Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2003 19:16:39 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Executive Slave 6

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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
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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:

My Administrator was increasing the tempo of his thrusts.

"Tell me what you are boy," he ordered, the volume of his voice increasing
as he fucked me.

"Sir, I'm your unit."

"Tell me you're bent."

"Sir, I'm bent."

"Tell me."

"Sir, I'm bent," I said, my own voice getting louder and higher, my throat
tightening with the tension building in my body.

"Again."

"Sir, I'm bent."

"And who do you belong to?"

"Sir, I belong to the Authority," I cried, the pitch of my voice rising as
he flailed against my butt cheeks and rammed my prostate.

"Who do you belong to?"

"Sir, I belong to the Authority."

"Who?"

"Sir, I belong to the Authority," I cried.

"Tell me again," he shouted.

"Sir, I belong to you."

"Come boy!" he shouted, his cock jerking in my fuck chute and filling me
with his milk.  I roared as the cum shot out of my throbbing penis and slid
down the back of my Administrator's chair.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 18

I collapsed over the back of my Administrator's chair, my chest heaving.  He
unfastened my clamped nipples and ordered me to lick up my cum.  The taste
of cum and leather was intoxicating and I licked and licked until I'd
stripped the patina from the leather with my tongue.

"Good boy," he said, patting me on the head.  "You've pleased me.  You're
learning the right way of thinking and that'll make it much easier for you
in the end.  I've let you come so you won't need a milking this week.  You
can accompany 059 for his next milking so that you get into the habit of
going.  Remember, the Authority requires it.  It's not an option.  You will
report every week, whether you've received permission to come or not.  This
is the tax you pay to the Authority for your upkeep."

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir.  And thank you for letting me come sir," I
answered, kneeling on the floor, my legs splayed wide and my hands behind my
back.

"It was appropriate," he said.  "You are exhibiting the proper thinking for
a unit and that should be rewarded to be reinforced."

His words were clinical but I wanted to sense that I'd pleased him and had
been rewarded for that.  But what was it I had done to please him?  He
ordered me to come when I professed that I belonged to the Authority.  No,
that wasn't it.  It was when I'd said I belonged to him!  I felt a flush of
pride and gratitude.  My Administrator valued me.  Maybe that would protect
me in the future.  But don't be foolish, I reminded myself.  You've pleased
him in the past and he's then turned savage.  I would have to continue
behaving as he wanted me to; as a unit should, in order to remain in his
favor, for I most certainly did not want to be in his disfavor.

"Thank you sir," I said and bent to kiss his shoes, for I was truly
grateful.

059 arrived to accompany me back to the cells.

"059, isn't it your milking day?" my Administrator asked him.

"Yes sir, thank you sir.  That was my next stop," he said, placing his hand
at the small of my back to usher my out the door.

"Good boy," the Administrator said.  "Take 035 with you.  He can watch.
Tell the attendant that 035 has come with his Administrator's permission.
Half an hour for you 059."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," 059 said.

Glancing up at his face, I could see the flicker of dread that flew across
it.  Still half an hour was better than a longer milking.

"If the Administrator didn't say how long a unit's to be milked, what's the
usual," I asked, as we walked down the hall.

"Once you're aroused, the usual milking is fifteen minutes," 059 answered.
"Most men can bring themselves off with less than five minutes of wanking so
fifteen minutes is usually more than long enough to get a unit to yield his
cream.  Anything beyond that is considered discipline or punishment.  Half
an hour is a discipline sentence, meant to remind me that my genitals, body
and soul belong to the Authority.  It's because I failed to report for
milking last week as I should have.  This is my `gentle' reminder."

We went down through the Center's halls and stairs in silence.  I knew my
mentor was not looking forward to his milking.  I had to admit, after my
first go-round, I understood why: it was torture.  Exquisite torture, but
torture nonetheless.  It was pleasurable up to a point but then became
maddening as the unit is, over and over again, brought to the edge and then
pulled back.  I'd come to understand that this was done principally to
maximize sperm and semen output.  But, as 059 had explained it to me, it was
also done to reinforce for each unit that his genitals were not his; they
belonged to the Authority and the Authority would use them as it chose.
Then there was the added element of punishment for wayward units who were in
need of some bringing into line.  059 had failed to report for his regular
milking and so was punished the last time by an extended milking.  I'd only
been subjected to forty-five minutes and found that almost unbearable.  I'd
seen what an hour-and-a-half had done to my mentor.  Remembering that last
time, I felt a sudden sense of protectiveness for him and took his hand.  He
looked at me and I smiled, hoping to reassure him a bit.

"I'll be there for you," I said.

"I know.  Thanks," he said, smiling wanly at me, obviously aware, as was I,
that I couldn't spare him what he was going to have to go through.

We arrived at the milking center and again, my eyes were drawn to the units
in various stages of milking.  Each stood with his back against the tiled
wall, spread-eagle and pinned to the wall by his arms and legs with brackets
that came out of slots in the wall.  Some were wriggling, sweating profusely
and moaning in pleasure/pain.  A couple of others were just getting started,
the attendants finishing up the preparations of hooking them up to the
stimulus and milking connectors.  One had just completed his milking.  He
was sagging against the clamps holding him up as the man milk was pumped
down the clear tube and borne away to the processor.  Attendants went to him
and removed the connectors from his body before releasing the brackets
holding him up.  He sank to the floor and crouched there on his hands and
knees, trying to catch his breath as his angry red cock throbbed and pulsed,
engorged with blood and undoubtedly aching badly.

059 spoke the attending officer and told him what my Administrator had said.
  The attendant nodded and pointed at a couple of empty stations.  059
beckoned me with his head and together, we went to the stations.

"The officer says you should take your position as though you were going to
be milked.  It'll help you to be become more accustomed to the process," he
said, pushing me into one of the spaces.

I nodded and backed up, raising my arms and spreading my legs.  He took his
place and the brackets slid out from their slots, locking us in place.  As I
watched, an armature rose from the floor in front of 059 with a round,
tube-like apparatus on the end of it.  The armature rose until the apparatus
was directly in front of his groin.  Then the officer came and inspected my
mentor's penis, apparently determining that it wasn't erect enough for a
milking yet.  He pulled suction tubes from the wall on either side of 059's
body and attached them to his nipples.  Then he pressed a button and the
suction devices began working on his tits, sucking and "chewing" on them
with the mechanism inside the tubes as his cock began to rise in response to
the stimulation.  I could see the dildo rising from the floor on a pole and
breach his anal sphincters.  He grunted and wiggled his hips, seeking to get
the plug seated comfortably.  Then I could hear the hum as it began
vibrating.  I watched 059's masculine body respond to the stimulation and
saw the looks of pleasure and arousal that crossed his face and I began to
get 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.

Then I got a surprise: I felt something pushing against my pucker.  I gasped
in surprise as my rectum was invaded by some kind of obdurator.  It had a
smooth, rounded bulb and was elongated, rather like a butt plug.  The
attending officer left 059 and came over to me.  He pressed a button and
pulled a large hose from the ceiling above my head.  There was a mouthpiece
on the end of the tube, which he placed in my mouth after parting my jaws.
The mouthpiece stretched my lips and fit firmly behind my teeth.  I squirmed
and asked what was going on but the mouthpiece turned my question into an
incomprehensible squeal.  I couldn't figure out what was happening.  My
Administrator had said I didn't have to be milked today.  What were they
doing to me?

The attendant checked the tube invading my ass as well as the one in my
mouth and pressed a couple of buttons.  Fluid began to flow into my guts and
into my mouth.  I tried to ask what was happening but found that I'd better
start swallowing rapidly to get the fluid down or drown, though I didn't
know why.  The fluid in my guts would have to take care of itself.  After
about a minute of liquid flowing, everything stopped and I caught my breath.
  I looked questioningly at 059 but he was already lost in the haze of
pain/pleasure.  He was moaning and moving his pelvis, instinctively seeking
the relief that these machines were programmed to deny him until it was
time.  Suddenly, I felt very hot and began to sweat.  The fluid in my belly
and the fullness in my gut seemed to be dissipating in very little time.

As the liquid they were pumping into me began to be absorbed, I felt a
churning in my testicles and a swelling from the area of my prostate.  After
a couple of minutes of sweating, my stomach felt empty again and my gut had
returned to its normal shape after having become bloated with whatever it
was they were pumping into me through my anus.  As I breathed a sigh of
relief, the fluid began pumping again, once more filling my gut and my belly
to the point I felt I might burst open.  Just as I thought I'd start to
regurgitate what had been force-fed me through the feeding tube, the fever
started again and seemed to evaporate the contents of my stomach.  Once
again, the churning returned to my balls and my prostate seemed to be
swelling.  Suddenly, it was clear to me what was happening: they were
recharging me, as it were.  They were priming the pump by force-feeding me
fluids that rapidly refilled my testicles and glands to increase my output
of sperm and semen.  I had a flash of men being treated like milk cows,
being given fortified feed to increase their milk output and then being
milked for their bounty.  I had an overwhelming sense of just how much like
animals we units had become.

I was subjected to repeated cycles of force-feeding and fever while 059 was
being milked.  While I hung there, I saw another unit come in and be hooked
up as I was.  Obviously, he'd been permitted to come and was being recharged
as well.  Looking at him as his rectum was plugged and his mouth filled, I
realized how violated I felt by this.  It was almost worse than being raped
because it was so dispassionate.  We were simply farm animals being used to
our owners' fullest benefit.  Curiously, this realization caused my cock to
lift and swell, embarrassing me intensely.  Being naked was, by now, nothing
to me.  Being milked, being fucked, sucking cock were all becoming familiar,
comfortable even, for me.  But this was degrading beyond belief and that it
aroused me was profoundly embarrassing.  My only comfort was that I noticed
the other unit who was being force-fed was having the same response as his
cock rose and began to leak pre-cum.  The attendant quickly placed a basin
beneath his penis so that the sticky substance wouldn't be wasted.  He came
to me and squeezed my hard penis as though he were milking a cow's teat.
Yes, my dick began to leak as well, oozing pre-cum from the piss-slit and he
placed a basin on the floor to catch it.

059's time was almost up.  I watched him urgently thrusting his pelvis,
struggling to produce the wanted result.  There was a sheen of sweat
covering his body and wetting down the hair covering his chest and groin.
Finally, the machinery permitted him to come, pumping his jism away for
processing and storage as his entire body clenched and he roared with
release.  He collapsed against the brackets with a rough breath and waited
for the attending officer to release him.  The attendant removed the tubes
from his nipples and his cock and pressed a button to withdraw the vibrating
plug from his anus.  Only then was 059 released from the brackets, whereupon
he fell to the floor, collapsing on his hands and knees, his cock a deep red
and swollen from the edging.

After disconnecting 059 from the milking apparatus, the attending officer
moved to me and withdrew the infusion tube from my ass chute, leaving me
whimpering in emptiness.  He pulled my jaw open and removed the mouthpiece,
then released the brackets pinning me to my station.  I took several seconds
to recover my stability and went to 059, who was still crouched on his hands
and knees.  I knelt beside him, stroking his head and asking him in whispers
if he was all right.  He wearily nodded his hanging head and finally,
drawing his legs up and putting his feet on the floor, heaved himself to his
feet.

"Let's go, boy," he said.  "Let's get showered and then we can eat and
rest."

As we headed toward the showers, I asked 059 about what I'd been subjected
to.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"I think that my testicles and semen reserves were being recharged," I
answered.  "I also think my status as a slave was being reinforced.  The
Authority wants us never to forget that we belong to it; that we are the
Authority's property to do with as it chooses."

"That's exactly it," he answered, putting his arm around my shoulder.
"You've got the picture.  That's one of the reasons why we're milked
regularly.  It's not only to supply cum for whatever purposes the Authority
wants it; it's also to keep us aware that we have lost all control of our
bodies."

"I know," I said, remembering the feeling of being an animal in a feedlot
while I was being recharged.

059 must have sensed my feelings of degradation because he squeezed my
shoulder and smiled at me.

"I understand boy: it felt like your humanity was stripped from you.  It's a
hard thing.  How do you keep any sense of dignity while being subjected to
the things they do to us?  I've found that I have to keep a piece of myself
like it was in a cupboard.  It's locked away where they can't get at it.  I
think all of us that have survived for any length of time have done that.
If you can't do it, you'll wither up and blow away.  Either you'll stop
trying and end up being recycled or you'll just give up and die.  But if you
can put that little piece away, you'll make it."

"I think I understand," I answered.  "Would you tell me more?  Tell me how
you came to be here."

"Let's get cleaned up first.  We'll get a shower, go back to the cell and
eat and then I'll tell you my story."

"Thanks," I said.  "I'd like to hear it."


Executive Slave -- Chapter 19

We were seated on the mat in our cell, leaning back against the wall.  The
lights had not gone down yet and units were doing various things around the
cellblock.  Some were watching "instructional" videos, others were reading
"user" manuals, which told units and unimaginative clients alike the various
ways a unit might be used.  Others were simply lying in their cells, staring
into space and awaiting "lights out".  A few were coming and going to the
toilets or the showers.

"I was a college senior," 059 said, his eyes focusing on an image from the
past.  "I had an athletic scholarship: basketball and track and field.  I
was pretty good.  I'd led my basketball team to state championships three
years in a row.  I also did well in school.  I was planning on becoming a
coach.  Not only could I play, but because of my minor in business, I
understood the bigger picture and I had the business sense to play that
game, if you know what I mean."

"Yes, I suppose I do," I answered.  Politics are everywhere.  You can't
avoid them in human society.

"I was class president and president of my fraternity.  The problem came
because one of my younger fraternity brothers, Dan, hated the fact that I
was bent.  Don't ask me why: I never bothered him.  Where he stood was
obvious and I was never one to put the number on anyone who wasn't
interested.  Oh, I may have kidded him a few times and asked him if he'd
ever wondered what it was like to be fucked.  But I never seriously hit on
him.  There were enough of us out there anyway.  Who needs to hit on some
phobic straight guy?  But he was paranoid.  He did have a nice body and a
good package.  Hairy chest and legs.  Well-defined and a pretty cock with
low-hanging balls.  I suppose the hazing incident was a bad idea.  It was
the year Dan pledged, you see.  I was going into my senior year and was in
charge of the planning for the new pledges.  I'd seen some old magazines
with photo shoots of some really wild hazing scenes.  There was paddling,
screwing with dildos, drinking, all sorts of shit.  Those kinds of things
had been banned at universities for decades but I thought it might be fun.
I also thought it might be a way to get into his pants, or at least warm his
straight ass with a paddle."

"But you knew what the laws were!  You knew how the Authority viewed
nonconsensual sexual activity.  How could you think you'd get away with it?"
I asked, incredulous that this man I'd come to think of as very sensible
could be so lacking in common sense.

"I was foolish," he said, looking sheepish.  "You see, my father is high up
in the Authority.  I figured his position would protect me.  And I convinced
the other guys we were safe.  So I was put in charge of that part of the
weekend."

"But what went wrong?" I asked, still perplexed.

"I'll tell you," 059 said, a little impatiently.  "Let me get on with my
story."

"Sorry," I said.

"The best part was when the pledges were brought in and made to drink six
bottles of beer.  Then they were stripped and made to bend over.  We tied
their wrists to their ankles and lined them up next to each other.  I'd
found some old wooden paddles and we reddened their asses.  Then a brother
got behind each of them and fucked him.  I was behind Dan.  God, did he
squeal when I speared him.  He bucked and cursed and struggled to get away
from my dick but I held him tight and fucked him good.  What I didn't count
on was that Dan would decide to get even with me.  And I wasn't the only
one; there were definitely others who were targeted."

"What happened?  What do you mean there were others?" I asked, caught up in
his story.  I could visualize myself in the position of the fuckees and feel
now that I'd enjoy it.  But I could also see that some, even someone who was
drunk, might not take kindly to the experience.

"Hang on and I'll tell you: you're getting ahead of me.  You'll understand
in a minute."

"OK," I said.  "Sorry.  Go ahead."

"Well Dan and the others made it into the fraternity and we went about our
life at college.  Everything seemed to be cool.  We'd laugh and joke about
the hazing and it appeared that everyone had taken it for high spirits and
gotten over it.  I did have a hard time keeping my mind off his ass during
that year and I suppose there were too many times he'd turn around or look
up and find me cruising him with a lecherous look on my face.  I just
couldn't stop thinking about how tight he felt and how good it would be to
fuck him again, if only he weren't so phobic about it."

059 paused, a far-away and vaguely hungry look in his eyes.  I could tell he
was thinking back to those days: the days of his freedom; the days when he
was still a man.

"So what happened?" I asked, pressing him to go on.

"Well it was the last basketball game of the year.  We had a great record
that year and if we won that game, we'd go to the championships.  I was on
the court just about the entire game since I was captain.  I didn't notice
the men who'd entered the gym late in the game and hung around the court.  I
got off the last shot of the game -- a three-pointer that went through the
hoop as the buzzer sounded.  It was just like a vid.  The crowd went crazy.
We'd won by 26 points so the last shot was just icing on the cake but it was
sweet nevertheless.  I was ecstatic.  We were jumping all over each other
and enjoying our victory.  Then, as the team began to head for the showers,
we were intercepted at the door and five of us, who were all fraternity
brothers, were pulled out of the team.  We were forced to wait there until
the rest of the team had filed out.  Our coach looked at us and looked away
as he hurried out of the gym.  We were mystified.  One of the men showed us
an LEA badge and ordered us to move to the center of the court.  The crowd
was still in the stands.  Apparently the agents had ordered them to stay in
place for the `post-game festivities'.  We walked to where they'd told us to
go and lined up, facing the stands.  The agent with the badge pulled out a
PDA and read the charges.  We were all charged with lewd and indecent
conduct and with sexual harassment as well as with non-consensual sex.  We
were terrified.  I started to object and mentioned my dad; how this wouldn't
be very good for these agents, when I saw Dan standing by the door to the
gym, smirking at me.  He was standing next to a man I instantly recognized
from Authority broadcasts and I felt sick.  I saw the resemblance.  Dan was
his son and he reported to the President.  Dan took his middle finger and
stuck it in his mouth.  Message sent and received loud and clear.  His dad
trumped my dad.

"The agents ordered us to strip off right there and throw our clothes into a
pile.  We were all humiliated to be treated this way.  I started to cry and
tell the others how sorry I was.  A couple of them looked at me like they
wanted to kill me.  Our whole lives were being flushed before our eyes.  One
of the guys started to protest and an agent hit him with his stunner.  The
rest of us did as ordered and removed our clothes.  Then they told us to
strip Ari, the guy who'd resisted, while he lay there on the floor writhing
in pain.  We stripped him and helped him stand up.  Then we were told to put
our hands behind our backs and spread our legs.  Obviously, by this time, we
knew the consequences of non-compliance so we did as we were told.  We were
cuffed and made to stand there, naked, cuffed and humbled, before the silent
audience.  The agent informed the audience that this was the penalty for
inappropriate behavior in society and that our example should serve as a
lesson to those who would consider anti-social behavior.  Then we were
ordered to turn and march out to begin our new lives as units under the care
of the Labor Enforcement Authority."

I whistled quietly.  "God, in front of a gymnasium full of people.  I
thought what I'd been through was bad."

"Yeah," 059 answered.  "And we were all college jocks.  Proud of our prowess
but not exactly wanting to be exposed like that.  We were marched of naked,
our cocks flopping and our balls bouncing.  Welcome to the rest of your life
boys."

"You were, how old?  Twenty-one, twenty-two?  What happened to you?" I
asked.

"I was twenty-two, just.  They herded us into a van and brought us to the
nearest LEA Center.  We went through pretty much what you went through when
you came here and we were scared shitless.  We were shaved, given enemas.
Some of us resisted and were disciplined: I was spanked by a guard until my
backside was red.  I could hardly sit down for two days my ass hurt so bad.
It's really hard for a guy in his early twenties to get over himself and
surrender his will.  Submission is tough when you're not naturally
submissive and you're full of yourself the way twenty-somethings are.  Our
next stop, after our entry processing was at the office of our
Administrator.  They decided that the most effective method was to have an
"interview" with us as a group.  There were two Administrators there and we
were all brought in.  As team captain and the primary culprit, I was the
first to be `interviewed'.  My Administrator explained the basics to me and
invited me to bend over and grab my ankles.  He cuffed my wrists to my
ankles and then pulled out a paddle just like the one we'd used for the
hazing.  My ass was already sore from the spanking I'd been given by the
officer but my Administrator laid into me all the same.  He made me count
the blows -- fifty it was.  I was bawling like a baby by the time he'd
finished.  Then he fucked me.  Right there in front of my teammates and
fraternity brothers.  I started to understand what the rest of my life would
be like.  The rest were lined up and made to bend over, cuffed, beaten and
fucked too."

059 paused again, his eyes misting.  He swallowed hard several times and
when he began again, his voice was tight.

"They sent me to the stocks four times over the next couple of months.  It
was that hard for me to submit.  After the last time, they took me to the
recycling center."

He stopped and I grabbed his arm.  He looked at me, his eyes filling and he
shook his head.

"I'd heard rumors about it but nothing specific.  They took me there and
started to process me.  They put me on a table and strapped me down.  I
fought like a madman but they administered a muscle relaxant and I couldn't
fight anymore.  The forced a breathing tube in my mouth and brought a
surgical kit and swabbed my genitals.  I wanted to scream but I couldn't.  I
wanted to beg them not to do that to me.  The doctor was saying that it was
too bad that such a fine specimen couldn't learn his place and be spared
this.  I wanted to tell him that I would learn; that I'd be cooperative and
a good, obedient unit if they'd only let me get up and walk out of that
horrible place.  There were other units lying there like spare parts in a
warehouse.  Some were obviously still aware of their surroundings and what
was happening to them.  All of them had had their genitals removed and had
catheters entering their torsos where their dicks had been.  Some were just
bodies, being kept alive on life support until there was nothing left to
harvest and they were terminated.  I'd have done anything not to end up like
that.  Somehow, even though I couldn't speak, the tears came and flowed from
my eyes.  The doctor who was about to castrate me looked at me and asked me
if I was finally ready to submit to the Authority?  If I was, I could blink
twice and he'd see what he could do.  I blinked twice, pleading to him with
my eyes.  He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place him.  He told me
he'd try.  He dropped my penis and went away.

059 stopped again, swallowing hard, his tears spilling from his eyes.

"While he was gone, I looked to one side and saw Ari..."

"Your friend?" I whispered hoarsely.

059 nodded.  "He never did adjust.  He just couldn't.  By the time I saw him
there, there was almost nothing left of him.  I could see the incision where
they'd removed a kidney.  Of course, he was already castrated.  That's the
first thing they do.  His eyes were gone as well.  Thank god.  If he'd been
able to see me, I would probably have died right there.  He didn't deserve
this.  None of them did.  Only me.  It was my idea.  It should only have
been me lying there."

He was silent a long time, trying to regain his voice.

"The doctor was gone a long time.  I was in agony because I was afraid that
the delay meant he was losing the argument.  Then again, I was no longer
sure I wanted him to win it.  I almost wanted to be left there so that I
could eventually die like Ari was going to; like all the rest.  But no, he
finally came back, smiling.  He gave me an antidote to the muscle relaxant
and removed the straps.  As he helped me sit up, he told me to stay there a
few minutes to recover.  He also told me that I'd come very close to being
recycled but that he'd convinced the administrators there to give me another
chance.  Then he told me that his younger brother had been one of my
fraternity brothers and had been brought in with me.  It was only because he
recognized me that he'd intervened on my behalf.  I started to thank him and
felt sick to my stomach.  He must have recognized the signs because he
grabbed a bucket and shoved it into my lap as the vomit burst out.

"When I'd recovered, I slid off the table and fell at his feet, kissing his
shoes and crying, telling him how grateful I was that he'd spared me.  He
rubbed my head and told me that I'd just better learn to behave.  There
would be no more chances for me.  I thanked him over and over and he finally
told me I could thank him in a way that would make us both happy.  As I
knelt there, he opened his fly and pulled his cock out.  `Show me what you
can do,' he said and I took him in my mouth.  At that point, I wasn't
terribly accomplished, having done the college thing of quick blowjobs aimed
mainly at providing relief.  But I knew what I liked so I endeavored to do
that for him.  He seemed to like it because before long, he was oozing
pre-cum down my throat.  He grabbed my ears and proceeded to fuck my face.
Then, before he'd finished, he pulled out and ordered me to lean across the
table so that he could fuck my ass.  I was more than happy to do it because
it meant that I was still alive and among the living, even if I was only a
unit that belonged to the LEA.  At least I wasn't castrated, living on
borrowed time on life-support.

"After that, I did all I could to be obedient and submissive.  I learned to
watch my masters, my Administrator and my `clients', carefully so as to
anticipate what they wanted of me and I would do my utmost to provide it.  I
guess I didn't realize that as it was becoming a habit.  When your own
survival is predicated on doing what you're expected to do, you can become
very good at it.  My mind realized that having thoughts of its own could,
potentially, lead to a long, living death and so it surrendered independent
thought.  The brain is a remarkable organ -- it can see what it needs to
survive and it makes sure the body cooperates.

"So I learned.  I studied and became an artist at fellatio.  I worked my
muscles to gain even more control over them and thus give more pleasure to
the men who used me.  I learned to enjoy pain.  Well, perhaps `enjoy' isn't
quite right.  I should say I learned to become aroused by pain because
that's what some clients wanted from a unit.  I was determined to become an
outstanding unit.  In my youth, I'd spent hours participating in and working
at sports.  When I was taken under care and finally realized the choice I
had, I worked just as hard at becoming a proficient unit.  I served a number
of years as a daily worker, serving in private offices and Authority
bureaus.  I wore the uniform, rode the buses to my assignment, stripped off
upon arriving and began my day's work.  Sometimes I was strapped down,
gagged and beaten.  Sometimes I was fucked.  Some days I spent with my mouth
filled with an executive's cock and balls.  Sometimes, I had my mouth on his
hole, rimming him and inhaling his smell.  My brain learned to find pleasure
in all of it.

"Then I became a trustee.  I was made responsible for training new units
like you; for teaching them the ropes and helping them to adjust.  Believe
it or not, the Authority does want its units to adjust to their life.  Not
that it won't take appropriate action when a unit fails to adapt, but it has
come to realize that a well-adjusted unit is a better producer and gives
better results.  Since there is profit to be had in the marketing of units'
services, the Authority wants to keep its customers happy, just as in any
business.  So that's how I came to be here.  That's how I became your
mentor."

I sat there looking at him, trying to absorb all he'd said to me.  I
realized I'd need to play this narrative over in my mind several times to
glean all the information out of it because much was implied rather than
clearly stated.

One implication I jumped to immediately.

"Does that mean that, at some point, you'll no longer be my mentor?" I asked
059, my throat suddenly tightening.

He looked at me with sadness in his eyes.

"Yes it does," he answered slowly.  "Believe me boy, that won't make me
happy.  I've come to feel something for you.  I don't know why; I've never
felt this before.  Maybe I've never let myself feel it.  I suppose I've
always realized that it's futile to feel this way.  The Authority doesn't
look kindly on relationship between units.  We're chattel to them and don't
deserve to have lives or concerns of our own.  But you've gotten to me.
Maybe I see what I lost in you, even though you were a straight man before
you came here."

"Yes," I murmured, looking into his shining eyes.

"When I saw you that first time, looking so lost and forlorn, it shot
straight to my heart.  I wanted to take you in my arms and hide you from
what I knew was coming.  But I really couldn't.  I had to restrain myself
and provide you only the kind and amount of comfort that wouldn't catch the
Authority's notice.  So under the guise of stretching your hole, I comforted
you and tried to let you know that you'd be alright."

"Thank you," I whispered, getting the first inkling of what he'd risked to
help me.  "It meant a lot to me.  It means a lot to me.  I've come to enjoy
having you inside me at night."

He placed his hand on my face, a look of joy mixed with sadness in his eyes.

"I've never let myself feel this way about another man," he said.  "When I
was in college, all I cared about was fucking or having a good lay.  I was
too busy to think about loving someone.  Now, I'm afraid, it's gone too far.
  I should never have let this happen.  It's too big a risk for both of us.
But I can no longer say no.  I want you too much."

"I want you too," I said quietly, astounded to hear the words come out of my
own mouth.

How could I, a straight man, being telling another man I wanted him?  And
how could I, as a unit under the care of the LEA, be saying something so
dangerous?  But then, the truth is always dangerous and subversive.

He suppressed a grin.

"That makes me very happy," he said, his voice almost burbling with joy.

We both knew the joy had to be suppressed.

"How will this work out?" I asked him.

"I don't know," he answered.  "I've never known units to fall in love.  I
suppose it's happened: it's bound to have.  But they must've been so
successful in either hiding it or suppressing it that no one ever knew.  If
it became known to the Administrators, we'd be severely punished and
re-programmed.  Or worse!"

I put a finger on his lips.

"Don't," I said.  "Don't even think about it."

"We have to," 059 answered.

"No," I said.  "We can figure something out.  In the meantime, let's do what
we know is permissible."

"But the time will come when they'll want me to take on another inductee and
you'll move into the regular population."

"We'll deal with it then.  We need to think about it," I insisted, afraid to
contemplate being without him.  Or worse.

"Will you tell me your real name?" I asked.  "The name you had before you
were inducted?"

He smiled, casting his mind back to retrieve a long useless piece of
information.  If he was like me, and I knew he was, he'd stored it away in a
place where it would be safe but hidden away.  He had to "dust off" the
pathways to the hiding place.

"My name was Duncan.  Duncan Atwater."

I was astonished.

"Not the Atwaters?  Not the family of industrialists?" I asked, astonished
and appalled.

"Yes," he said slowly.  "My father is Martin Atwater.  That's how he got
involved with the Authority.  But the day I was taken under care, I died.  I
heard that from my Administrator.  He told me the family had had a `funeral'
to bury me.  The shame of having a member of the family who was both bent
and under care was too much for them.  They wrote me off for good."

"God, I'm sorry," I said.  "I can't imagine."

"No, I don't suppose you can.  But you mustn't use my name anywhere.  Do you
understand?  It would be understood that we've been sharing more than is
acceptable and there'd be hell to pay."

"I understand," I assured him.  "I won't...Duncan."

"Never again," he warned.

Then he softened.

"What was your name?" he asked.

"Clifford Swainton," I answered.  "It seems so odd to say it now; I'm so
used to being 082012-035.  It's like speaking a foreign language.  My
friends used to call me `Cliff'.  But, like your family, they've probably
written me off.  I guess no one likes to be linked to a unit under the LEA's
care."

"No, they don't.  It's too scary for them because they realize how easily it
could happen to them if they're not careful.  It's amazing how people can go
about censoring their own thoughts so that they stay on the straight and
narrow."

"I suppose so.  I guess I conformed too, at least for the first forty years
of my life.  Then I started to ask questions.  Very quiet questions and only
to myself.  But I asked and found answers.  Unfortunately, they weren't the
best answers for me."

"I understand," 059 said, stroking me.  "We'd probably better get in
position for lights out.  It should be any minute now.  Can I enter you
tonight?"

"I'd like that," I said, lying down and opening my legs to grant him access.

He entered me and I moaned with pleasure at his touch; at the fullness he
gave me.  I felt completed when he was in me.

"Good night," I said.

"Good night... Cliff," he whispered and kissed my neck.


To be continued.