Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2007 01:57:24 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Executive Slave - Part 17 - Conclusion

Author:	White Collar

Title:	Executive Slave -- Part 17 (M/M, B&D, Humiliation)

Date:	March 22, 2007

Comments will be gladly received by white_collar@hotmail.com  Note:
Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental.  No real people
are depicted in this piece of fiction.  This story contains explicit male to
male sex, domination and bondage.  If you don't enjoy reading this sort
of material or are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE
READING.  If you regard this type of material as depraved then flee
from here and don't look back!  And be sure that you practice safer sex.
Don't become another statistic in the rising HIV/STD rates.  Don't be
barebacking: it's your LIFE you're playing with.  This story is
STRICTLY fantasy and I DO NOT espouse or endorse unprotected anal
or oral sex!

Be careful and be alive - White Collar


The previous installment of "Executive Slave" ended as follows:

As he was marched through the building that he used to own, preceded
by Malloy with Shaiman and Sommers holding his cuffed arms, he
flushed furiously but his head was raised and he looked defiant.  His
former employees looked on him with discomfort, clearly not convinced
that he wouldn't somehow beat this and be back soon to take out his rage
on them.  I was confident, perhaps naively so, that he had lost this throw
of the dice and his life was no longer his.

The officers tried to incite the crowd to jeering but they were half-
hearted at best and many simply turned away, unable to watch Barnes's
degradation.  We descended to the lobby and moved to the front door,
where a paddy wagon was waiting on the street.  We units were loaded
into the wagon but unit 133, as he was now known, was given the full
treatment, being loaded into the back of an LEA car so that he could be
viewed as he was driven to the Center for processing with the roof lights
flashing and the siren blaring.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 42

When we arrived at the Center, 133 was taken to a different entrance,
while the rest of us entered through the usual gate.  This was the first
view the new "recruits" had of the place and they were clearly trembling
with anxiety.  But Malloy, knowing that the Administrator had voiced
doubts about the procedures surrounding their arrests, was kind to them
and had them placed, in pairs, in separate holding cells with walls and
doors ensuring some measure of privacy until, I assumed, the
Administrator's investigation was completed.  I figured he'd paired them
up so they'd have at least a little bit of the comfort of familiarity, since
they'd been together since been taken into custody.  If it turned out, as I
suspected, that they had been arrested on false charges, simply as a
means of Barnes's exacting revenge for perceived wrongs or just plain
spite, then they would probably be released.  There wasn't much of a
remnant of due process in the country any longer but the Authority
would not endanger its nearly limitless power by appearing to be unfair,
so it was important to have some semblance of rule of law.

Whitfield, one of the officers who'd been involved in my initial
processing, intercepted Duncan and me and directed us to the unit intake
room downstairs.  This is the place where most units receive their second
taste of life as a unit, the first being their abrupt stripping of their clothes
and their rights and the humiliation of having this done in public.  The
room contained five tables, each with a stainless steal surface and various
brackets.  Malloy was there with Shaiman and Sommers, holding unit
133, a picture of tension and anxiety.  After all, they were in a delicate
circumstance: while this unit was already considered a convicted felon,
he had been a powerful man and all the officers showed concern that,
should he somehow be able to beat this thing, their best bet would be to
beat a hasty retreat to the Canadian border and never set foot in the
country again.  Nevertheless, they knew what they'd been instructed to
do and, having resolved to follow their orders, they commenced.
Shaiman unlocked the cuffs from 133's wrists and he was able to relax
his arms and rub his chafed arms.

"Up on the table," Malloy ordered, tapping a metal table.

133 glared at him and stood his ground.  So Malloy produced the stunner
and held it in near his exposed genitals.

"Don't make me repeat myself boy or you'll regret it, I promise," Malloy
said quietly, setting his jaw.

After a moment's hesitation, the unit complied, climbing up on the table
and sitting on the edge.

"Lie down on your back, hands over your head.  Grab hold of the bar at
the end," Officer Malloy said and 133 obeyed.

Malloy wheeled a tray over with several items on it.  He picked up a
cordless hair trimmer and switched it on before applying it to the unit's
furry chest.  133 let go of the bar and started to sit up.

"What the hell?" 133 said sharply.  He glowered at Malloy.  "You really
are a stupid son of a bitch, Malloy!  When I get out of here there ain't no
where on this planet that you can hide!"

For a few seconds, Malloy stared blankly at Barnes.  Then, remembering
what the Administrator had him of the evidence against Barnes, he
calmly pushed the prongs of  the stunner up under Barnes's scrotum and
squeezed.

The sizzle of burning pubic hair was quickly coupled with a hoarse,
strangled noise coming from the captive's throat.  Urine jetted five feet
across the room as spittle flew vertically from Barnes's wide open
mouth.  As quickly as it happened it was over.  The other guards stood in
stunned silence and then suddenly erupted into howls of laughter at the
new unit's extraordinary performance.

While Barnes remained too stunned to resist, Malloy pushed him down
and  in a flat, emotionless voice,  said, "Cuff him."

While two of the LEA officers held the prisoner down, Sommers and
Shaiman took their cuffs and ratcheted them down around the man's
right wrist and ankle, then passed the free ends over the brackets and
fastened them to the unit's other wrist and ankle.

Having regained his senses and his energy, the new unit began to yell,
yanking vainly against the cuffs in hopes of freeing himself.  His guards
took straps to his exposed body and began to whip him into submission,
striking blow after blow, each of which made me wince in sympathy.  I
could feel it as the straps struck his nipples, belly and genitals, as well as
his legs.  But it was purely physical identification.  How often he'd
inflicted this treatment on others, including Duncan and me?  As far as I
was concerned, Barnes deserved everything he got and then some.  And
it had been I that had helped to bring this about.  For the first time in a
long while, I felt proud of something besides being able to suck and take
a fuck like a pro.  Finally the prisoner's yells turned to cries and then
sobs until he stopped resisting.

"No more, no more, please, please stop," he cried.  "Please!"

Malloy took Barnes's wet face in his hand and spoke sharply to him, his
face just inches from the prisoner's.

"You'd better learn one thing fast and well.  We're in charge here and
you will do what you're told.  There is no way out of here for you!  You
belong to the Authority now.  Do you understand boy?"

"Y-y-yes," the prisoner wept.

The officer slapped his face hard, slamming the other side of his face
against the surface of the table.

"I'm not sure I heard correctly boy.  Do you understand me?" he spat
out.

"Yes sir," Barnes barked.  His body was covered with bright red stripes
marking where he'd been struck and it seemed he was beginning to learn.

Malloy commenced the work of denuding the unit who had, only hours
ago, been one of the most powerful and feared men in the city, if not the
country.  He ran the clippers through his chest hair, sweeping away wide
swaths of dark fur, leaving red tracks from the strapping in his wake.  He
ran the clippers around Barnes's nipples and I saw them shrink in
humiliation.  However, unlike so many units receiving their first
stripping, his cock lay flaccid.  No, Barnes was no closet submissive.
Breaking him would prove a challenge to the skills of the LEA, but I
knew he would be broken.

Malloy finished with his chest and moved down to the fur on his belly,
stripping that away as well.  Then he went to his underarms and trimmed
the hair away from his pits.  He brushed the shorn fur away with his
hands and checked his work.  His next destination was 133's groin.  He
pushed his limp cock out of the way, chuckling as he began on his pubes.

"Most units find this arousing," Malloy said, rolling Barnes's cock
against his abdomen.  "I can see we'll need to train you to respond to a
man's touch, especially when you're not the one calling the shots."

With that, he swung at 133's penis like he was hitting a tennis ball and
the unit's cock smacked down against his hole and sprang back, flopping
on his stomach, causing him to gasp.

Barnes had been fairly hairy so his cock had looked like a dark pole in a
sea of dense, dark fur.  It took Malloy a while to clean away all of the
hair surrounding his dick and balls but finally he was finished.  Then he
lifted his ball sack and trimmed the wiry hair away from it and lastly, ran
the trimmer up the shaft of his penis to clean it.  He switched the clippers
off and took them back to the tray.  Then he picked up some other items
before coming back.

Whitfield took a can of shaving cream and filled his hand with gel, which
he spread over 133's body.  Malloy took a razor and shaved away any
stubble that remained on his pits and chest, belly and groin and finally
his arms and legs.  When he'd finished, Whitfield took a damp towel and
wiped him down to remove any traces of the gel.

Holding the stunner, Malloy nodded to Shaiman and Sommers to uncuff
Barnes.  When he was free, Malloy ordered him to turn over and get on
his hands and knees.  This time the unit complied without resistance.  If
his mind hadn't been broken yet, his body had been and he hadn't the
physical power to resist.

"Now, lower your head to the table so that you can reach back and
spread your butt," he said.  "And remember: if you try anything, you'll
be incapacitated in no time and what happens after that you definitely
won't like.  Now reach back and pull your cheeks apart so we can clean
your crack."

Slowly, the unit complied.  With his forehead resting on the cold metal,
Barnes reached back with both hands and pulled his cheeks apart.  Once
again, I heard the clippers and Malloy sheared the hair that covered
Barnes's' ass crack, anal lips and perineum.  He brushed the hair away
and again applied gel, shaving him smooth and wiping him off with the
towel.  I knew how demeaning it was to have a man wiping your ass.
With most men, only doctors had touched them there before and they
tended not to go to the doctor's because they found the anal exam
embarrassing.  But here he was, kneeling on a table with an LEA officer
wiping his butt after shaving him.

Malloy ordered him to get off the table and when he stood, I gasped
slightly.  While he still was an impressive specimen, the loss of his body
hair greatly reduced him.  His dark cock and balls hung large and limp
and his nipples stood out dark on his chest.  But their nakedness seemed
to invite abuse to be done to them rather than the aura of the abuser that
used to surround him.  He'd fallen far and fast.  And, for the first time, I
saw it reflected in his posture.  His shoulders drooped some and his neck
was now bent, rather than carrying his head at his former arrogant angle.
Yes, he was becoming a unit of the LEA.  Slapping his butt, Malloy
ordered him to go to the seatless toilet nearby.

"Face the toilet and bend over," he ordered.  "Put your hands on the rim
and wait."

"Yes sir," he answered and, for the first time, did as he was told without
protest or resistance.  It amazed me that he had become so compliant.  I
suppose your brain can override an urge to fight when you realize that
fighting is futile.  I looked around and saw the guards wheel an upright
stand over that had a bulging rubber bag hanging from it.  The bag had a
tube coming out the end.  Looking back at Barnes, I saw that he saw it as
well and I could see that he began to shake and turned his head back
toward the wall.  Bent at the waist, resting his hands on the rim, he
waited.  I remembered how it was for me my first time: a cold finger at
the opening of my anus and then inside me; my reflexes trying to push it
back out as I groaned.  I remembered like it was yesterday, but it also
seemed like it was from a distant past.

"Relax boy," Malloy ordered, slapping 133's butt hard.  "This is going to
happen one way or the other.  It'll be easier if you relax and let us do our
job."

"Yes sir," he grunted, and I could see Malloy wriggling his finger inside
the unit.

Malloy removed his finger and almost immediately replaced it with the
nozzle on the end of the tubing.  Then the water began to fill 133's gut.
Malloy stood beside him, squeezing the enema bag and rubbing his belly
as it filled with warm liquid.  He turned his head to the side and I could
see the look of shock and shame on his face and there were tears in his
eyes, but also rage.  He raised his eyes to mine and I knew that, if he'd
been able to free himself at that moment, I'd have been a dead unit.

"That's a good boy," Malloy cooed, massaging his abdomen.

He groaned deeply and I could see his belly swelling with the liquid and
I knew the cramps would have started.  The frequency of his groans
increased, followed by gasps as his body was wracked with his muscles
clenching, trying to expel the fluid.

"That's my boy.  You're doing fine.  It won't be too much longer,"
Malloy said, rubbing his distended belly.

"I need to shit!" 133 gasped.  "I need to shit!"

"Hold on boy," Malloy said, spanking his butt.  "And you're forgetting
yourself boy.  The proper form is 'Please, Sir, I need to shit, Sir!' and
don't you forget it.  The next time you address a superior without the
'sir' you'll truly regret it.  I'd give you a dose of the stunner right now
for that but there'd be shitty water all over the place and you'd be in no
shape to clean up after yourself.  So shut up and remember what you've
become.  Is that clear pig?"

"Yes sir," Barnes barked as Malloy's hand made hard contact with his
butt.

Finally, Malloy pulled the tube out of his rectum.

"Keep those muscles clenched," he warned.  "Don't lose any!"

He helped him turn around and lowered him toward the cold porcelain
rim of the bowl.

"OK, you can let it go," he said.

Before his legs hit the rim, his sphincter had released and his abdominals
began to spasm to expel the liquid.  He moaned and shook as powerful
spurts of dirty water spewed out of his ass, accompanied by the sounds
and smells of wet farting and his deep groans that originated with each
contraction of his belly.

Finally, it was over.  Malloy pulled him to his feet and examined the
water in the bowl, squinching up his nose at the odor.

"Another," was all he said and Barnes groaned, knowing that they would
do this until the water was clean.

Malloy flushed the toilet, turned him around and pushed him down onto
the rim once more.  Whitfield took the bag and filled it again.  Once
more, there was the finger lubing his anus and the hated nozzle invading
his most private orifice.  This time, however, he hung his head between
his bracing arms.  The first enema had taken some of the fight out of
him, along with the shit.  His groans were less intense and he seemed to
be getting more used to the invasion.  When Malloy finally permitted
him to relieve himself, the water seemed reasonably clean.  He looked up
at him hopefully.  Would that be enough?  Malloy pulled him to his feet
and examined the bowl.

"Good," he said, satisfied.  "That's fine.  Alright, bend again and grab
your ankles."

133 did so. Malloy took some paper from a roll and wiped his ass dry
with it.  He flushed from the shame of it.  Everything they did to him
reminded him that he was without status.  Now, he refused to raise his
head to avoid the chance of seeing who else was looking at him as he
was treated to this humiliation.

When he finished wiping him, Malloy took a dollop of lube and pushed it
into his rectum and then slapped his ass again.

"You've done well boy," the officer said, but without kindness or
warmth.  "Now it's time for you to find out what being a new recruit
really means.  Take this unit to the horse."

Shaiman and Sommers, pulling his arms behind his back, cuffed the unit.
They grabbed him by the arms and dragged him to the horse on the other
side of the room.  They pulled him onto it and fastened wide leather
straps across his lower and upper back, pinning him to the apparatus with
his back end hanging off the horse, leaving his cock and balls dangling.
Then Shaiman got an O ring gag and moved to put it on the unit.  When
he clamped his jaws shut, Shaiman sighed wearily and nodded to
Sommers, who took a wide leather belt and began slashing at 133's
exposed ass and cock and balls.  When he opened his mouth in a cry of
pain and surprise, Shaiman quickly pushed the ring in and buckled the
straps behind his head, lodging the gag in place.

"I'm not willing to risk you using the one weapon you have left to do
injury to another unit, so we'll just keep your teeth out of the way for
you," grinned Malloy.

"You two," he said, looking at 059 and me.  "Get over here.  I need you
to initiate this unit into his new status."

This time, we were the ones grinning.  We knew what was expected and
it was a duty we were happy to perform.

"059, it will be your task to fuck the new unit.  035, you will give him his
first lesson in sucking.  Then again, I'm sure he's had plenty of
experience being on the receiving end of that so we'll expect him to
remember what he's enjoyed in the past and give it to you.  If he fails to
get both of you off within 20 minutes, he'll be assigned to remedial.

"And trust me," he said, bending to look into 133's eyes, "remedial isn't
what you want.  The teachers there are really tough!  But you know that
don't you boy?"

For the first time, 133 looked truly frightened.  He nodded vigorously.
Yes, he did know he didn't want to be sent to remedial.  Malloy smirked.

"Nothing quite like having one of these up your ass!" he leered,
brandishing his stunner

The unit was right to be frightened.  I'd known units who'd been through
"remedial", as did the new unit.  He'd probably seen to it that some units
that didn't please him were sent to remedial.  The stunner up the ass
paralyzes the sphincters so that they constantly had shit leaking and
dribbling down their legs.  My guess was, from the look on his face that
this unit had tried this out on other hapless units in the past and knew
quite well what the effects were.  The problem is, once a unit's no longer
good for fucking because he can't tighten his anus, his only other use is
sucking and if he isn't good at that... well, the less said, the better.
Sometimes these sociologically former men were turned into physically
former men through the removal of their testicles and penises.  These
units usually found some way to end their lives, rather than live as
neuters.

Barnes again shook his head side to side.  Losing his genitals was the last
thing he wanted.  He would cooperate and do as he was ordered.  Duncan
got behind him and stroked himself to an erection.  Then, grabbing 133's
hips, he plunged into the darkness and heat in one stroke.  Barnes howled
in pain and in that moment, I plugged his mouth with my cock.  Duncan
and I went to it with abandon, thrilled with the opportunity to return what
both of us had received from this brute.  In all likelihood, he would never
have another chance to brutalize anyone again.  As we fucked him, we
kept up a running litany of what a nothing he now was: cunt, pussy, ass-
slime, shithead, piss drinker, cock-sucker.  The anger was still in his eyes
but resignation was beginning to crowd it out.  With each stroke, front
and rear, his resistance was being worn down and we both received a
sense of strength, knowing that this sadist was being reduced to a sex
slave.

Our excitement rose as he worked to satisfy his initiators before the
allotted twenty minutes were up.  He clenched his ass (I could see his
glutes working) and worked his tongue and throat against my cock.
Seeing him working to serve for the first time in his life took me higher
and higher.  I saw Duncan's wonderful cock pistoning in and out of
133's ass and watched his belly quake as he thrust into the unit's hole
repeatedly.  Then, my eyes traveled upward and met Duncan's as we
fucked and insulted 133.  In his eyes, I saw a look of horror and realized
it must have been mirrored in my own: the monster that had been in
Barnes had transmuted itself into us.  We had become him.  We were
behaving like sadistic fuckers just as he had when he'd been free to do
so.  The surprise and horror stopped the words in our mouths and we
looked away from one another in shame.  We continued to fuck in
silence broken only by the sounds of 133's sucking lips and tongue and
the sounds of flesh slamming into flesh from his backside.

Finally, we each, in turn, came in his orifices.  Then we pulled out and
pissed on him: I in his face and on his head, Duncan on his back.  It was
no longer an act of triumph or vengeance, but one of requirement: this
was necessary to pull him into the orbit of the LEA and utterly break his
spirit.  As I sprayed him, I ordered him to swallow what he could, but he
couldn't keep up.  Piss ran into his defeated eyes, down his cheeks and
into his mouth as he gulped it.  What he couldn't swallow dripped down
his chin and onto the floor.

"Eighteen minutes.  Not bad.  Looks like he'll be spared remedial for
now.  Take him to the cell block," Malloy ordered.  "Let the piss dry on
him as a reminder of his status.  We'll meet you on the floor."

"Yes sir," we answered in concert.

We took him off the horse and hauled him upstairs to the floor at the
base of the cell block.  There was no more fight in him by now.  When
we arrived, many of the units were gathered along the walkways
overlooking the floor.

"Word has preceded you, boy," I said, pulling 133's cuffed hands further
up his back, forcing a grunt from him.  "Seems like your reputation has
preceded you too.  You may find things here a bit more challenging than
your previous life."  I laughed.  For once, the LEA was "taking care" of
someone who truly deserved it.

Then I saw it and I whistled low.  "This will take care of any fight that's
left in you boy.  I don't know how long it'll take, but the stocks will take
all the shit out of you and leave you crying."

There, against the wall, was a set of stocks: the same device I'd been
subjected to for a brief time that seemed all too long when I'd first been
taken into custody; the device to which, and in which, all new recruits
are  subjected.  The Authority uses the stocks to complete the breaking of
men into units ready and willing to be dominated by free men.

It was a box-like structure, which was about seven feet tall, four feet
wide and four feet deep.  There was the familiar outline of a human body
and the pieces for locking the unit into place.  Shaiman and Sommers
pushed 133 into the box and forced him up onto the platform.  Then they
adjusted the height on the neckpiece, and, uncuffing his hands, placed his
wrists in the appropriate indentations before locking the frontpiece in
place.  He tried meagerly to resist them but, with his hands and neck
enclosed in the top part of the stocks, there was nothing he could do to
avoid his fate: his conversion into an obedient, subservient unit of the
LEA.  Tears sprang to his eyes as the realization sank into him that this
would, indeed, be his destiny.  He might have once been a captain of
industry; a user and abuser of men, but those days were over.  He was
being turned into a slave of the state and he knew that, when his
conversion was completed, he would only be able to obey his superiors,
which included just about everyone, including more senior units such as
Duncan and me.

The next step was to place his legs in the lower stocks.  Shaiman and
Sommers roughly pulled his legs apart and fit them into the indentations
for the ankles.  Then they swung the opposing half to meet its mate,
allowing the officers to immobilize the unit's lower body.  They took
another plank with a single small hole in its center and latched to the
front of the box, adjusting it so that it was the same height as 133's
genitals.  Then Sommers pulled his hips forward until they touched the
plank and lifted his cock and balls into the indentation before closing the
top half and latching it down.  He was now in stocks on top, middle and
bottom.  It was easy to see he was uncomfortable; those of us who'd
experienced the stocks, and that was every one of us, knew he was
uncomfortable and they hadn't started with the electrical stimulation.

Malloy grabbed a sealed plastic envelope, which he opened and pulled
out the electrical accoutrements.  There was a metal butt plug, a sound, a
collar and alligator clamps.  First, he greased the butt plug and held it up
for the new unit's inspection.  The unit's eyes grew wide, knowing where
it was intended to go.  Truth be told, it was a good-sized butt plug for a
virgin hole and 133 looked appropriately distressed.  Malloy reached
between 133's legs and pushed the plug in.  He wasn't gentle about it
and 133 grunted and moaned with pain.  Then Malloy attached the
clamps to 133's virgin tits, causing the unit to hiss as the teeth bit into his
tender flesh.  Then he applied some jelly to the sound and lifted 133's
sizable cock.  He squeezed the tip to dilate the slit and inserted the sound,
pushing slowly but steadily.  Holding the unit's dick in the palm of his
hand, he inserted the sound inch by inch.  When it was in far enough, he
produced a smaller collar, which he slid over the end of the sound,
sliding it down until it touched the unit's dick.  He wrapped the sides of
the collar around his corona and snapped it closed, locking the sound in
so that it wouldn't be accidentally expelled.  Then he snapped the
flexible collar around his cock and balls.  He clipped a wire onto the end
of the sound, attached the leads coming from his ass, penis, groin and tits
to the electrical box and keyed in some instructions.  He placed a
blindfold over the unit's eyes, buckling it behind his head and lastly,
pulling his mouth open, place a penis gag between his teeth, again,
buckling the strap behind his head.

"Units of the Labor Enforcement Authority!" Malloy shouted to the units
in the cell-block, "you see here a new unit who has been brought down.
He sought to deceive and steal from the Authority and, as a result, has
been taken under care of the Authority to teach him the error of his ways.
He will remain here in the stocks for the next 18 hours as the next step in
his conversion into a unit of the LEA.  Once he is released from the
stocks, he will be subject to lessons from all of you in how a unit
properly conducts himself."

Malloy flipped the switch and the first jolt hit him.  He screamed around
the gag as it passed through his penis and up his spine.  Spit bubbles
were popping around the gag as he strained to breathe and scream,
almost simultaneously.  You could almost see the wave of electricity
flowing upwards into his brain.  His pelvis jerked, yanking his genitals
against their imprisoning stocks and turning his scream to a groan.  Then
another to both his tits, making his chest spasm as it sought to pull away
from the pain.  He gasped for breath, trying to fight off the nausea when
a jolt shot into his groin from the collar encircling his genitals.  Once
more he tried to pull away and found that caused another kind of pain, as
though his sex organs would be ripped off his body.  Tears sprang to his
eyes and began to stream down his cheeks.  Almost before he could
breathe, the current coursed through the butt plug into his rectum,
causing him to spasm again as his body sought escape from its torture.

You could see him fight to control his reactions, to get control over his
breathing and maintain his sanity.  The problem was that the electrical
stimulation seemed random.  Sometimes all points, sometimes this one,
sometimes that one.  One level of current, followed by a different level
the next time.  Sometimes pleasure; sometimes pain.  The randomness
made it difficult for him to prepare himself and control his body's
responses.  Sometimes he was moaning in arousal; sometimes in pain
and terror.  Each surge of current flashed in his brain like a lightning bolt
and reverberated inside his skull.  Soon he was exhausted and gave up
fighting it.  The jolts continued to pass through him and he surrendered
to the pain, becoming a weeping, groaning, jerking mass of flesh as each
of us had done in our turn in the stocks.

I was enthralled watching this man who had been the bane of my
existence and who, possibly, had brought about my own arrest and
humiliation.  My sense of revulsion that any human being should be
treated this way was mixed with an equal sense of delight in my revenge:
if anyone deserved it, he did.  Then, I felt Duncan next to me and looked
into his eyes.  What if I'd never been taken under care?  What if I'd
never met Duncan?  Was my previous life any better than what I had
now?  At least, I'd learned about love...  I could no longer imagine life
without him, even in these constrained, controlled circumstances.

"035!  The Administrator wants to see you.  Get to his office now and
don't keep him waiting!"  Officer Malloy was looking at me, not without
kindness.

"Yes sir," I answered and high-tailed it up to my Administrator's office.

I knocked on the door and he told me to come in.  I entered and stood in
presentation stance, hands behind head, feet spread to expose my genitals
and pelvis with my chest thrust forward.

"At ease 035," he said, looking up from his papers.

I assumed the appropriate position, hands behind my back, head down
but still with pelvis and chest pushed forward.

My Administrator got up from his chair and came around to sit on the
edge of his desk.

"I'm wondering, 035, whether you might know something about an e-
mail?"

"An e-mail sir?  Why would I know about an e-mail?" I asked nervously
but trying to sound innocent.  I didn't know where this was leading and
needed to keep my wits about me.

"As you're well aware, the LEA arrested the former William Barnes
today and is in the process of converting him to be a unit.  He was
arrested as the result of an e-mail exposing certain financial improprieties
that were taking place under his direction.  The LEA has seized his
assets, which amounts to around $30 billion.  That's billion with a 'b'.
You may not realize this, but a windfall of this size is most welcomed by
the Authority.  The Authority would like to reward the whistle-blower
and we thought you might have some idea of who that person is, since
you were working inside Barnes Industries at the time.  Any ideas?"

I pondered this a moment.  Reward?  What sort of reward might that be?
Perhaps...

"Are you referring to an e-mail outlining Mr. Barnes's plans for shifting
funds to an untraceable account and providing an account trail?  It might
have begun 'I'm writing to inform you of some financial transactions of
which you may not be aware.'  Is that the sort of e-mail you're referring
to?"

My Administrator's eyebrows lifted slightly and the corners of his mouth
turned up.

"Possibly," he stated, deadpan.

"I might be aware of such an e-mail." I paused.  "Might I ask, sir?"

"Yes 035?"

"What might be the nature of the reward the Authority would consider
offering?"  I swallowed hard and felt a twinge of anxiety right at the base
of my scrotum.

My Administrator paused.

"I've been authorized to offer the responsible party half a million dollars;
a small fraction of the assets confiscated by the Authority.  And a pass to
whatever destination that party may desire."

Now I really swallowed hard.  A free pass?

"Would that mean emancipation sir?  I mean if the party is a unit under
care of the Authority?"

He looked at me levelly.

"It would."

I flushed from the tips of my toes to my head.  Sweat ran down my
forehead and chest.

"Sir, I can't believe it.  A pass to any destination?  Freedom?"

"Yes 035, freedom."

I stepped forward and fell to my knees to kiss his feet.

"Thank you sir, thank you.  I can't believe it.  That's not why I did it."

"And why did you do it?" he asked coolly.

I gulped.  How could I tell him?  Or did he already know?  What would
happen to Duncan?

"Sir," I croaked.  "I did it because he hurt 112115-059 so badly.  I was
afraid he was going to bleed to death.  I swore to myself I'd pay him
back for hurting him that way.  I wasn't expecting to be rewarded, let
alone released."

He placed his hand on my head and then took my arm and lifted me to
my feet.

"You're a free man now Mr. Swainton.  You are eligible for immediate
release on my authorization."

"But sir?" I hesitated.

"Yes?"

"What about 059?  What's to become of him?"

"He has five years left on his sentence before he's eligible for release.
He will have to stay."

Tears welled up in my eyes.  "Stay?  I can't leave him here.  I can't."

"That's a choice you can make.  If you wish to renounce your
emancipation, you may do so.  I can have the proper papers drawn up.  Is
that what you really want?"

I thought long and hard about it.

"Sir?" I ventured, raising my eyes...


Executive Slave -- Chapter 42

I returned to the cellblock.  Duncan was there in his cell waiting for me.
I took his hand and he drew me in.  We slept together that night, spooned
as we had the first night.  He fucked me tenderly and I was so grateful to
have him in me again.

The next morning, we looked down and saw the unit, 133, slumped in the
stocks.  His moans were ragged and his breathing rough.  At noon, the
officers released him and he collapsed.  Then, as Malloy stood in front of
him, he got to his hands and knees and crawled to Malloy to kiss his
shoes.  Malloy opened his fly and took out his cock and 133 opened his
mouth to receive it, murmuring his thank you sirs.  Now that he'd been
broken he would undergo training to become a capable unit, ready to be
fucked and to suck.  Ready to give men pleasure, rather than pain.

# # #

Epilogue:

I'm bound to a horse with my nether regions hanging off the end.  My
cock and balls are stretched and my ass is filled with his cock.  He is
spanking my butt, making me groan and whimper in pleasure while he
pulls on the chain clutched in his teeth that's attached to the clamps on
my nipples.  My sphincter contracts with each blow, squeezing his cock
and increasing the heat in my anus.  He comes with a shout and collapses
on my back, breathing hard.

I crane my head around to kiss him.  I needed this so badly.  One of the
important things I've learned from the LEA is that I love being abused.


"Thanks Duncan, that was wonderful," I sigh.

He pulls out of me and releases my bonds.

"OK, Cliff, now it's my turn," he says, slapping my butt again.

And how did this happen, you might ask?  Well, I asked my
Administrator if it was legal for a free man to purchase the remainder of
a unit's sentence.  The answer was yes.

At first, Duncan objected but when I explained that the only reason I had
the money was because of my love for him and that if he refused me, I'd
just as soon remain at the Center, he saw the light.  So for $100 thousand
I emancipated Duncan.  We journeyed northeast to the Maine Freestate
and opened a restaurant that only serves breakfast and lunch so we have
afternoons and evenings to ourselves.  Now we can live together without
fear of discovery or reprisal.  Duncan spends his early mornings keeping
in shape by kneading the bread we serve and I keep the heat up by
working behind the grill.

So if on some warm summer night you find yourself strolling though a
pleasant Maine village and hear, through an open basement window the
faint hiss of a whip or an echoing moan, you'll know that two former
units are sharing a happiness and fulfillment that was the unintended gift
of the Authority.

Finis