Guinea Pig Boys – Part 25
by
Randall Austin
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Terrence,
Rex, and Joshua, were all in agreement; to avoid upsetting Mikey, they would
meet Bradley Galyon on his arrival at Kansas City International Airport to discuss
his request.
The
three overseers were all nervous as the passengers on Bradley's flight
disembarked. However, they happily gave a cheer the moment they spotted
Bradley. He strongly resembled a
slightly older version of Mikey.
Bradley
was handsome, elegantly dressed and groomed, and was gracious in the
extreme. His plain, honest and simple
greeting, put the overseers instantly at ease.
Once
they found an airport food area that was not overly crowded, they sat down
together to discuss Bradley's request.
When
the contentious subject of Bradley's demand in response to the party invitation
came up, the three overseers were again put at ease by Bradley's seemingly
good-hearted demeanor.
"Look,
you guys; I know you are caring overseers.
But the law is the law. And in
the United States the law is that an indentee - that is any indentured person –
must be `termed' or given first to any immediate family member who so demands
control of the indentee. So that means I
am requesting that your lease be transferred to me, a true sibling. You will be paid, and Mikey becomes my
charge. And I will be taking him home to
New York with me after the party."
***
Slave
Mikey was rod-naked and hard as hell as he was being given his morning bathing
and scrubbing by Joshua.
Mikey,
with mitted hands locked onto the sides of the gurney pleaded, "Please dear
sweet Joshua, you gotta help me get off.
I need release. Please man, just
jack my dick a bit."
Little
Joshua, ever obedient and small-dicked, responded, "Man, I would give anything
to be able to put my mouth on your throbbing dick; but I am an overseer now, a
state certified overseer, so I gotta obey all the rules."
"Please
Josh, help me get off! I need you to
lotion my dick."
Joshua
wrapped his hand around Mikey's `longing for release prick' as he spoke,
"Mikey, I so want to suck the cum out of you, I so wanna man-sperm you and see
your dick shoot loads of man juice across the room, but I just can't do that; I
have to obey the law as laid out by Terrence."
"Please
Josh, just give me a jacking before fitting me back into my chastity cage."
The
tense situation was aborted when Mikey and Joshua heard Terrence arriving and
shouting out from the floor above, "Bradley is here!"
Mikey's
boner deflated, and in silence Joshua dried the slave off, dressed him, and
combed his hair.
Once
Mikey was all groomed and dressed in his servitor scrub suit garb, Joshua
grabbed him by the hand, "Come on Mikey, it's time to meet your big brother."
***
Mikey,
led to meet his older brother by the hand of little Joshua, trembled in
fear. But as Mikey approached Bradley
there were clear signs to the three overseers of familial caring between the
brothers. They hugged, and there were
even reunion tears.
Bradley
was the first to speak, "Man, you are as handsome as hell."
"You
ain't so bad lookin' yourself, big bro."
It
was agreed upon by Mikey's three overseers and Bradley Galyon beforehand that
there would be no mention of Bradley's request to take ownership of his brother
until after Mikey's big coming out party.
The
reunion was warm and surprised the three overseers, for Bradley did not seem to
be the creep they all had been led to believe he was by slave Mikey.
As
the reunion ended, and Bradley was about to go to his room and unpack his
travel cases, Mikey told everyone that he was going into the kitchen to prepare
and `Italian' meal for everyone.
Later,
at the dinner table the three overseers and Bradley congratulated Mikey on the
wonderful meal he had prepared. But Rex
was curious, "So Mikey, you said this was going to be an Italian style meal,
but I don't get it; exactly what was `Italian' about it?"
"Well,
I put extra basil in the pasta sauce."
There was happy laughter as everyone departed the dinner table.
It
was an ending to the meal that helped Mikey, as he was being put to bed by
Joshua, fall into a most relaxing sleep.
But
as Mikey fell into dreamland his overseers could not do so, for it was an
evening that caused Joshua, Rex, and Terrence, to have one of the most
sleepless nights of their lives, for they could possibly lose a family member
whose presence brought meaning and joy into their lives.
And,
sadly, it would eventually prove to be the most horrible night of Mikey's life
when Bradley stole into his bedroom later that night at 2 AM.
***
Bradley
relished the thought of what he was about to do. He gave his dick a few jacks before approaching
Mikey's bed.
Once
in Mikey's bedroom he disrobed. Totally
naked and with a super spear-dick hardon he slapped his brother awake, "Wake up
bro, it's payback time."
Once
Mikey shook off his sleep shivers he wondered, "Bro, what's going on?"
"It's
payback time, you little asshole. You
are finally going to get what you deserve."
Mikey
had no means of defense other than his voice, "Bro, what's going on? What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm
about to give you the fucking I have wanted to give you for a long time. My little asshole younger brother is finally
going to be repaid for all the shit he gave me."
Bradley,
in short time, tore off Mikey's night gown and ripped off his diaper, "Oh wow,
look at my little bro all bare naked and smelling baby powder fresh."
"Brad,
you're talking crazy, what are you doing?
Please don't hurt me."
"Shut
the fuck up, pig slave! You are going to get the fucking you have deserved
forever. Come on boy, spread those legs
for your big brother!"
"Please
Brad, don't do this. I have always
respected you."
As
Bradley nudged his steel-headed boner to his younger brother's hole, he shouted
as he guided his throbber into his brother's hole, "Well then, if you have
always respected me, now you can feel the respect I have for you up your
poof-boy asshole!"
Bradley
eased his way into Mikey's hole, "Well Mr. former hotshot, how does it feel
having your older brother's dick up your ass?"
As
Bradley fuck pumped his younger brother he told him the good news; "You know what
else little bro? After the little party
your three stooge overseers are throwing for you, you are coming home with me."
"That's
right, Mikey. You are gonna be my little
animal pet slave. The law says I get to
take you home with me as my own personal, full-service, ass-licking, shit
slave!"
Mikey
let out a scream of horror, to which Bradley responded with a slap across
Mikey's face, "Shut the fuck up you little overly coddled, overly perfumed,
tinkle-assed pussy whore bitch. I now
own you. Your big brother now owns
you. So get used to it!"
***
That
evening as Bradley fuck-pumped away at his younger brother, and as little
Joshua jacked his dick to thoughts of Mikey's handsome older brother, and as
Rex simply, once again, bathed in the glory of owning a prize slave as
beautiful as Mikey, Terrence was concerned about finances.
Terrence
was aware of Bradley's request in terms of how it would affect not only the
household finances, but wondered more how they would all be able to get along
without Mikey.
Terrence,
before going to bed at night, did his usual check of the household's spy
cams. What he saw on camera 3, horrified
him. Mikey was being rape-fucked by his
older brother as Mikey pleaded with him to stop. He immediately called the police.
***
Terrence rushed into the room to stop the assault, but
Bradley had already creamed and was pulling out when Terrence arrived.
"Do you know what you have just done?"
"Yeah, I simply fucked my slave brother who had it coming
all along. No big deal. Get out of here Terry. I own this guy and I still have some things
to tell him. Plus I am going to beat his
slave ass to a pulp; and after that we're leaving. I am taking him home with me to be my own
little whore pussy slave."
"No you are not!"
"What do you mean?"
"It means that you, Mr. Bradley Galyon, know nothing about
the law. You have just forcibly raped a
servitor who is your brother. That is
both a crime of rape and incest here in this little old shit-hole state you
consider Missouri to be."
As Bradley shouted out his defiance of what he considered to
be Terrence's stupid ignorance of the law, the police force arrived, burst
themselves into the room, charged Bradley with both rape and incest, and
proceeded to truss the wildly angry older brother.
Terrence explained to Bradley as he was getting trussed up
by the police, "Here in Missouri, slaves happen to have a few rights. They are individuals in the eyes of the law,
and they cannot be abused, sexually or otherwise. But one thing Missouri law most conditionally
does not accept, like it or leave it, is incest: especially non-consensual
incest. So I don't think you will be
going back to big ol' New York anytime soon."
***
Three days later Terrence accompanied Bradley to his
courtroom hearing. After all the
arguments were presented for and against Bradley's act against his brother,
Judge Silvia Gladstone gave her ruling.
"Mr. Bradley Galyon, the court has heard arguments from both
the defense and the prosecution. And
during this hearing you were defiant and smirking in your responses, which is
usually not the best way to win any kind of appeal. But apart from your obvious contempt for the
rule of law, there is nothing I or any other judge can reasonably rule on your
behalf. You forcibly raped a slave who
also happened to be your younger brother.
We all saw it on the video."
"Slave laws vary from state to state. Our state's laws on servitude are quite
different from those in New York, and it is the duty of citizens to know the laws
of whatever part of the country they happen to be in. Here in Missouri you have committed the
crimes of rape and incest. Just because
the servitor Michael Galyon happens to be a slave doesn't change the legal
consequences of such acts."
"Therefore, Mr. Bradley Galyon, you are now a convicted
profound-felon in the state of Missouri.
In Missouri you have an option as in most other states in this country;
you can choose your sentencing options: either four years imprisonment or
twelve months of "full-service, hard labor, indentured servitude. You decide."
Bradley broke down in tears and knelt on the floor as he
sobbed out, "No, no, that cannot be. I
am sorry for everything I did. I only
did it because I was abused all my life by Michael."
"In what ways did he abuse you?"
"He was mean to me all the time we lived with our
parents. He called me names, made fun of
me for getting low grades in school, tattling to my parents whenever I did
something wrong, laughing at me..."
Judge Gladstone interrupted Bradley, "Mr. Galyon, the verbal
abuse you describe is not a crime. You
need to gather yourself and decide on the punishment option being offered; if
you do not you will automatically be sentenced to four years imprisonment in Missouri
state's sexual offenders punishment facility."
"Oh gawd no, please.
No prison." Bradley was so in
shock at his predicament that he did not respond.
Judge Gladstone used the tender voice she often used when
letting the convicted know the awful details of their sentencing choices, "Very
good, Mr. Galyon. The bailiff will now
strip you, and then lead you down to `processing' where you will be
disinfected, shaved, and chastity caged.
Once that is accomplished you will be outfitted with transport gear and
be immediately delivered to Jackson County's Garrison facility, which houses
the states sexual offenders."
Bradley let out a long cry of "No!" and looked back at the
courtroom trying to find Terrence, "Please, Terrence, don't let them send me
away. Please, Terrence, buy me. I
promise to behave as a slave. I know
I've done wrong; I'm sorry. I don't
wanna be sent away to some place full of awful people!"
Bradley fell into a crumbling heap as Terrence, from the
observer's deck, raised a hand, "Judge Gladstone, I would consider taking
Bradley on if he accepts your offer of twelve months of servitude."
"Bradley shouted back, "Yes, yes, your honor; I chose
servitude instead of imprisonment."
Judge Gladstone banged her gavel, "Bradley Galyon, you are
hereby sentenced to twelve months of full-service, hard labor, indentured
servitude, with the Terrence Finley household.
The bailiff will now take you down to processing so that you can be
chipped and photographed for the County's records."
The judge invited Terrence to come forward to sign the
documents of overseership, and informed him, "Bradley should be ready for you
to take possession of him in two hours from now at Bay #3 located at the rear
of the courthouse. He will be fully
secured, and you will be given the keys to his transport containment uniform."
End of Part 25
Guinea Pig Boys
(To Be Continued)
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