipped up neat and tight like this?"
"Yes Dr. Evans, it looks wonderful. You did a perfect clipping job on Mikey."
Terrence gave a stern look to his slave, "Mikey, do you have
anything you want to say to Dr. Evans?"
Mikey was in heaven being ordered to be compliant, "Yes sir,
Dr. Evans sir, thank you for the beautiful clipping job you did on me. With a dick clipped as tight as mine I truly
can be proud to be a slave."
Dr. Evans smiled as he took hold of a swab, "Good boy,
Mikey. I now need to collect some of
that pre-cum you're oozing so that we can get a sperm DNA sample. I will need
to swab both the outside of your dickhead as well as get a little bit from the
inside of your urethra."
Mikey yelped in pain
as Dr. Evans invaded his urethra. Dr.
Evans comforted the slave as his penile probe invaded the slave, "Don't worry
little guy, this will be over in a second."
Once Dr. Evans had
collected the needed sample, he informed Terrence, "You can now take Mikey to
the Urogenital
Ward for his `fitting'. You can leave
his clothes here; you can collect them afterwards from the duty nurse once
Mikey is all `peepee-caged' like a proper slave."
***
Once Mikey and Terrence arrived into the front office of the
Urogenital Ward, with Mikey hiding his penis with both hands, the office nurse
told them to take a seat. It was an
uncomfortable command for Mikey as he was totally naked and there were several
other more normally dressed patients seated in the waiting room chairs waiting
to be called.
Michael was aware that all eyes were on him, from the teen
kid who was probably creaming in his pants at the sight of him, to the eyes of
the dowager who hadn't had the beauty of a young cock in over twenty years.
Terrence and his slave eventually were called into an exam
room by a very handsome, young, technician, who introduced himself as Gene Carlton, "Dear sirs, please follow me into the
fitting room."
As both Terrence and Mikey followed Gene to the fitting room,
they admired his fine physique from the rear.
Once in the treatment room Gene ordered Mikey to hop up on the exam
table and to recline.
Mikey did not react, as he was momentarily taken aback by
Gene's handsomeness and studly manner.
Gene went up to Mikey and gave him a friendly pat on the
shoulder, "Relax little guy; this fitting isn't going to hurt."
Once Mikey had reclined on the gurney, Gene appreciatively
admired Mikey's entire body. "Okay, what we are going to do is get you secured
into the EdgePro20,
making you one of the first servitors in Missouri to be fitted with this very
special chastity cage."
The handsome technician beamed with delight, "I can promise
you, Mikey, that you are going to look so cute in your EdgePro20; you will be
the envy of every servitor you run into.
You can be proud to be wearing the EdgePro20, and I can guarantee you
that it will make you feel very good and special, and boost your servitor
confidence level."
Gene summoned Terrence to stand along beside him as he fitted
Mikey with the chastity device so that he could show him exactly how to
properly put the EdgePro20 on a slave.
"The first thing one has to do is get the slave erect. The EdgePro20, unlike most chastity cages,
actually goes on easier if the slave is erect."
Gene began jacking Mikey and the slave's dick went hard in
very little time.
As the stud technician pumped away at his organ of
regeneration, he and Terrence made darting glances at each other. As the fitting continued, and as Gene made certain
that Terrence was fully comprehending the proper emplacement procedures for
EdgePro20, there was clearly a sexual attraction forming between the technician
and the overseer.
Once Mikey's organ of regeneration was safely secured in its
`state of the art' chastity cage, with its wonderful edging capabilities, Gene
and Terrence made meaningful eye contact.
After a rather lengthy and silent gaze into the eyes of each
other, Gene spoke in a quiet voice to Terrence, "You know, there are special
techniques for getting `full service' out of a slave wearing the EdgePro20."
Terrence
whispered back, "What do you mean?"
"Well
you gotta be careful when fucking a slave encased in one of these things."
"What
do you mean?"
"You
can't go fucking a slave fitted with the EdgePro20 in just the way you fuck a
slave wearing the old model chastity cages."
"How
so?"
"Well,
I can demonstrate if you would like?"
Terrence
was caught off guard by the forward statement, hesitated, and gave no response.
Gene put his mouth to Terrence's ear and spoke slowly,
"Remember, slaves aren't here for us just to do our work and obey our orders,
they are also meant to provide us with pleasure. So, if you desire, I can demonstrate a
special fucking technique to employ on a slave who is fitted with the
EdgePro20."
Gene slowly put his hand to Terrence's crotch and did a
gentle massage, "Come on, I'd hate to have sent you home without you knowing
how to properly fuck a slave sporting the EdgePro20."
Terrence, aroused to the fullest, nodded in agreement. As Gene stripped down, he encouraged Terrence
to whip out his dick as he watched the action.
Terrence deferred.
But Terrence joined Gene in helping him to flip Mikey on his
belly and get him into a `dog with his ass in the air' position. Gene then lowered the gurney so that Mikey's
hole was at his cock level, and asked, "Terrence, would you care to lube me
up?"
Terrence only nodded in silence, grabbed the lube tube,
applied its contents along Gene's man shaft, and pump-massaged the lube onto
the technician's staff.
Once super lubed, Gene, the hot, horny, young,
studly-physiqued, technician, plugged away at the former Social Service's
official's asshole with an abandon that revealed to Terrence that what was
going on was probably more the norm than the exception.
The fucking ended in a sperm explosion with a monster shout
of ecstasy from Gene. As Gene was getting
dressed, Terrence asked, "You said there was a special way to fuck a slave
wearing the EdgePro20, yet I didn't notice anything different."
The ever-confident Gene answered, "Hey, I made all of that
up. I lied. I just noticed that you were as turned on by
the moment as I was, so I simply thought we should go with it. I made that
story up. So, what, no big deal! We had fun, that's what counts."
"And besides, I suspect you get as turned on bossing around
slaves as much I do."
Terrence and Gene looked into each other's eyes and
eventually their mutual gaze gave way to big smiles, so Terrence offered an
invitation, "Hey, once I get Mikey fully trained, I'm planning on having a
`slave warming' party. Would you be
interested in attending?"
"I sure would be."
"But do you know who this guy here on the gurney is – or
was?"
"I sure in the hell do.
Why otherwise would you think I wouldn't have been able to control my
dick from going into full boner mode?"
"I have been a technician here at Missouri Social Services
for three years. I sure know who this
guy was; it was he who had to approve my status for getting hired, the great
Mr. Michael Galyon. Mr. Galyon; now
nothing but a cabin slave by the name of Mikey."
Overseer and technician helped the freshly caged chastity
slave off the gurney. Terrence coaxed,
"Ok, stand up little guy so we can go back to Dr. Evan's office and collect
your clothes."
Gene offered a good marketing tip reply to Terrence, "Why
don't you just have him put his hands behind his head and march him back all
bare naked through several floors so that our marketing team can get to see how
hot the Edgepro20 looks on a model perfect slave like Mikey. Remember, we need to sell lots of these
things if we intend to maintain our sponsorship and mutual support from the
good folks over at the Edgepro Corporation."
"You got it! That is
exactly what I will do."
Terrence offered consolation to his quivering slave, "Come
on Mikey, this is something we really gotta do.
We need to show the industry leaders at Edgepro that we folks here in
Missouri aren't the cow-fuckin' hicks like they think we are. You look beautiful in your new `edger' cage
and I am so proud of you. After everyone
sees you marching proudly through the halls of Missouri Social Services
Central, everyone is going to want to own one for their slave."
As Terrence led Mikey out of the Urogenital Ward back up to
Dr. Evans' office to collect his clothes, rounds of applause and whistles could
be heard coming from the cubicled workers who were lucky enough to witness the
parade.
Many of the technicians and office workers and
administrative staff stopped Mikey on his parade back up to his doctor's office
so that they could get a good look of their new product and observe just how
good it looked on a new slave.
"Wow this is a product we can all be proud of having been a
part of throughout its creation process."
Questions were asked, "This guy is so handsome; is he some
model you hired to help make the `Expro' look so good?"
"No, I can assure you that Mikey here is a real slave."
"Can we take a few pictures?"
Terrence shouted out, "Sure, go ahead!"
Mikey's caged dickey pulsed in joy as the cell phones
clicked away.
End of Part 22
Guinea Pig Boys
(To Be Continued)
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