Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2004 19:19:23 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Executive Slave - Part 8

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Be careful and be alive - White Collar


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

He waited until his cock softened to pull out of me.

"Well that was a good start to my lunch hour.  You wait here Swainton and
I'll send your next helping in.  And don't worry; I'll be back later for our
appointment.  This was just the starter on your lunch.  I'll be having my
chance at your ass when I've recovered a bit.  See you later," he laughed.
Slapping my ass and leaving the print of his hand on my white ass, he opened
the door.  He left the door open as he went through.  I saw that someone had
taped a sign on the door to my office.  The sign read "Lunchroom".

"Next!" he called and sure enough, another of his co-workers, Will Andersen,
appeared, closing the door behind him.  I remembered how, in my former life,
I'd been chuckling with some of the others when Andersen got some ribbing
about his weight problem and personal hygiene.  I could see from the look in
his eyes, that Will remembered too and was more than pleased to give me an
intimate introduction to his charms.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 22

I lost count of the number of cocks I serviced that day.  There were even a
few women who came in to make use of my services.  Since I hadn't been
trained in pleasuring women, I had to dig into my memories of the few times
my ex-wife had had me give her cunnilingus.  I was probably rusty and one of
them slapped me around a bit for not giving her what she wanted in a prompt
manner.  All I could do was apologize and pledge to do better the next time.
  Maybe I could have 059 let me practice on his ass hole.  It wasn't quite
the same but at least I could work on extending my tongue more.

I spent the afternoon with cocks in my ass and down my throat.  Sometimes,
men would have a "meeting" in my office, obviously arranged by Bill and
would gang fuck me, rotating from my mouth to my hole and back around again
in some sort of a round robin.  Each thrust up my bum pushed me forward,
stretching my bound cock and balls against the ropes that tied them to the
desk, further increasing my agony.

Will Andersen, the employee I'd given a hard time when I was his boss had
two go rounds.  The taste of his unwashed cock and the smell of his bush
made my eyes water.  Each time, I almost gagged from the odor, rather than
from the length of the tool going into me.  He fucked my face hard, holding
onto my hair and banging with abandon, his heavy balls slamming against my
chin as the spittle dribbled down from my mouth and puddled on the floor
beneath my face.  While he was fucking me, he whipped my butt with his belt,
taking delight in my squeals and whimpers.  He was enjoying punishing the
one man he could who'd belittled him.  It was obvious that he was taking his
anger out on me and enjoying it immensely.  He tried to fuck my ass but he
wasn't big enough to enter me and his belly prevented his getting as close
as he would have needed.  Besides, he couldn't seem to generate the hard
erection he would have needed from the anger that possessed him.  In
frustration, he took a metal ruler to my exposed genitals, swatting them
until they felt like they'd been pulverized.  When he'd finished, I was
groaning in pain, almost wishing my penis and testicles would fall off,
freeing me from their ache.

Even though Will couldn't fuck me, there were plenty of others that day who
had the length and the frustration to get hard and stick it to me, the
scapegoat for their anger at their management.  Finally Bill came through
the door unaccompanied.  I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was 6:00.
  Thank god: my day was over.

"OK boy.  That's it; quitting time," Bill said merrily as he began to untie
the ropes binding me to the desk.

Standing behind me, he stroked my red ass with his hand and pushed a finger
into my swollen hole, murmuring sounds of sympathy and comfort.  I wasn't
fooled; I knew he didn't care a whit about me other than wanting to be able
to fuck me himself.  As he wriggled his fingers around inside me he spoke.

"Oh my, this hole was been well used today.  I'm glad to see that so many of
our people took advantage of your availability," he said, pulling his finger
out and slapping my pink butt cheeks.

He walked back to the front of my desk and put his fingers under my nose.

"Clean my hand off boy.  It has mucus and semen from your ass and I can't
possibly go home like this."

He stuck his fingers in my mouth and I licked them over and over until the
bitter earthiness was gone.  He looked at his hand and, smirking, wiped it
dry on my back.  Then he went round in back of me to finish removing my
bonds.  He knelt behind me and must have noticed the condition of my
genitals because he let out a whoop.

"Whoa!  Someone did a number on your cock and balls didn't they?  God that
must hurt!" he exclaimed, touching my scrotum lightly and making me hiss
with the pain.

It was a pain that reached from my balls and sore penis, all the way up into
my abdomen.  It was like the pain you get when someone kicks you in the
groin but it didn't seem to dissipate.  I only hoped Will hadn't permanently
damaged me.  But then again (and at this I smiled grimly to myself), if he
had damaged me, maybe the Authority would execute its own form of justice
and take him under care as well.  Now that was a pleasant thought!

Bill finished untying me and helped me straighten up.  I was stiff and sore
from having been tied to the desk all afternoon and having received so many
penises in both ends.  There was semen on my back and there were two pools
at my feet where semen, mixed with ass mucus and sweat had dribbled down my
legs and collected at my feet.

"Sir?" I ventured, hoping it wasn't too much out of line.

"Yes boy?"

"Sir, I need to clean up a bit.  I don't want to make a mess by tracking
this through the office," I said, holding up one foot to show him the slime.

Bill studied it a moment.

"Yes, here's a couple of tissues.  But hurry up.  I need to get you to your
pen so that I can get out of here."

"M-my my pen?" I asked, my mouth gaping "Sir?"

"Yes, your pen.  You didn't think you were going to sleep here tonight did
you?  We can't have you sleeping in the office.  The janitors have to clean
up and you'd be in the way."

"But sir, aren't we going back to the Center tonight?" I asked, still not
comprehending.

"The Center?  No.  I don't suppose Mr. Barnes mentioned this but he's
sub-let you for three weeks.  You'll be staying here 24/7.  Now hurry up and
get that stuff wiped off your feet.  Don't worry about the floor.
Ordinarily, I should make you lick it up but I don't have time tonight.  So
get a move on and leave the floor for the janitors," Bill said, hands on
hips, looking quite impatient.

Quickly, I wiped my legs and feet and followed Bill out of the office.  That
there were still workers there, sitting at their desks as I was being walked
through absolutely naked didn't seem to phase Bill in the least.  I was
deeply humiliated and flushed bright red as we walked down the aisle.  I
knew better than to cover myself with my hands.  Some of the most basic
training at the Center is that a unit's genitals belong to the Authority and
not to him; he has nothing hide and will treat his clothing, or lack
thereof, as his appropriate state.  Still, being naked in front of people
who used to work for you is humiliating by any account.

Bill led me through the halls back toward Mr. Barnes' office.  People we
passed stared openly, a couple of men grabbing Bill's arm and whispering in
his ear.

"We'll see," he laughed.  "Check with Barnes.  Maybe if you're good, he'll
give you a go."

We got back to Barnes' office and I stifled a cry when I saw 059.  He had a
diaper around his waist and his back was a mass of welts.  It didn't look as
though the skin on his back had been broken but it was obvious he'd been
severely whipped, though it had been done with great care not to cause
permanent damage or scarring.  He was sitting like a dog next to Mr. Barnes,
who held a leash in his hand.  059 just stared into space as Barnes stared
into my eyes and handed the leash to Bill.  I could only hope I hadn't
betrayed once again how I felt about Duncan.  I knew it would only make
things worse for us.  I pleaded mentally that Barnes wouldn't report us to
the Authority.  We could both be sent to recycling for an offense like that.

"Take them downstairs to the kennel and make sure they're fed and watered.
I want them back here tomorrow at 8:30 to begin their day.  I've paid plenty
to sub-let them and I want my money's worth.  That Administrator of theirs
is a shyster if there ever was one.  And remember, they go in separate
cages."

Bill took us down in a service elevator: something for which I was grateful.
  I didn't want to see or be seen by anyone else tonight and I didn't want
Duncan exposed to curious eyes.  He'd obviously suffered tremendously today
and he deserved to be left alone for a while.  All the way down, as the
elevator dove for the basement, Duncan crouched there, his diapered butt on
his heels, his hands on the floor, staring at the wall.  I prayed that
Barnes hadn't destroyed his mind.  Then I remembered what he'd told me about
hiding part of yourself away to maintain your sanity and I had a rebound of
hope.  As we rode down, he leaned ever so slightly against my leg and I felt
his warmth and presence.  Yes, he was alright: he was just removing himself
from the humiliation and pain he'd experienced.  I let my hand move to the
side to touch his head and then moved it away.  That was enough for both of
us.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 23

Bill led us down a hallway to a door.  After keying a code in the lock
panel, he opened it and guided us through.  059 was crawling on his hands
and knees while I was permitted to walk.  Who knows why I was upright?
Perhaps it was to emphasize my nakedness when we were in "public" areas of
the office and so that people could recognize me in my new, reduced status,
and I them.  At any rate, we came to another door, which Bill opened and led
us through.  Inside was a small room with two cages next to one another.
Each cage was about six feet long, three feet high and three feet wide.
They were raised slightly off the floor, having a perforated metal sheet on
the bottom.  Bill opened the door to one and urged 059 inside just as he
would a dog.

"C'mon boy.  Inside.  That's it.  Good boy," he said, pulling on the leash
to give 059 the idea that he wanted him to get in the cage.

In my mind I screamed at him:  He's a human being for god's sake.  Tell him
what you want.  He understands English!  But I worked to keep my face
expressionless.  Once 059 had crawled into the cage, Bill closed the door
and locked it.  He opened the other door.

"Inside," he said.

I got down on my hands and knees and crawled into my "kennel".  Bill closed
and locked my door and left the room.  I looked at Duncan through the bars
but he looked at me and shook his head in warning, turning his head back to
watch the door.  Sure enough, in a few moments, Bill came back wheeling a
tray holding four bowls.

"Here we go boys.  Dinner and water," he said, placing a bowl of each
through the slots in our kennel doors.  "Have a good rest."

He flipped off one of the light switches next to the door, leaving a low
light in the room and closed the door behind him.

"What did he do to you?" I cried, reaching my fingers through the bars,
trying to touch Duncan.  "Are you alright?"

Duncan groaned and bent his face to the water bowl, taking a long drink.

"It was worse than before," he moaned.  "I don't know how many times he
fucked me today.  He's so big!  And when he wasn't in me himself, he was
making sure I stayed stretched.  That's the reason for the diaper; my
sphincter was taking time to come back to normal and he didn't want me
dribbling all over the office.  He had a speculum in me part of the time,
holding my hole open.  Once he'd gotten that in, he took steel balls and
dropped them in the opening like a kid putting coins in a piggy bank.  I
thought my intestines would fall out.  Then he'd fuck me so that his cock
pushed the balls around inside me.  It was like having a steel wave inside
your gut.  When he got tired of that, he started putting progressively
larger dildos in me.  The biggest one had to be three inches in diameter and
twelve inches long.  He'd get the dildo in and then whip me to help me
ignore the pain in my ass, he said.  And he was right; it worked.  Part of
the time he used wet towels to whip me so that it wouldn't show.  And to
make matters worse, he wet them with salt water so after a while, it
continued to burn even when he took a break."

I hissed in sympathy.  No wonder Duncan looked to be in such bad shape: his
whole body must've ached.  I started to reach through the bars to him but he
shook his head and glanced at the opposite wall.  I understood his warning:
there might be a survcam hidden in the room.  I studied the ceiling and the
walls and saw nothing.  Perhaps Barnes was unconcerned about what his units
did during their down time.  I looked at Duncan and shrugged, shaking my
head.

"I don't see anything," I said.

He held a cupped hand to his ear and the other he curled and held to his
mouth.  Ah, the room could be miked.  I nodded.

"We'd better eat," I said.

I could see that he really just wanted to go to sleep but I also knew that
we might not be fed in the morning so we'd better get our nourishment while
we could.

"C'mon 059.  Eat your chow.  Gotta keep your strength up," I said, trying to
get him to eat.

I decided it would be prudent to use his unit number rather than his name
when speaking to him.  No sense taking any more chances.  He looked at the
food, standard dry unit feed and shrugged.

"They might not feed us in the morning.  You'd better eat," I pressed.

"Yeah," he said.  "I suppose you're right."

We bent to our bowls and ate the food.  It had almost no flavor but at least
it was crunchy so it satisfied the need to chew something.  And it was
filling and nutritious.  We finished our food, drank more water to wash it
down and stretched out to try to get some sleep.  I stretched my fingers
through the bars and touched Duncan's hand.  We said nothing more and
eventually I drifted off to a troubled sleep.

I awakened with a start, feeling that someone was watching me.  It took me a
few moments to get my bearings and remember where I was.  I checked Duncan
and he was still asleep, snoring softly.  Then I looked through the door of
my kennel and saw Bill standing there, staring at me.

"I hope you slept," he said coldly.  "You're going to need to be fresh
today.  Mr. Barnes has need of your services."

I shuddered.  Did he want me today?  Was he going to do to me what he'd done
to Duncan?  The thought made my asshole clench in fear.  Then I looked back
at Bill and realized he was still staring at me.  What did he want?

"Sir?" I asked.

"What?  Oh nothing," he said, shaking his head and seeming to come back to
himself.  "Let's go.  It's 8:00 and Mr. Barnes wants you in his office in
half an hour.  Wake your friend up and do your business.  I'll bring fresh
water for you."

He took our bowls and left.  I roused Duncan from his sleep and he groaned
as he rolled over and stretched.  I could see that his skin was inflamed but
the welts had faded somewhat, blending in with the burn that covered his
back as a result of the salt-water towels.  It must have burned like fire.
He carefully got to his hands and knees, removed his diaper and waited,
watching the door.  I mimicked him, waiting with a hollow of dread in my
belly.  What hell did Barnes have in store for us today?  In a few moments,
Bill came back with the water bowls.

"Hurry up and drink.  Make sure you piss when you're finished with your
water.  Mr. Barnes will be furious if you wet his carpet."

We gave our "yes sirs" and bent to drink the water in our bowls.  When we'd
drunk our fill, each of us moved to the hole in the floor at the back of our
cages and emptied our bladders.  Then Bill opened our doors and called us
out.  Once again, he put a collar and leash on Duncan but allowed me (or
forced me, depending on your point of view) to walk upright.  Crawling as he
was, at least Duncan didn't have to expose himself as much and he didn't
have to recognize people and know they were gawking at him, laughing behind
his back or exchanging horrified whispers.

As we moved through the office, I found myself wondering how I could have
missed the reality of what was done to LEA units.  Oh yes, there were always
rumors about what went on at centers and in offices where LEA "help" was
utilized but why had I never seen it myself?  I suppose  Barnes had been
less public in his use of units prior to this.  Maybe it was his new-found
connections at the Authority that emboldened him; maybe he just didn't give
a fuck anymore.  There had been stories about his sadistic nature and his
abuse of units but that had always been kept out of view for his employees.
Maybe he really did hate me and that, together with the other factors, made
him willing to humiliate me in public by parading me around.

We rode the elevator upstairs and went down the hall to Mr. Barnes' office.
It appeared that Barnes had called an early meeting of some of the more
senior members of the team because a group of them were leaving the
conference room next to his office as we approached.  I recognized many of
them and flushed a deep red, dropping my eyes to avoid their stares.  But I
couldn't shut out the silence as we passed, followed by a low rustle of
whispers that came in our wake.  I couldn't catch the words but I could
easily imagine:

"Shocking isn't it?  I guess that's our warning to watch your step!  I can't
believe it happened to him."

We entered Mr. Barnes' office and found him at the conference table with a
group of subordinates and some visitors in what was obviously a business
meeting.  Bill directed us move to the side of Barnes but away from the
table and pushed me to my knees.  He ordered 059 to kneel up beside me.  We
assumed the appropriate position, hands clasped behind our necks, heads
bowed, legs spread.  Duncan had positioned himself so that our knees were
touching as we knelt there.  At least we had the comfort of one another.
Barnes ignored us for several minutes as he talked and discussion around the
table ensued.  Finally, when the meeting subject seemed to be resolved,
action items assigned and everything was in order, there was a pause.  Then
Barnes spoke.

"Gentlemen, you may have noticed the two units my assistant brought in?" he
asked loudly.

Affirmatives around the table and I knew that all eyes were turned on us.

"The unit on the right, the one that came in on his hands and knees, is a
long-time ward of the Authority.  He is guilty of sexual assault; some sort
of fraternity hazing activity from his college days.  He was sent to me by
the Authority a number of years ago but complained to his masters of my
treatment and so was removed.  Well now I have him back and am showing him
that I can indeed take care of units like him.  Isn't that so boy?" he said.

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir," 059 said, keeping his head down.

I sensed a tremor that ran through his body.  He didn't dare contradict
Barnes lest he suffer even more.  What would it matter what happened to
Barnes if he killed a unit or permanently injured him?  There'd probably be
no punitive measures anyway; since it was obvious that Barnes had acquired
connections very high up in the Authority.  Barnes grunted and continued.

"And this unit," he said, obviously referring to me, "this unit was one of
our own..."

There were murmurs around the table.

"Yes, he used to be part of my own staff..."

Stretching the truth just a little but who's keeping track?

"He was engaging in a bit of fast play with his child support payments.
Siphoning off funds for his own benefit..."

More murmurs.  The fact that he was withholding my part of the story wasn't
the least bit surprising.  But then, I suppose my part of the story was no
defense anyway.  The plain fact was, I had been withholding part of my
obligation to the Authority.

"An embezzler and a cheat," Barnes said, his voice rising.  "So the
Authority, with my help, brought him to justice."

I glanced up, startled.  Was Barnes bragging or had he really turned me in?
How would he have known anyway?  I'd never mentioned my plan to move to
Idaho and open a diner to anyone else.  How could he possibly have known?
He looked sharply at me when our eyes met and I knew that I'd made another
mistake.  I should have controlled myself.  When would I learn to master my
emotions?  I looked down quickly, hanging my head even farther, hoping that
it would convey the appropriate sense of shame.  I was hoping that I might
avoid the worst of his wrath if I could disguise my surprise at his claim.
Above all else, Barnes did not want to be made to look a fool or a liar,
especially in front of others.  He paused and the hair on the back of my
neck stood up as my skin crawled.  The hollow in the pit of my stomach and
the silence told me I was going to pay dearly for my lack of self-control.
Shit!  Finally, Mr. Barnes went on.

"This scum, this criminal who betrays his family and his country, has been
returned to me, to us, to pay for his crimes.  This is what happens to those
who defy society and the Authority gentlemen!"

More murmurs around the table.  I picked up some words: disgusting, cheat,
traitor.  Then I did hang my head in shame because I knew that those who had
been my peers now looked on me as the lowest of the low.

"Well gentlemen.  That concludes the meeting.  If you'd like to convey your
contempt for those who defy the Authority as you leave the room, feel free,"
Mr. Barnes said.

Rising from his chair, he walked to us.  He stood there a moment, slapped my
face and then spit on me.  I was stunned and humiliated by both the blow and
the saliva running down my cheek.  He did the same to Duncan.  Then the
attendees each got up and followed his lead.  We were slapped and spat upon
by each one until our faces were red and stinging and dripping with their
spit, which ran down our faces and dripped into our mouths.

Once all the other attendees had gone, Barnes ordered Bill to take us to his
private room.  As I rose to my feet, my whole body was trembling.  I was
deeply afraid.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 24

Bill led us into the room and closed the door.  He yanked Duncan's leash and
pulled him to the closet hiding the cross.  Opening the doors, he forced
Duncan to stand and face the cross.  Then he proceeded to shackle him to the
large X.  He also wrapped leather straps around Duncan's chest, thighs and
upper arms, pinning him even more securely to the apparatus.  This I found
curious.  Duncan could now see what was happening in the room only by
craning his neck and looking sidelong over his shoulder.  He twisted around
to look at me and I could see fear in his eyes.  That only served to make me
tremble that much more.  What on earth did Barnes have in store for us
today?

Bill got a large butt plug from the cabinet, lubed it and went back to
Duncan.  He ran his lubed fingers up and down Duncan's crack and then pushed
them into his hole, making my lover grunt.

"Good boy," Bill murmured.

Then he took the plug and pushed it between Duncan's mounds, pushing
steadily until Duncan groaned and whimpered as the cone stretched his sore
sphincters and invaded his rectum.  Duncan rolled his head back and I could
see him breathing as he struggled to relax his rings to give the intruder
easier access.  Finally, the plug made its way past his gates and they
snapped shut around its flange.  I could see the base of the plug clutched
between his ass cheeks and I watched it pulse as he tried to adjust to its
girth.  Bill slapped Duncan's butt one more time.

"Good boy," he said and turned toward me.

Bill came back to me, buckled a wide collar around my neck, hooked a leash
to it and shoved me to my hands and knees.

"Heel dog," he barked and jerked the leash.

He led me to the raised bench.

"Up!" he ordered.

I got to my feet and started to straddle the bench.

"On your back!" he snapped.

I looked at him incredulously and a slap of the leash across my rump
convinced me he was serious.  I climbed onto the bench, sat on one end and
lay back.  Fortunately, it was wide enough that I wasn't balancing
precariously, but there was no support for my arms and legs.  Bill put
leather cuffs on my wrists and straightening my right arm out from the
shoulder, stretched it back until there was no further it would go.  Then he
tied a rope to the cuff and tied the other end to a hook in the bench.  He
bound my left arm in the same way.  It was most uncomfortable.  My arms were
pulled back, my chest was pushed up and I could hardly move.  Next, Bill put
shackles around my ankles and hooked them to chains looped over a winch
mounted to the ceiling.  He used a remote to activate the winch, drawing the
chains up until my legs were raised at a 90 degree angle and spread wide.
Finally, he took a wide leather strap, wrapped it around my stomach and
fastened me to the bench.  I could barely move and I knew I was going to be
sore by the time this was over, if for no other reason than the awkward
position I was in.  Somehow I had an idea that this wouldn't be the worst
that was done to me today.

Bill came around to the end where my head was and ordered me to open my
mouth.  When I obeyed, he placed a metal bit between my teeth and pulled a
harness over my head, buckling it on.  I was bridled like a horse and that
was the end of any intelligible speech from me.  He rubbed some ointment on
my nipples, saying that it would help to soften them up because Mr. Barnes
liked soft tits.  Then he used a pump to affix clear suction tubes to my
nipples.  My implants had already given me large tits but the pneumatic
tubes made them even larger.

Bill took a stretcher and pulled on my balls as he wrapped the stretcher
around my sac, snapping it on.  I heard five snaps and realized that this
was a wide band indeed.  Of course, the pain shooting up into my abdomen
from my distended testicles told me that.  Finally, he lubed my hole and
shoved a butt plug inside me.  I was accustomed to taking a plug or a cock
by this time.  Duncan and my Administrator had trained me well.  I had only
the mildest discomfort as this one went in and my sphincter stretched to
accommodate it.  Imagining Mr. Barnes' larger tool, I knew that I would be
entertaining it all too soon and his invasion would be considerably less
comfortable.

The next thing Bill did I didn't understand.  He took a plastic bucket and
filled it with what looked like water from a tank affixed to the wall.  He
brought the bucket over and placed it beside the bench upon which I was
splayed.

"There, that should keep you until Mr. Barnes' schedule is clear to spend a
little time with you," Bill said, rubbing my butt with the palm of his hand.
  "I've wanted to fuck you for years.  Such a nice firm ass," he said,
slapping it hard and making me yelp.  "Of course, I'd have been sent away
myself if I'd done anything out of line.  But since you're a unit now,
you're fair game.  The idea of dicking that ass of yours while you're tied
up is so, so tempting.  Just wait my boy.  I'll be in you, fucking your
lights out."

He slapped me hard again and turned toward Duncan, who was looking back at
us, his eyes blazing.

"And you," Bill said, walking back to where Duncan hung from the cross.  "I
believe he may be allowing you to relax a little today.  After all, he
doesn't want to loose you again.  That would break his heart."

Bill was stroking and grabbing Duncan's ass, twisting and digging into the
flesh.  Duncan gritted his teeth and rolled his head back.  I could see the
muscles in his back rippling as he tried to adjust to the pain.  It must
have hurt terribly after the beating he'd received yesterday.

"I think he's going to give you the pleasure of listening to him work your
friend over.  You'll get some idea of what he experienced yesterday
listening to you," Bill said, suddenly letting go of the handful of flesh he
was grasping and giving Duncan a hard slap on his butt.

"Thank you sir," Duncan grunted.

He hadn't forgotten what was expected of a unit.

"Good boy," Bill said, sliding his hand over Duncan's ass.  "Maybe soon I'll
have a chance to try out that ass of yours too.  So far Mr. Barnes has told
me `no' but maybe soon he'll let me have just one go at it.  What do you
think boy?  Would you like that?"

"Yes sir, thank you sir," Duncan replied dutifully.

"Good," Bill cooed.  "I like a compliant unit."

Bill gave Duncan another hard swat, leaving a pink handprint on his butt and
left.  Duncan twisted his head back to look at me.  I saw the love in his
eyes and the fear.  I saw the worry.  I tried to communicate a nonchalance
to him.  It will be alright, I tried to tell him with my eyes.  As long as
I'm near you, I'll be alright.  Inside, I was shaking.  Inside, I wasn't so
sure of that.

I watched the clock for awhile and must have gotten bored because the next
thing I knew, I was awakened by the sound of Barnes coming into the room,
followed by his minion.

"Excellent, Bill, excellent.  Two units trussed and waiting.  That's what I
like to see."

He walked to Duncan and wrapped his arms around his chest, pulling his body
up against Duncan's and thrusting against his back as though he were fucking
him.  Duncan grunted as his body was pulled and yanked.  I heard him groan
and realized that Barnes must have been working his tits as he leaned his
head forward and chewed on Duncan's neck.  He thrust a couple more times
with his hips, shook Duncan's tits and then released him.

"Excellent," he said and backed away.

Barnes turned toward me and I saw his eyes glitter.  He looked like a snake
that has locked on its prey and I was the mouse, caught helplessly in a trap
with no way to escape.  I knew I was going to be lunch today, just as I had
been yesterday.  But Barnes was much more sadistic, much more intentional
and much more imaginative than any of his underlings.  As I realized that I
was going to suffer greatly for my indiscretion, I began to sweat.

"Well look at this.  Clifford Swainton just where I always wanted him.  I've
waited a long time for this and I'm glad my patience finally paid off.  You
always were such a pussy boy.  I wanted to bust your ass the first time I
laid eyes on you and thanks to your ineptitude, you're giving me the
opportunity in spades.  If you're anything like your friend pinned to the
wall over there, you're going to like this a lot," he said, leering at me
and running his hands over my bound body.

"I won't say you'll enjoy it but you will find out that you're a masochist
at heart and want what I'm going to do to you.  I know a masochist when I
see one," he said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.  "I had you
pegged from day one.  You thought you were going to get away from the
Authority but you never would have.  Do you want to know why?" he asked,
holding my mouth in his hand.

I wanted to shake my head to the contrary but I knew that would only make
things worse, so I said "Yes" which came out as a guttural grunt and nodded
my head.

"Yes, I thought you would.  Because I know how needy you are.  You need to
be controlled.  You need to be put in your place.  You need to be punished.
You're like a dog and running away would have been the death of you because
you'd've had no one to take care of you.  Fortunately, you telegraphed your
intentions to the Authority and they intervened to keep you from making the
biggest mistake of your life.  Now you're back where you belong and I'm
going to see to it that you're properly taken care of.  This is where you
always belonged: you just didn't know it.  After today, you'll know it and
you'll thank me for showing you the truth.  You'll be begging me to keep you
and care for you the rest of your life."

He unbuckled the harness around my head and pulled the bit from my mouth.

"I really want to be able to communicate clearly with you boy, at least this
first time.  Perhaps after this, we can stay with the bit because we'll both
understand our positions.  But for now, I want to be able to understand you
and I know you want to be understood.  Isn't that so boy?"

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir," I answered, feeling wary.

"Good.  Now first, I want you to tell me why you're here," he said, once
again stroking my face and hair.

I felt like a little boy being asked to tell his father what he'd done that
day.

"Sir, I was trying to cheat the Authority."

"Why boy?"

"Sir, I wanted to run away."

"Do you know how wrong it is to try and run away?  Don't you realize the
Authority cares for you?"

"Yes sir, I know it's wrong.  I was foolish."

I felt utterly humiliated having to confess this to this man who had been my
boss.

"And what happens to people who are foolish?"

"Sir, they're taken under care and punished."

For some reason, the humiliation of this statement found its way to my cock,
which was beginning to rise up toward the ceiling.

"Why punished boy?"

"Sir, so that they can learn they were wrong.  So they can be better
people."

"Better what boy?"

"I'm sorry sir: better units sir.  So that we can better serve society."

"Are you better now boy?"

"Yes sir," I said foolishly.

"What?" he roared.  "You think you're better?  Have you been punished
enough?  Have you learned how foolish you were?"

"No sir," I said quickly, trying to backtrack.  "I'm still foolish.  I still
have lessons to learn."

"Do you need to be punished?"

"Yes sir, I need to be punished sir."

"Do you want to be punished boy?"

"Yes sir.  I want to be punished sir."

"Then ask me for it."

"Sir?" I asked stupidly.

"Ask me for it; ask me to punish you as you deserve," he said coldly.

"Please sir, will you punish me sir?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I need it sir."

"Why?" he asked.

The answer was on the tip of my tongue but I didn't want to say it.  I
didn't want to demean myself further and give him what he wanted.  But there
was no way out and I was almost beginning to believe the words he was
forcing me to say.

"Because I'm a bad boy sir," I said quietly.

"I couldn't hear you boy.  What did you say?"

"Because I'm a bad boy sir," I said much more loudly.  "I need to be
punished because I'm a bad boy."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Please punish me sir.  Please punish me because I'm a bad boy and deserve
to be punished.  I need to be punished."

Sweat was running off my face and body and I could see Duncan straining his
neck trying to see what was going on.  The tension made the muscles in his
back ripple and twitch.

"Very well boy; because you asked so nicely and sincerely, I will give you
what you want and need," Barnes said, removing his jacket and rolling up his
sleeves.

I lay there on the bench, my arms spread and pulled back and down, my legs
high and wide, my genitals, butt and asshole exposed.  Fear rose in my
belly, bringing bile up into the back of my throat.  Knowing what he'd done
to Duncan yesterday, I was certain that I would be unable to stand and
barely able to move without pain by the end of my ordeal.  I swallowed hard,
trying to push the acid back down my throat.

"Good.  Let's get started.  How about a nice warm-up?" Barnes said, smiling
coldly at me.

"Thank you sir," I answered, drawing a deep breath and trying to prepare
myself for whatever was to come.

Mr. Barnes went to his cupboard and selected a flogger.  The leather straps
were about half an inch wide and a foot and a half long.  They made a slight
rustling sound as he walked back to where I lay, strangely crucified.  He
stood a couple of feet from my exposed ass, planted his feet and I looked up
at the ceiling.  I didn't want to see it coming.  I heard the swish of the
leather cutting through the air and heard the thongs strike my flesh as the
impact registered in my brain, making me squeal in pain.  There was a pause.

"You forgot to count boy.  That means I'll have to start over," my tormentor
said.

"One sir, thank you sir," I shouted.

He chuckled grimly.

"Too late boy.  You'd better do better the next time or you'll never get up
from this bench.  Gratitude should be expressed immediately to be sincere."

Again the swish.  Again the impact.  Again the cry.

"One sir, thank you sir," I shouted.

Swish,  Searing pain.

"Two sir, thank you sir."

The beating went on.  Some strokes caught my stretched scrotum, adding an
additional dimension to the pain as my hard, vulnerable testicles were
flayed.  How long was this going to continue?  I realized he hadn't told me
how many strokes he was planning on delivering.  It seemed the counting was
only to keep him entertained as the pitch of my voice rose in tandem with
the level of the building fire in my ass.  Then he stopped at seventy-five
blows.  Was he finished?  He picked up a towel, wiped his brow and took a
drink from a water bottle.  Then he smiled glitteringly at me and I
shuddered as I saw the animus in his eyes.  He held up the flogger and then
dipped it into the bucket of water.  Suddenly I knew what it was: salt
water.

Once again, I heard the whoosh and saw the droplets flying from the lash.  I
felt it strike my reddened, swollen flesh and felt a fire unlike any I'd
felt before.  The salty water was driven into my inflamed skin and I
screamed in pain, the scream tearing at my throat as the leather ripped into
my body.  Flames licked my balls, the mounds of my ass and the backs of my
thighs.  There was no room in my mind for any intelligence or words; only my
animal cry filled the recesses of my brain.  From somewhere far away, I
heard a voice I knew.

"No!" screamed Duncan.  "Stop it!  Stop it.  Beat me instead.  Let him go!"

More blows came in rapid succession as I continued to scream, the sound of
my cries mixing with Duncan's shouts of protest.  Then there was a pause.  I
lay there crying and gasping for breath, my body completely rigid in
anticipation of more pain.  As I began to realize that the beating had
stopped and began to release the tension in my muscles, settling back onto
the bench, I also became aware that Barnes was speaking to Duncan.

"...you've both made grave mistakes these past two days.  Now I know for
certain that you've both crossed the bounds of what's permitted for units of
the LEA."

"No," Duncan said desperately.  "Please sir.  Please don't.  Please!" he
begged.

"You don't understand do you?  You have no say in the matter.  If I choose
to report you to your Administrator, I will.  Of course, I also know the
penalty you'd face and I'd hate to lose two such enjoyable assets," he said,
slipping into an unctuous voice.  "Perhaps I can be persuaded to keep my
mouth shut," he said, jerking up on the base of the plug that filled
Duncan's ass.

Duncan grunted and arched his back.

"Yes sir.  Please sir; tell me what I can do.  How can I serve you?" Duncan
said, his voice tight with emotion and discomfort as Barnes pulled on the
plug.

"Well I like your attitude boy.  Let me think about it.  Yes, maybe we can
reach an agreement and your little secret will be safe."

"Thank you sir," Duncan said with even more strain in his voice.

I knew that Barnes was pulling hard on the plug, pressing the width of its
flange hard against Duncan's sphincters.  Then Duncan gasped and I could
tell that Barnes had released his grip on the plug.

"Now I think it's time for your friend to discover the truth about my power,
don't you boy?  You've had the opportunity to become intimately acquainted
with my strength.  I think it's his turn, don't you?  I've been waiting a
long time for this."

Barnes was now standing beside me.  In his hand he held a trio of alligator
clamps joined by chains.  He pulled the suction tubes from my nipples,
exposing the swollen nubs, which were the size of the last joint of a man's
little finger.

"I love a unit with big tits," he said, pushing them in circles with his
fingers, making me draw a sharp breath of pleasure.  Part of every unit's
training was to form and reinforce a connection between his tits and his
groin.

Barnes continued manipulating my nipples and I arched my back in pleasure,
moaning and shivering as he worked them.  Then he squeezed them hard and
pulled them away from my chest, making me groan.

"Now let's have the initiation," he said and I felt a different shiver race
down my spine.

He took two of the clamps and fastened them onto my swollen tits, the teeth
biting into the red skin and drawing blood.  I whimpered and lifted my
pelvis in a vain effort to distract myself from the pain shooting through my
chest.  Then he took the third clamp and grabbed my cock.  He rolled my
foreskin, which had retracted behind the corona, over the head of my cock
and clamped it with the third clamp as I hissed in pain.  My cock and
nipples were now joined by clamps and every movement of my body sent jolts
of pain through my frame.  For some reason, my penis was responding by
getting harder and throbbing.  Each pulse tightened the chains and pulled on
my bleeding nipples.  Barnes took my rigid column in his hand and pulled on
it rhythmically, rattling the chain and my nervous system with each shock of
sexual torment.

"You respond well boy.  You've been well-trained.  I'm pleased.  I've always
thought you'd make a fine sex worker.  I'm glad I'm getting to finally see
you in action."

Even in my pain, I flushed scarlet from the top of my head to my toes.  To
think that he'd think that one of his managers would be a good sex worker;
to think of him imagining me naked and bound like this with him amusing
himself by playing with my body was humiliating.  But he didn't give me much
time to dwell on my humiliation.  He let go of my cock and took hold of the
plug that was keeping my hole ready for him.

"Time for this morning's main event," he said.

He took a hit from a nasal spray bottle.  I knew it was an erection enhancer
and that this was going to be a long, painful fuck.  After allowing the
spray to begin coursing through his bloodstream, he began to pull steadily
on the plug and I groaned and gasped as its girth parted my sphincter,
shooting fire through my torso.  I panted, trying to use my breath to
control the pain and then moaned as the widest part left my body and my
muscles closed over the retreating cone.  In a short time, it was out of me.
  Barnes stood beside me, looking down at my face.

"I've been told I have a sizable cock, boy.  There are those who say that
the guys with the biggest dicks are the ones with the top offices.  Well
from what I've seen, I'm one of the top guys around and you're about to find
out just how important I am," Barnes said, his eyes narrowing and glinting.
"I've waited a long time for this."

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir," I answered.

I began to shiver.  I knew what he'd done to Duncan.  I knew what he was
like.  Obviously, I'd never seen his cock but I believed his claim and I
knew that I was about to be fucked by a man with a large cock, a larger ego
and a sadistic nature to top it all off.  As if reading my mind, he unzipped
his slacks and extracted his penis from inside.  My eyes must have widened
significantly.  Since being inducted into the LEA, I'd seen a lot of cocks,
but I'd never seen one like this.  It was already stiff and pre-cum was
dripping from the piss-slit.  It looked to be ten inches long and as big
around as a beer bottle.  The head was dark purple and stood on its shaft
like the head of a battering ram.  It flared out where it attached to the
column of flesh and looked like a plum mounted on a pole.

"I see you're impressed.  That's good; you should be.  I've been wanting to
plant this in your ass for years.  Now that I have the chance I intend to
really enjoy it.  I wish I could say that you would too.  But that's really
not important, is it...boy!"

He spat out the last, driving home for me once again how far I'd fallen
since working for the man.  He moved between my legs and prepared to assault
my ass.

"Would you like me to put this in you boy?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I answered obediently.

"Then ask for it properly, cunt!" he ordered.

"Please sir, will you fuck me sir," I asked.

"I don't know.  I'm not convinced you want it enough.  Maybe I should fuck
your friend instead," he said, stepping back a step.

"No!  Please sir," I begged, trying to sound earnest.  "Please fuck me sir.
Please put your cock inside this worthless unit."

"That's better.  I suppose I might be persuaded by that plea," he smirked as
he stepped close again.

"Hold still boy," he ordered, slapping my butt hard.

With that, he grabbed my hips to steady my body, pushed against me and I
felt the hot head of his penis against my puckered rosebud.  I started
breathing deeply and to push down to open myself to what I knew was coming.
As he pressed into me, my flesh parted, willingly at first.  Then it began
to burn as it was stretched wider than it ever had been by the flare of his
helmet.  He didn't pause or wait for me to adjust; he just kept coming as I
gasped and groaned.  Inch after inch.  It felt as though he were putting his
hand inside me.  I panted and whimpered and then began to cry as the pain
refused to ease.  It felt like my rectum was being torn apart and I imagined
I could hear the flesh ripping.  Finally, I felt his pubes against the
burning cheeks of my ass; he was in!  But still the pain would not lessen.
What made matters worse was that my whipped and stretched balls were caught
between his pelvis and my body and being crushed in the middle.  Then he
grabbed hold of my thighs and began to thrust.  The only lube was what was
left behind from that which Bill had applied to the plug and that wasn't
much.  It seemed as though I could feel every vein and ridge on his penis as
he ravaged my hole.  Each stroke felt as though it were straightening my
intestines and ramming into my stomach.  His hips slammed against my sore
butt and the shudderings of my body made the clamps on my cock and nipples
pull, adding to my agony.

Eventually, the pain blended into the pleasurable sensations of having his
cock sliding over my prostate.  I found that if I concentrated on that
latter, the pain didn't seem so bad.  The problem with that was it made my
cock throb which caused the teeth of the clamps to dig into my nips.  But as
the fucking went on, I found that the pain in my nipples was becoming
arousing as well.  Barnes was converting me into a pain pig.  Suddenly I
wanted more.

"Please sir.  Please fuck me harder," I cried, arching my back to tighten
the chains and make the clamps bite more deeply.  "Fuck me.  Fuck me!
Please hurt me sir!"

Master Barnes threw his head back and laughed a mirthless laugh.

"I knew you were a natural pig!" he crowed.  "I just had to prove it to
you!"

As he renewed his fuck, he began to slap my ass, reinforcing the pain of the
beating he'd given me earlier, each thrust of his cock accompanied by a hard
slap to stinging flesh.  I fell into his rhythm and arched my back with each
blow so that all sensations came at once; slap, thrust, clamps.  I began to
pant hard and moan as an energy gathered itself in my pelvis finally to be
unleashed as his thrusts turned machine gun and he roared in exultation
before collapsing on top of my punished, grateful body.

To be continued.