Guinea Pig Boys – Part 8
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Randall Austin
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Terrence's mother, Dorothy Finley, gave a call to the Jackson County Social
Services Agency.
"I
want to know exactly what is going on with my son!"
"Yes,
your name please."
"Dorothy Finley".
Quickly checking his data, the Social Services' agent answered, "Okay ma'am, I see that you are Dorothy Finley, and that you have an indentured son here in our service. What exactly is it that you want to know ma'am?"
"I'm only seeking to know how my son is! They are not allowing me to contact him."
"Who exactly are `they' ma'am?"
"Every person I have ever manage to talk to at Social
Services! Every time I call I get sent
to some other extension, and no one seems to have any answers for me."
"Ma'am,
I can assure you that your son is in expert hands!"
"That's
not what I'm asking. I'm simply asking
how my son is, and what is being done to him!"
"Ma'am,
you need to calm down!"
"Calm
down? Sir, what is your name?"
"My
name is Andrew Bullitt."
"Let
me talk to your supervisor!"
"Mrs.
Finley, I am the supervisor of the Family Relations Department of the Jackson County Social
Services Agency."
Dorothy
Finley began sobbing in frustration and hung up.
***
Humans
undergoing experimental treatment programs regularly undergo feces
examination. The Kansas City, Missouri,
treatment center is very much like most testing facilities in the US, in that
the test subject's feces are examined usually once in every 48 hour period.
The
enemas at the Kansas City facility are performed by trained orderlies in the
most common fashion, which is by having the boys bend over a waterproof,
cushioned, trestle, so that the orderlies have easy access to the subjects'
anal cavities.
The
perineum of the subject is first gently rinsed to cleanse and relax the subject
before the opening of the anal cavity, which is then fully lubricated before a
gloved hand or a soft sponge wand then begins to invade and explore the
interior.
After
the initial cleansing and lubing, the practitioners then gently insert the
nozzle of the enema device deeply into the subject's anus while maintaining a
gentle milking style tugging of their scrotums to help ease the nozzle
insertion process.
Once
the nozzle is fully inserted and the gentle tugging of the subjects' basal
scrotal skin has achieved an easy insertion of the nozzle, the orderlies then
release the needed amount of fluid into the subjects bowels in order to effect
the maximal evacuation needed for the experiment's analysis.
For
Rex and Terrence, as it was for all the boys in the program, enema days were a
profoundly humiliating experience. But
what made the experience most painful were the comments made to them from the
orderlies giving them their enemas, especially from Amoro and Paulus.
Paulus
and Amoro would often laugh as they treated the boys, making comments such as
`I hope you little rats are having a good time bent over this trestle as we
ooze the shit out of you', or `Is this the way your mommies used to give you an
enema when you were a kid?'
The
effect of such constant humiliations and berating on young adult males has the
effect of swiveling around not only their identities, but also their passions.
Under
such daily pressure and humiliations the boys in Ward D became ever more
submissive, and eventually began to accept as normal the harsh treatment to
which they were daily subjected.
However,
Terrence Finley and Rex Dalton, bolder than the other boys in the program,
acted on the received daily indignities and made an appointment to voice their
concerns with the director of Missouri's Jackson County Social Services Agency,
Mr. Jacob Bartlett.
***
Thomas
Crotchet, alone in his office, looking at a photo of Jeremy, opened a bottle of
wine and began drinking. The wine soon
replaced the agony he felt by the distancing behavior of a friend he once
believed to have been his boyfriend.
By
the end of his second glass of wine he sat down at the piano in his office and
played and quietly began to sing his favorite song, "I thought I had lost you",
but after singing only a part of the song and another glass of wine, he had
fueled his courage and dialed Jeremy's number - who noticing the source of the
call on his cell, answered with an annoyed, "Hello, I'm kind of busy right
now."
"Jeremy,
I miss you."
"I
miss you too. Hey, listen, before you
hang up; you told me the other day that a new group of boys in the program
would soon be getting hooked up to those `sperming' machines. When are you
going to get me a video of that procedure?"
"Jeremy,
you know I can't do that; the law states that taking vids or pics of anything
that goes on here is strictly forbidden."
"Hey,
you sent me a video of the boys in their punishment bras."
"That
was just a one-time thing, Jeremy; I can't risk doing that again."
"Come
on man; you owe me!"
"What
do you mean I owe you?"
"I'm
letting you share my apartment at the amount you said you could afford, and so
every month I have been paying an extra $180 to cover for you."
"Please
don't bring the rent up. That isn't
fair. I can't risk doing another video
here."
"Listen
Tommy, just get me some footage. I gotta
run. Catch ya later."
Jeremy
hung up with a slam.
Thomas,
dejected, went to his piano and banged the keys.
***
Rex
and Terrence, meek in their white, pajama style, lab garments, entered the
office of the director of Missouri's Jackson County Social Services Agency, Mr.
Jacob Bartlett. Mr. Bartlett asked the
two defiant lab specimens, in a moderately cordial manner, to take a seat.
Unbelievable
to Rex and Terrence was the fact that Mr. Bartlett had an open bottle of
scotch, along with a glassful of its contents, sitting in open view on his
desk.
Rex
began, "Sir, thank you for giving us this opportunity to speak with you. We are housed in Ward D where we are part of
an experiment that..."
Mr.
Bartlett cut them off, "Yes, yes, I know all about what's going on in Ward
D. What are you here for? Is this going to be some kind of complaint?"
"Sir,
it's not so much of a complaint as it's a concern."
Mr.
Bartlett sat up straight as Rex continued, "Sir, we have been warned that if we
ever ejaculated while we were in the current phase of testing, there would be
serious and painful consequences."
Mr.
Bartlett began showing signs of annoyance as Rex continued, "Sir, the orderlies
who regularly provide us with the most basic care, such as shaving, bathing,
giving us enemas, and such, seem to delight in taunting us and leading us up to
a point of orgasmic release; a point where we could involuntarily ejaculate."
"Okay
boys, you can stop using fancy words, just tell me what you are trying to say."
"Well
sir, we have been told there would be serious consequences if we ever `shot a
load' outside the confines of experiment's requirement, if you know what I
mean."
With
a gruffer voice Mr. Bartlett replied, "Yes, I know what mean. Continue!
Just what in the hell are you trying to say?"
"Sir,
the orderlies seem to delight in trying to bring us to the edge when they treat
us. They lotion our entire bodies on a
daily basis, but spend most of the time applying lotion to our cocks, sir."
Mr.
Bartlett shook his head, "What is your point?"
"Sir,
what the orderlies do to us amounts to torture, and we want it stopped, now!"
Mr.
Bartlett stood up, "Oh my oh my! Just listen to you!"
Mr.
Bartlett stood up and looked out his office window as he addressed the boys,
"All of the orderlies in our employment are subjected to the most rigorous
background checks. They have graduated
from high school, have no criminal records, they come from caring families, and
I have never before had a single complaint from any indentee in our experiment
labs. So just what exactly are you
trying to say. Are you accusing our
orderlies of making homosexual advances?"
Terrence
interrupted, "Sir, I have not said that the orderlies were homos, nor do I
care. What we are here to say is that
the orderlies assigned to us delight in taking us to the `edge', and that needs
to stop, sir, and it needs to stop now!"
Mr.
Bartlett, inflamed, turned around, grabbed the nearest thing, a notebook, threw
it to the floor, and shouted, "You little shits! Do you not know what you are?"
"You
are nothing but indentured punks! And in
my experience the only way to tame unruly punk slaves is with a full-length serious
ass whipping!"
Mr.
Bartlett grabbed his cell, pushed a button, and then casually refilled his
glass of scotch.
Within
a minute two Social Services members from the security team arrived dressed in
full battle gear. Mr. Bartlett pointed
at Rex and Terrence and ordered, "Strip `em bare and hug `em!"
The
security team didn't strip them, but one of the security team guys simply
shouted at the boys, "Strip lab-animal naked!
And do it now and do it quick!"
Rex
and Terrence, intimidated and frightened by the guards' imposing uniforms and
cruel looks, did as ordered.
Once
the slaves were `little boy' naked, and shivering in fear, the guards gave hand
signals for the boys to approach them.
The
boys approached the guards and each guard hugged the boys tightly around their
upper backs and ordered the boys to hug them tightly in return.
Mr.
Bartlett grabbed a flip whip, a short whip with a mean sting, and went behind
Terrence as he was hugged by the uniformed security guard, and began decorating
Terrence's entire nude back side, starting with his exposed back just below the
arms of the security guards that hugged him tightly, and worked the whip
strokes on down to his rump, then on to the backs of his upper legs. The strokes were brutally fast and hard.
Security
forces are well trained to hug and squeeze boys getting a bare back strapping
as tightly as they possibly can.
Once
Terrence was screaming and bawling like a wayward six-year old over his
father's knee, Mr. Bartlett went to his desk and took another sip of
scotch.
Mr.
Bartlett then proceeded to decorate Rex's backside in a similar fashion.
Once
the whippings were over, both slaves continued hugging, and were hugged in
return by the uniformed security guards.
As the boys caught their breaths after the torture, still embraced by
and embracing the security guards, their dicks began to rise.
They
were, in short, tortured boys who needed to find relief in any way they could,
and found it in the only source available, in the hugs of their security
guards.
Social
Services security team members are well aware of the `erection effect' that
follows a hug-style back whipping, and once the boys had recovered from their
tears, both guards released Rex and Terrence from their embrace with a few
caring pats on their shoulders and arms.
As
the boys dressed themselves back into their scrubs, Mr. Bartlett returned to
his desk, grabbed his glass of scotch, took a sip, and then smiled, "I hope you
two little piglets have learned your lesson.
Now get the hell out of here and back to your ward! If you are ever returned to my office for any
complaints leveled against you, you will be sent to the `pain tolerance'
experiments ward!"
Humbled
and worried, Rex and Terrence were returned to Ward D, where they were informed
that all of the boys in Ward D were going to be hooked up to the `expro'
machines later that week.
***
The
following day, as Rex and Terrence made their way to Simon Kettlestick's office
they wondered if voicing their complaints about the whipping they had received
from Mr. Bartlett would simply result in another cruel punishment.
To
their surprise Simon received them with a gracious smile, invited them to take
a seat and offered them glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice.
Simon
listened attentively as the boys spoke of their daily humiliations by the
staff, of the cruel physical punishments, and especially of the whipping they
had received on the previous day from Mr. Bartlett.
"What
you two boys have revealed to me is horrific, and I intend to deal with this
matter as forcefully as I am able. You
must remember, I am not the head of Kansas City's Social Services Department,
that is Mr. Bartlett. I am simply head
of the county's Medical Research facilities.
But trust me, I intend to take this to the highest authorities."
"Now
I have recorded this session for the transcript, but to make my case to the
agency's governors, I will need some physical evidence as well, so I have to
ask both of you to strip so that I can take a few photos."
The
boys, who were by now well used to such a request, gave a `no big-deal, sure we
can do that' nod, stood up and immediately started removing their servitor
scrubs - as Simon tried to conceal the fact that his breathing was growing
heavier.
Simon
had the boys turn around and started taking photos of the entire lengths of
both boys' backsides.
"Okay,
now, for the record I need you to turn around so that I may `photo' your front
side in detail so that the governors can determine if your front side also
suffered trauma. Stand tall and please
put your hands in back of your heads."
The
boys faced forward as ordered and Simon took many shots of the fully exposed
boys, including close up shots of the boys' most intimate parts.
When
he was finished with the shoot, Simon told the boys they could get dressed and
return to Ward D, "But before you do that, let me give you a boys a hug."
As
Simon hugged the naked servitors he expressed his sympathy, "I am so sorry for
the things you've had to endure. None of
these things should ever have happened."
As
the boys walked back their ward Terrence leaned towards Rex and spoke in his
ear with a quiet voice, "I think that hug went on a bit longer than it needed
to."
Rex
smiled, "I agree. But it felt good to
me."
End of Part 8
Guinea Pig Boys
(To Be Continued)
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