Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2003 18:05:40 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Executive Slave - Part 4

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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
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And be sure that you practice safer sex.  Don't become another statistic in
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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:

I fought to control my reactions, to get control over my breathing and
maintain my sanity.  The problem was that the electrical stimulation seemed
to be random.  Sometimes all points, sometimes this one, sometimes that one.
  One level of current, followed by a different level the next time.  The
randomness made it difficult to prepare myself and control my body's
responses.  Each surge of current flashed in my brain like a lightning bold
and reverberated inside my skull.  Soon I was exhausted and gave up fighting
it.  The jolts continued to pass through me and I surrendered to the pain,
becoming a weeping, groaning, jerking mass of flesh like those units
similarly imprisoned beside me.  I understood the terror of the stocks.  God
help me!  If I survived this I'd do anything not to come back here again.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 12

I was in hell; I knew it.  At least if I'd believed in hell, this was what
it must be like.  Weeping, gnashing my teeth (or I would have if it hadn't
been for the bit between my teeth), jerking spasmodically as the electric
currents attacked my body, making me pull painfully on my genitals or
choking me as I sought to relieve the pressure on my cock and balls.  How
long it went on, I don't know.  Like my fellow units, I became lost in my
own tortured universe.  I was aware of their cries and moans that echoed
mine but they only added to the torment by making me realize that others
were in as much agony as I was.  I was weak with exhaustion though
periodically Liebnicz (or I assume it was Liebnicz) came and shoved the
nipple of a water bottle through my bit and forced me to drink.  The fact
that my urethra was filled with the sound and I was unable to empty my
bladder must have been part of the torture for after a while, my bladder
felt as though it would burst.  Some of the fluid was released in my sweat
but not enough to relieve my bulging bladder.

I'd been hanging there a while when 073's cries and moans went silent.  I
figured he must have passed out because soon, Liebnicz was at his cubicle
reviving him.  Soon after, the sounds of his agony returned.  How cruel!  To
find escape in unconsciousness only to be forced back to awareness so that
the torture could continue.

I was beginning to think I might be losing my mind when suddenly, the
current stopped.  I felt hands on my body, first releasing my genitals from
their stocks.  Then my feet were freed and finally my arms and neck.
Immediately, I collapsed to the floor but was caught in someone's strong
arms.  I could tell from the way the arms felt that was 059 who held me up.

"It's OK boy.  It's over.  You're finished," he whispered, stroking my face
and soothing the abrasions around my neck where I'd yanked against the
imprisoning stocks.

Liebnicz grasped my sore cock and pulled the sound from it.  I started to
cry out, feeling my piss flooding out to find its release.  But he must have
done this enough to know and had a bottle at the ready, which he placed the
end of my cock in to permit me to urinate.  My relief was immense.  059
removed the blindfold from my eyes and I squinted in the light, even though
the room was dimly lit.  Having spent several hours in complete blackness,
my eyes must have been quite dilated.  Leibnicz took the bit from my mouth
and I flexed my jaw in relief.

"Thank you sir," I said, truly grateful to get that thing out of my mouth.

059 removed the clamps from my tits and bent to kiss them, soothing some of
the pain away with his tongue and lips.  I placed my hands on his head, so
grateful for the small comfort he was giving me.  He lifted away from my
chest and helped me to my feet.

"C'mon boy.  Let's go to the showers.  You'll need some food and then it'll
be bed for you."

"Wait a minute," Liebnicz said, pointing at my Manguard and nipple cones.

I groaned at the idea of have to wear those cones when my tits were all
chewed up from the teeth of the clamps but I knew there was no use
objecting.  Liebnicz coated the insides of the cups and my swollen nipples
with the joining compound in the tube and affixed them to my nips.  Then he
pulled my dick through the Manguard and buckled it on.

"Now you can go," he said.  "I hope you don't have to make another trip to
see me."

"Yes Sir," I answered as emphatically as I could.  I certainly agreed with
him.

059 helped me along the corridors as we went back upstairs to the floor
where the cellblock was located.  He explained some of what I'd been
through.

"You made a mistake today.  You should be glad you got away with a lenient
sentence.  Most new units are subjected to the stocks whether they're guilty
of a major infraction or not.  It's a teaching tool to let you know what the
Authority can subject you to if you screw up.  073 has been a problem from
the beginning and his Administrator decided that the stocks were the only
way to break him.  When he's finished, there won't be anything left to fight
with.  He'll be as docile as a kitten.  Then his Administrator can train him
to do the things a unit needs to do.  Even though you bit your
Administrator, he realized you were tired and he gave you a short
introduction."

"God," I groaned.  "If that was an introduction, I don't want to get to know
it well."

"No you don't," 059 agreed.  "I've seen very strong men reduced to mindless
nothings in the stocks.  You're a tender person and you might not have
lasted through an extended session."

I leaned against 059's strong body.

"Thank you," I said.

"For what?" he asked.

"For taking care of me.  I'm so glad I have you."  I lifted my head and
smiled at him.

He looked down at me and smiled too, his eyes sparkling.  He squeezed me
close to him and his mouth started to open but then he stopped and blushed.

"This way," he said a little shakily, turning me down another corridor.

We showered, 059 washing my ravaged body gently, taking special care with
the abrasions on my neck and behind my cock and balls.  He dried me and led
me back to our cell.  The external working units were just arriving and
beginning their evening processing to return them to Center resident status,
shedding their clothes and presenting themselves for inspection.  Dinner was
delivered and all units tucked into their food.  I was almost too tired to
eat though.  059 coaxed me, holding pieces of food up to my mouth.

"Come on my boy.  You need to eat," he said, pushing the food against my
lips.  "You have to keep your strength up.  You're going to have another day
with your Administrator tomorrow and you don't want to be less than your
best.  If he sends you back to the stocks again, you might not survive.
Come on."

Realizing that the alternative might lead to recycling, I concentrated on
getting my dinner down before I passed out.  I'd just finished the last bit
and fell asleep in my mentor's arms.  I awoke during the night and for
several moments was unsure of where I was.  There was an arm across my
chest, holding me down and I started to struggle to get loose.  Then I
grabbed the arm and realized it was 059's.  It was my mentor.  I wasn't a
free man; I was a unit under the care of the LEA.  I was a slave in my own
country because I'd tried to defy the Authority.  Tears came to my eyes and
I clutched at my mentor's arm.  He was warm and solid.  I cried quietly,
shaking some and holding his arm.  His penis between my legs stirred and
began to lengthen and stiffen, reaching into my anus.  His arm tightened
around me and pulled my body closer to his.

"It's alright boy; I'm here," he said.  "I'll take care of you.  Don't cry.
You'll be alright."

"Thank you," I said softly and snuggled against him.  I felt the warmth of
his chest hair against my back and the mounds of his pecs with their points
poking into my shoulder blades.  If I had to be here; I was glad I was with
him.  Once again, I fell asleep, cuddled in his arms like a lover.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 13

I spent the next several days in training under my Administrator's desk.  He
taught me techniques in pleasuring a man and worked my nipples at various
times during the day.  By the end of my first week under care, my nipples
were larger and rougher, becoming more like 059's, albeit not so large.  059
told me that when they'd gotten large enough, I'd get my Humalon implants to
permanently expand and lengthen them.  I'd taken to noticing other units'
chests in the showers and cells and noted that the units who'd been under
care for a longer period all had nipples that jutted at least 3/8 of an inch
from their aureoles.  Some protruded as much as half an inch.

After a week, my Administrator had me stand in position before climbing into
my cubbyhole under his desk.  He produced some sort of hand-held pump with
which he applied clear tubes to my nipples.  My cones were pulled into the
tubes, expanding to at least half and inch long.  Looking down at my swollen
tits made my penis surge inside my Manguard.  I realized that the idea that
I was going to have large nipples like other units had become arousing to
me.  Something was happening in my mind: I was becoming bent.

"This is the next step.  I like the way these are growing.  We should be
ready for your implants by the end of next week," he said, looking down at
my suctioned tits.

"You've been here a week 035?" my Administrator asked after he'd put the
pump back in his desk.

"Yes sir," I answered.  "One week today."

"And you're learning the rules from your mentor?"

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir.  He's most helpful."

"Good.  That's what I'd expect of a unit with his experience.  And you
haven't had an emission since you arrived?"

"Sir?  An emission?"

"You haven't come?"

"No sir, not since my first day when I was initiated."

"I see.  Well I think we need to care for that.  It's time you were milked.
I'll mention it to 059 and we'll get you milked this afternoon.  I'm very
pleased with your progress 035 and it shouldn't be too long till you're
joining the external working units on assignment.  In spite of the episode
that forced me to send you to the stocks, you've done very well.  I also
trust that your time in the stocks helped convince you of the importance of
docility."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," I answered, looking at the floor as I remembered
my time down there.  I most assuredly did not want to go back and could see
why the unit had behaved so badly my first night here when the guard sent
him down.

"Alright 035, get to your position.  You know the routine.  Show me whether
you're ready for the next stage in your training."

I demonstrated all my techniques according to his instructions.  It's
important to realize that a unit's job isn't just to get a man off.  That
may be the ultimate goal but a man brings in a unit for the entire day, as
my Administrator was teaching me, and the unit's purpose was to keep the
man's penis and balls warm and aroused for an extended period without
necessarily getting him off.  Everything had to be done according to the
wishes of the man the unit was serving.  Most clients were executives who
enjoyed not only having their penises in a warm, wet mouth but also enjoyed
the sense of domination they got when a unit submitted to their every whim.
If a client asked a unit to crawl naked across the floor of his office, the
unit would do so.  If a client needed to piss in his unit's mouth, the unit
would serve as toilet.  If a client wanted a unit to fuck himself on the toe
of the client's shoe, the unit would mount the shoe.  Ours was not to
question our clients; ours was to give them what they wanted.

I was singing around my Administrator's dick when he ordered me to stop.

"I need to piss," he said.  "You know what to do."

I did know and I did it.  I pulled back slightly on his tumescent cock and
opened my throat as the warm stream started.  I swallowed large gulps as
rapidly as I could so as not to get behind.  It was essential when doing
urinal duty, to keep up because the unit didn't want to have the piss
leaking out of his mouth and wetting the client's trousers.  That could
possibly lead to recycling but almost assuredly would lead to a time in the
stocks.  I was becoming pretty proficient at urinal duty, my secret being to
learn to enjoy the flavor and temperature and to focus on the flesh in my
mouth rather than on my stomach.  That way I could continue swallowing as
long as the stream continued.  I'd learned that a bladder can't possibly
hold more than a stomach so I just needed to overcome the illusion that my
stomach would fill up while my client peed in my mouth.  I'd also learned
that a unit should start swallowing as soon as he feels the piss entering
the urethra so that the action has already commenced by the time the urine
reaches the unit's mouth.

When my Administrator was finished, I sucked his tube dry and awaited his
next order.

"Come out from under the desk 035.  I want to test your looseness," he said
casually.

I climbed out and assumed the appropriate position on my knees.

"Get up and lean across my desk on your belly."

I did as he ordered.

"Now reach back and pull your ass open."

Again, I followed his orders, reaching back and pulling my ass cheeks apart.
  Then I felt the tip of his cock at my hole.  He slid his head inside my
sphincter and I clutched at it, humming my pleasure.  My nights with 059
inside me had taught my hole the wondrousness of being filled by a man.  I
felt him entering inch by inch and soon felt his pubes against my butt.

"Very good," he said, stroking my round globes.  "You've done very well.
I'm quite pleased."

"Thank you sir," I gasped, pleased that he was pleased; pleased to have him
in me, filling the emptiness.

He gripped my hips and began to thrust while my fingers curled with the
delight of being used, digging into my own buttocks.

"I'm going to finish," he said.  "I'll let you go for a milking this
afternoon."

His movements sped up and he was digging his fingers into my hip bones as he
slammed me against his desk.  My voice rose in an extended groan that was
punctuated by grunts with each of his thrusts into my fuck chute.  I thought
he was almost there when he stopped and pulled out.

"Turn over and lie on your back boy," he ordered.

I lay across his desk, positioning myself so that my butt was at the edge of
the work surface.

"Lift your legs."

I grabbed my calves and pulled my legs up to expose my hole whereupon he
held his dick against my juicy cunt and slid in once again.  Then he began
to fuck me with abandon.  As he fucked, he told me that I belonged to the
Authority, that I was a fuck slave for free men and that I had no purpose
but to be fucked and give men pleasure.  It was an Authority official's
version of trash talking.  I answered everything he said to me with a "Yes
sir" because I knew it was true and it made me feel good to acknowledge it
while he possessed me and fucked my ass.  I was a cunt slave boy and would
be for the rest of my life.

My Administrator's thrusts quickly became rapid and then spastic as he was
seized by the throes of orgasm.  He shouted and went rigid as his cock
spilled its seed into my gut.  Then he partially collapsed on top of me,
breathing rapidly as he came down.

"Thank you sir," I murmured and found my hands on his head, my fingers
running through his hair.

I realized he hadn't given me permission to touch him but I quickly weighed
the wisdom of withdrawing my hands in the possible impression that I found
him repulsive, which was far from the truth.  In fact, I'd become quite
attached to him even though he'd sent me to the stocks.  As I thought about
it afterwards, I realized that he'd done it for my own good, only wanting me
to be the best unit I could be.  That hard lesson might serve to save me
from recycling in the future so I had to be grateful for it.  Thus I left my
hands on his head, stroking his hair and thanking him for his gift to me.

After a couple of minutes, he straightened up and pulled himself out of my
ass.

"That was quite fine 035.  Now clean me and then it will be time for my
lunch."

I climbed off his desk, taking care to keep my sphincter clenched so as not
to leak his sperm on the floor.  I crawled to him and took his deflating
penis in my mouth, licking the jism and mucus off of it and sucking the
remaining ejaculate out of his piss channel.  Then I sat back on my heels.

"Thank you sir," I said, lowering my head.  "Thank you for your gift."

"You're welcome boy," he said, placing his hand on my head.

I felt the warmth of his touch and his blessing on me and I flushed a deep
red.  He picked up his phone and keyed an extension.

"This is Curtis.  Send 101818-059 up to my office to pick up his trainee.
The boy needs a milking," he said and hung up.

He turned to me and took my nipples in his hands.

"These are coming along so well," he said, twisting them and making me groan
with mixed pleasure and pain.  "I can't wait to see them with the implants.
But I'll be patient.  The time will come."

Shivers were running up and down my spine and my legs were trembling as he
worked my tits.  Like him, I couldn't wait to see what they were like when
I'd been given my implants.  My perceptions were being altered to the point
that I thought a man without big, long nipples looked immature, regardless
of the status of his body hair and his apparent age.  We novices were easy
to spot because of our shaved bodies and the smallness of our points.  I
realized that my own nipples were now much larger than they had been when I
was first taken under care.  Then, they had been flat, boyish coins on my
chest.  Now they stood erect and available for a man's use.  I liked my new
profile.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 14

059 knocked and entered my Administrator's office.

"Take 035 down for a milking.  He's been here a week and needs to be kept in
good condition.  I'd say give him a forty-five.  Then he can spend the rest
of the day with you.  A little practice on his anal muscle control would be
a profitable use of both your time," my Administrator instructed.

"Yes sir, thank you sir," 059 answered and took my arm.

"Thank you sir," I said and we turned to leave his office.

"Oh, 059!" the Administrator called after us.

"Yes sir," 059 answered, turning back.

"How long since you've been milked?"

My mentor hesitated.  "About nine days sir," he finally said.

"Obviously an oversight.  Tell the attendant that you should be milked as
well.  Make it an hour and a half."

059 swallowed hard.  "Yes sir," he said hoarsely and we walked out of my
Administrator's office.

"Sir?" I asked 059 quietly as we walked down the stairs.

"Yes boy," he answered.

"What's a milking like?  Is it what I think it is?"

He looked at me and smiled grimly

"It is and it isn't.  It's more.  Probably more than you'll want.  The idea
is two-fold.  The first is to maintain each unit's prostate health.  Regular
orgasms are part of that.  Doctors have known for decades that a male needs
to come to avoid prostate problems.  The second part is to reinforce for you
that your body is not your own.  You will take no active part in your
milking.  Your semen will be taken in a manner that suits the Authority's
needs.  That's the more difficult part.  When men masturbate, they don't
take to long to come, once they get started.  When you're milked... well,
you'll see.  Anyway, the milk is then sold to individuals or clubs that
enjoy drinking cum-based concoctions.  This way," he said, directing me down
a hallway near the cellblock.

We walked into a large room that was covered with white tiles, floor, walls
and ceiling.  There were stations around the walls, each identifiable by the
outline of a spread-eagled man traced on the wall in smaller tiles.  Some of
the stations were in use with men pinned to the wall and hoses protruding
from their groins.  I couldn't take my eyes off them.  059 spoke to the
officer in charge and then directed me to an empty station in the corner.

"Back against the wall," the officer said.  "Spread arms and legs to match
the outline."

As I complied, 059 was doing the same at the station on the other wall of
the corner to my right.  When we were in position, brackets slid out of the
wall and looped over our wrists and ankles, locking us in place.  I flashed
back on the stocks and struggled to get free.

"No, no, no," I cried.  "Please don't do this!"

"035!" 059 said sharply.  "Calm down.  Be still; this is not punishment.
You'll be fine.  I'm right here beside you.  Now settle down."

I took a deep breath, struggling to control my limbs and the sense of panic
I felt when the brackets locked me against the wall.  An armature rose from
the floor in front of me with a round, tube-like apparatus on the end of it.
  The armature rose until the apparatus was directly in front of my groin.
Then the officer came and removed my Manguard.  My cock was semi-erect but
apparently not ready to be milked.  The guard pulled suction tubes from the
wall on either side of my body and attached them to my nipples.  Then he
pressed a button and the suction devices began working on my nipples,
sucking and "chewing" on them with some sort of mechanism inside the tubes
as my cock began to rise in response to the stimulation.  I watched him
perform the same procedure on 059 since he was also not yet adequately
aroused.  Actually, it helped me to watch him.  I watched his masculine body
respond to the stimulation and saw the looks of pleasure and arousal that
crossed his face and I began to get even harder.  I watched his penis fill
and lengthen, growing long and thick,  dark with blood, and remembered it
filling me and I began to moan in need.

After several minutes of this, the attending officer came back to me and
held my cock while he maneuvered the apparatus into place, inserting my hard
dick into it and flipping a button.  As the sensations began to hit me, I
watched him put 059 into his device and could see my own responses mirrored
in his face.  The feeling was incredible: suction, massage, tickling and
pulling all at the same time.  Then the stimulations alternated in random
order.  It was almost too much.  I began to pant and moan.  Oh was I ever
ready!  After all, it had been a week!  Let me come.  Please let me come.
But just as my cock began to throb and my hips to jerk, the stimulation
stopped.  Something inside the apparatus clamped down on the tip of my cock
head, pulling me abruptly back from the brink.  I groaned and sagged against
my bindings.  Then, as my cock began to relax, it started again, this time
adding nipple stimulation.  Sucking, massaging, pulling, tickling, chewing.
Sensation on top of sensation.  Once again, I moved up the hill and toward
the brink.  I panted, I moaned, I jerked, I throbbed and the clamp pressed
into me, pulling me back from the edge.

Before the next round of stimulation began, I felt something extend from the
wall behind me and press against my anus.  It began vibrating and pressing
into my puckered bud as the stimulation to my penis and nipples was renewed.
  I glanced at the clock and saw that only fifteen minutes had gone by since
my milking had begun.  Now I understood 059's lack of enthusiasm about this.
  It wasn't at all like jerking off and coming whenever you were primed.
This was intended to reinforce the Authority's domination of the unit; to
let him know that he had no control in this environment and that sex was not
for a unit's enjoyment.  Already my balls and cock were beginning to ache
and I still had half and hour to go.  I looked at 059 and saw beads of sweat
on his brow and the tension reflected in his bulging muscles.  Obviously,
this was something a unit didn't get used to.  It would always be an
exquisite form of torment.

The moaning from the units was a sound of anguished arousal.  It was a
primal mixture of pleasure and pain.  When a unit had finished his
"sentence" and was allowed to come, his roar was like that of an animal that
has been wounded and ejaculated at the same time.  I lost count of the
number of times I was brought to the edge and denied.  My penis hurt as
though it had a heavy weight hanging from it while it tried to flex.  I just
wanted it to be over.

Finally, my time was up and, rather than pulling me back, the apparatus took
me all the way and over the edge.  A pained, ecstatic shout erupted from my
mouth as hot semen shot from my piss slit and into the apparatus.  I could
see the jism being pumped out through the tube to a destination I didn't
know.  What they did with it after they'd pulled it from my body was beyond
me, but I really didn't care.  I hung there, my body sagging after releasing
all the tension that had built up during the preceding forty-five minutes,
my breath coming in ragged gasps.  I did have to admit to myself that it was
unlike any orgasm I'd had before.  Sex with my wife had always been
perfunctory and "professional".  We never rutted like animals in heat.
Being teased along for this extended period had raised my arousal level to
previously unknown heights.  Then, immediately after coming down, I realized
that my cock still hurt badly and that the pain would probably not go away
until I'd enjoyed the healing power of sleep.

The officer in charge came over and removed the apparatus from my penis.
There was a small vacuum hose on the side, which he used to suck the
residual cum from my piss slit and then he walked away, leaving me hanging
there.  Other units had been released as their milking was completed; why
was I still pinned to the wall?  Then I realized that I was a novice unit
under the mentorship of 059 and couldn't leave without him so the officer
had chosen to leave me where I was while 059's milking was completed.  I
didn't have anything else to do so I might as well stand there spread-eagled
against the wall.  With my own milking completed, I could better observe
what 059 was going through.  Waves of agony and arousal passed over his face
as he was repeatedly taken to the edge and pulled back.  I knew how his cock
felt, having been subjected to the same torture myself and my own dick ached
in sympathy.  The sweat was pouring off of him, slicking down the hair on
his body and making him shine like some sort of polished stone statue, which
he could have passed for except for the movements of his body as his hips
would begin to spasm and then the groaning tension as the end of his penis
was pinched to jerk him back from the edge.  He would sag against his bonds,
only to be pulled up again and carried to the precipice.

"The edging increases output," the officer said, startling me.  I had
realized he was standing there beside me, watching 059.

"Sir," I asked.

"By taking a unit so close and pulling him back so many times, the output of
the prostate is increased, giving us better return.  We also find that the
flavor is better because hormones become more concentrated," the guard said,
absent-mindedly stroking his own crotch.

"What's the usual time a unit spends being milked?" I asked, figuring that
as long as the officer was in a talkative mood, I might as well get more
information.

"Oh forty-five minutes is fairly usual.  An hour or more is for those who've
gone a little too long without milking.  See, a unit is expected to keep
track of his milkings and let his in-charge know when it's time.  However,
some conveniently forget.  I suppose I wouldn't be too anxious to bring it
up either.  But it's part of the discipline and it's what's expected.  If
you `forget" to mention it to your in-charge, then you get an extra dose to
`encourage' you to keep up with your maintenance schedule.  I remember one
unit who had a real hard time remembering, so his in-charge ordered him to
be milked for four hours.  That finally got through to him.  He never forgot
after that.  Of course, the fact that we added a hot vibrating dildo might
have helped," he grinned.

I shuddered, having difficulty imagining this going on for four hours, let
alone with a hot vibrating dildo up your fuck chute.  I watched my 059 go
through more cycles of rising and being jerked back and realized that
perhaps he'd gone too many days without speaking up and so was getting a
mild "reprimand".  Finally, it was his time.  He rose on the wave and this
time, rather than being pulled back, his pelvic spasms continued and he
screamed in a hoarse voice as the semen was pumped from his body.  Wave
after wave of cum slid down the tube and disappeared.  He collapsed, hanging
from his bindings, gasping for breath and then shuddering and moaning as the
last few drops were drawn from his piss slit.  The officer removed his
apparatus and vacuumed the remnants out and released him, then released me.
Since I'd had forty-five minutes to regain my strength, I was able to stand
but 059 sank to the floor.  I went to him and tried to help him to his feet.

"No, no, no," he mumbled.  "Just let me rest a while.  It's always like this
for me.  It takes me a few minutes," he said as he lay there panting and
trembling.

I looked at his angry red and purple penis and my own dick throbbed.  How it
must have hurt at that moment!  His scrotum was also deeply colored, having
been flooded with blood for an hour and a half.  I couldn't take my eyes off
his genitals and gently reached for them, fascinated by their dark color.
When I touched the head of his cock, he cried out and grabbed my wrist.

"Oh please, boy.  Don't touch me; let me recover," he grimaced.

"I'm sorry sir.  I didn't mean to hurt you," I said, abashed that I hadn't
controlled myself.

"That's OK.  I understand.  It's hard to imagine that cock and balls can
look like this," he groaned.

I sat on the floor and took his head, placing it on my lap, stroking his
sweaty brow and waiting.  After a few minutes, the color began to fade from
his genitals and his breathing became easier as his eyes became more
focused.  Finally, he groaned and rolled off my lap.  He got to his feet and
beckoned me to him.  The officer in charge put my cock back inside my
Manguard and locked it on which made me groan as he handled my sore organ.
Then he said he'd see us in a week and we left.  Both of us were walking a
little stiffly because of the deep ache at the base of our penises.  We
headed back toward the cells.

"Your Administrator said that I should work your anal muscles this
afternoon.  Normally, I'd use my own cock to do that but the last thing I
want now is to have you squeezing me.  Let's go to a training room and I'll
use other means," he said as he limped along.

We entered a room with an examination table with a padded top and stirrups.
There were cupboards and drawers, which must have held various pieces of
equipment for the purpose of training units for service under the Authority.

"Climb up on the table boy; on your back.  Put your feet in the stirrups,"
he ordered.

"Yes sir," I responded and did as he instructed.

I lay there with my feet in the stirrups, my hole exposed, waiting for 059
to begin my training.  My puckered lips winked in the cool air, asking to be
stretched and used.  059 selected some sort of implement from the cupboard
and got some sort of syringe from the drawer.  I glanced at the syringe and
saw that it didn't have a needle on the end but some type of tube.  He
inserted the tube into my ass lips and pushed on the plunger, squeezing in
what I assumed to be a lube since it was cold and thick.  Then he pulled the
tube out and used a finger to spread the lube around the inside of my anus
and rubbed some onto my puckered flesh.

"This will help," he said.  "I'm going to insert this into your ass and
crank it open.  It's a variation on the speculum and is designed to open you
up.  The difference is it has a spring-loaded lever that you can work with
your fuck muscles, just like a hand gripper is used to strengthen your hand.
  Get it?"

"Yes sir," I answered, though not entirely sure of what he was saying.  But
I understood the last bit so I figured it would make sense once he'd
inserted the device into me.

059 inserted his thumb and forefinger between my lips and spread them
slightly.  Then I felt the cold metal blades of the instrument against the
walls of my anus.  He began screwing it open, spreading my rosebud wider and
wider.  As I was opened, I felt the fire of stretching flesh and it felt
like a truck could have driven through it.  Just when I thought I could
possibly take any more without being torn open, he stopped.  He stroked my
buttocks and told me what a good boy I was being.

"Now, I want you to squeeze your chute closed.  You won't be able to do it,
but I want you to try," he urged me, lightly slapping my butt.

"Yes sir," I said and struggled a moment to figure out how to make these
muscles obey my brain.

It took me a couple of attempts but finally, I figured out how to make these
muscles contract and I felt the speculum close slightly.

"Good boy!" he crowed, again slapping my butt.  "Now do it again."

The second time was easier because I'd worked out how to make that nether
region respond to my will.  I felt the speculum close and then open again
when I relaxed.

"Do it twice," he ordered and I obeyed.

After several minutes, I was able to do ten contractions in a row.  Then,
the next round, my sphincters refused to cooperate.  I was perspiring and my
ass ached with the effort.

"I can't sir," I said, afraid that I'd make him angry.

"Alright boy.  Just rest a minute and we'll try again.  You're exercising
muscles that aren't accustomed to being used in this way so it will take
time for you to gain complete control over them.  But don't worry; it will
happen.

059 worked me for a couple more hours, giving me rest periods when my ass
muscles refused to function but then coming back at it when I'd sufficiently
revived.  By the end of the afternoon, my sphincters were tired but I was
feeling that I had much greater control over them now than I'd had before.
At least I could clench them repeatedly when asked to do so.  059 told me
that there were many more things I needed to learn before I could be
considered an accomplished catcher but that, in time, I'd learn them.  He
was pleased with my progress and surprised that I'd taken to it as well as I
had.  Most straight men took much longer to develop these skills since they
were repulsed by them in the first place.  A lot of the work was in
overcoming the psychological resistance to being bent and having your ass
fucked.  That was 073's problem: he was straight and quite resistant to
being bent.  But the Authority was not to be denied in its control.  He
would become bent or be recycled.  This thought made me shiver.  059 wiped
the lube from my ass lips and helped me off the table.

"C'mon, let's go to the cells," he said.  "We're both tired.  We need some
rest."

I readily agreed.  Besides, I wanted to have dinner and lie down on the mats
with him inside me.  All this work on opening my hole and strengthening my
muscles had left me hungry to have something hard and warm inside me.

We got back to our cell just as the external working units were arriving
back from their day's work.  I still couldn't tear my eyes away from this
display of humiliated males in captivity as they stripped off the clothing
that had been issued to them and reduced themselves to naked units once
more.  As they went through their inspections, raising their arms, opening
their mouths, bending and spreading their ass cheeks, the door into the
cellblock opened and the guards pushed two units in, prodding them to keep
them moving across the floor.

Both looked like zombies except for the tears streaming down their faces.
It was 073 and the unit who'd been pulled out of the external worker unit
line my first night here.  It was hard to recognize them because both had
been completely shaved, including their heads.  But I recognized their
bodies; their musculature and the shape of their chests and the way they
hung.  The guards directed them to a cell and placed them inside together
where they huddled in a corner, clinging to each other like frightened
children.  The guards made them lie on their sides, face-to-face and wrap
their arms around one another.  Then the guards cuffed their wrists behind
one another's backs.  Now they were bound together with nothing between
their bodies, their genitals and chests rubbing against each other.  Having
spent a brief time in the stocks while they were there, I had some inkling
why they were so traumatized.  Then I realized it was probably another route
the Authority used to bend hard cases: Torture them sexually and then throw
them together to seduce them into bonding with one another.  Later, the
Authority would "urge" them to transfer that bonding to others and
eventually, any man.  A very effective mode of brainwashing.  I found I was
pressing my body against 059's and looked up at him, grateful that it hadn't
been so hard for me to submit to the Authority's will.

Our chow came and we wolfed it down then lay together on our mats.  059
tapped my thigh and I raised it to give him easier access to my chute.  As
he inserted his cock into me, he groaned with pain.

"If I had a choice, I wouldn't do this tonight; it hurts too much.  But the
Administrator doesn't care and wants to make sure I don't neglect getting my
regular milkings in the future, so I'm to suffer," he said quietly through
gritted teeth.

"But why do it then?" I asked, stroking his corded thigh as it pressed
against mine.  "Couldn't we just lie together?"

"No," he said.  "There are cameras and they'll be watching to make sure that
I'm in you.  That's one of my duties and if I fail, I risk punishment and
loss of mentor status."

"I see," I said.  "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," he said, stroking my chest and pinching my little nipple
suction cups, which were, by now pretty well filled with my expanding tits.
"At least you're looser than you would have been had we not worked on your
anal muscles."

I smiled.  Yes, my skills were still rather primitive but I'd learned a
little of how to open myself to a man and I was happy to open myself to 059.
  I reached back and fondled his strong butt.  Yes, I was happy to have him
in me.  I gave a contented sigh and drifted off into quiet sleep as the
lights went out in the Center.


To be continued.