Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2006 03:14:08 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Executive Slave - Part 12

Author:	White Collar

Title:	Executive Slave -- Part 12 (M/M, B&D, Humiliation)

Date:	January 25, 2006

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

Be careful and be alive - White Collar


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

Joseph seemed to have retreated into a glassy-eyed state of shock by the
time Malloy wrapped a collar around his neck with a tag on it, which read
"slaveboy -- property of the Barnes Corporation".  Then we were led to the
cages.  Malloy motioned Joseph and me into one cage and 059 and 073 into the
other.  There was unit chow there and after he cast a jaundiced eye on it, I
recommended to Joseph that he eat it or he'd be extremely hungry by morning
and all they'd offer us would be more of the same.  When he picked up the
bowl as if he was going to scoop the chow with his hand I quickly tapped him
on the shoulder and silently shook my head.  So, with a reluctant sigh, he
got down on his hands and knees and bent his face to the bowl as the tag on
his collar clinked against the side.  I ate my feed and when we'd finished,
we stretched out together.

I snuggled up against his back and threw my arm over him.  I knew he'd been
traumatized and the full import of what was happening hadn't yet sunk in.
But I wasn't at all surprised when I felt him shaking and trembling with
fear and sadness.

"It's okay to cry," I said, stroking his chest and touching his nipples.
"Don't hold back.  I'll do as much as I can to help you through this."

"Why?" he asked, his voice cracking.   "Why is he doing this to me?  I have
a family.  What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"You didn't do anything," I said.  "He's doing it because he can."

He finally drifted off to sleep and sometime during the night, while he was
sleeping, he parted his legs and allowed me to enter him.  It was the only
comfort I could give.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 31

When I awoke, I found the head of my very erect cock was slowly sliding up
and down inside Joseph's ass crack, lubed by my own pre-cum.  I was mildly
surprised to be in this position because, ever since coming under the
Authority's custody, I'd always considered myself a catcher.  Perhaps things
were changing for me.  I gently stroked his chest and rubbed his nipples
(alright -- I couldn't help myself) and he began to stir.  Then, as his pulse
began to quicken, I could feel him tense up as he felt something he was
unaccustomed to parting his ass cheeks and he remembered what had happened
to him.  He jerked away from me and crashed against the bars of the cage,
crying out in his shock and fear.

"Easy," I whispered, reaching out to try and quiet him.  "Just take it easy.
  You need to be calm."  I felt him shudder with dread and start to squirm
away from me.

"No!" he said vehemently and fearfully.  Then, after a pause: "How could he
have done this to me?" he asked, shrinking away from me.  "What will become
of me?  What about my wife and kids?"

"I don't know what he intends but that he didn't have you taken into
Authority care implies he may just be intending to use you here and let you
go home at night."

"How could I do that?" he whispered savagely.  "How could I go home to my
wife, knowing I'm his sex slave during the day?  How could I face my kids
knowing my boss forces his cock up my ass?  It's hard enough being almost
indentured by the company but to literally be fucked by your boss -- I don't
think I could bear facing my wife and kids."

"Think about it," I replied.  "You put it in a compartment and leave it here
when you go home.  It's what you do to keep your family out of ruin and it's
what you do to be able to stay with them.  I can promise you, you don't want
to be taken into the custody of the Authority."

"But all my co-workers will know," he cried softly.  "They'll be laughing at
me every day."

"I know," I said quietly.  I didn't want to kid him: he knew Barnes's
reputation and there was no point in trying to paint a rosy picture.  The
best he could hope for was to satisfy Barnes until he might decide to let
him go to return to a "normal" life.  I reached out and stroked his
now-smooth chest and he flinched.

"You'd better get used to this," I said  "Barnes will expect you to be fully
compliant with his every whim and, trust me, his whims can be very
unpleasant.  But he will certainly expect you to make your body available
with no sign of hesitation or disgust.  Besides, aren't you really bent?
Isn't that why you reacted the way you did and that caused him to single you
out?"

I felt bad for saying this because it was almost like I was blaming him for
attracting Barnes's attention.  Bent or not, he certainly didn't want to be
forced into sexual slavery to a man as despicable as Barnes.

"I-I suppose you're right," he whispered.  "I just never wanted to admit it
and I certainly never wanted to be exposed.  And the last thing I ever
wanted was to be Barnes's sex slave and put on exhibition in front of the
entire company!  In front of my co-workers and my subordinates."

"Well you're exposed and on exhibition now boy," I chuckled and once again
he flinched.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, realizing I wasn't being very sensitive.  "I
don't mean to sound uncaring.  But you'll find that it's a lot easier to
accept who and what you are and acquiesce to his wishes than to fight him.
If you piss him off, he can really mess up your life.  At least you're still
officially a free man..."

"Even though he owns my ass," Joseph said bitterly.

"Even though he owns your ass," I admitted.  "But you're still free to go
home at night.  My home is gone; I belong to the Authority and will never be
free again."

"You're right," he said.  "It's just hard for me to get used to."

"Well let me help you," I said and reached around his body to rub his
nipples.  "You have a hell of a lot to learn and the best place to start is
learning to accept having a man's hands on you."

I could feel him tense up and draw a quick, shallow breath.

"Breathe deeply and try to relax; you'll find it can be very pleasant when
you don't fight it.  Hell, I was straight before the Authority twisted me.
You have to admit you've dreamed about having sex with men.  Just go with it
for now.  When the time comes, I'll try to help you with the less pleasant
parts of your new job."

Joseph followed my coaching and began to take deep breaths.  Soon, he was
pressing himself against me and panting and moaning as I lightly worked his
nipples.  Then I pinched hard and twisted them, causing him to groan.

"This is the beginning of your training.  Nipples are a favorite of Barnes's
and believe me, he will torture your tits.  I'm trying to do my job and
start getting you accustomed to it.  The correct response is `Thank you
sir'."

"Thank you sir," he said through gritted teeth.

"Good," I encouraged him.  "Never forget to say thank you.  If you do, it'll
probably get you some pretty awful punishment.  And believe me, they have
ways of punishing you that are beyond your imagination and almost beyond
enduring."  Saying this, I gave his nipples a hard tug and a twist.

"Thank you sir," he gasped.

"Good boy," I said

I moved my hands up and down his flanks, making him shudder and then I
grabbed the melons of his ass and kneaded them hard, causing him to squirm
in my grip.

"Relax into the pain," I whispered in his ear as I worked his glutes.

"Yes sir," he husked.  "Thank you sir.  I'm trying... I'm trying..."

>From his breathing, I could tell he was trying and was beginning to be
aroused: a good sign for a new slave.  I clutched his testicles and
squeezed, making him gasp with the mixture of pleasure, danger and pain.
Then I felt his hips begin a rapid fire jerking.

"Not now," I said sternly.  "Control yourself boy.  You're not allowed to
come until Mr. Barnes gives you permission."

"Oh God," he said hoarsely.  "Please stop.  Please let me come," he
whimpered.

"No," I said and pinched the tip of his cock hard, aborting his orgasm while
he mewled like a hungry infant.

I was about to begin working on his pucker when the kennel door opened and
the guards came in bearing our bowls.

"Breakfast and water," Malloy said, placing bowls in the cage Joseph and I
were housed in.

Sommers and Shaiman placed bowls in 059's and 073's cage   Joseph showed
some residual distaste for the slave chow but, with a grimace, apparently
resigned himself and bent over his food, the clinking of his slave tag
against the metal bowl making a cheerful sound that was at odds with our
surroundings.

Malloy was watching us and, as Joseph bent to eat, he said "Put your hands
behind your back slave.  Mr. Barnes wants you eating with your hands behind
your back."  He banged his truncheon on the cage for emphasis.

Joseph sat back on his heels and gripped one hand in the other behind his
back.  Then he bent once again to eat.  Being unpracticed at eating in this
position, he fell forward, face first, into the bowl.  The three guards
howled with laughter.

"This slave's so stupid he can't even eat right.  I think we'll have to hose
him down after he's finished with his slop," Malloy laughed.

Joseph flushed scarlet, knowing he'd been set up for further humiliation and
knowing that this wouldn't be the last of it.  He tried to balance himself
and struggled to get his mouth into the bowl without having his face in it.
He was only about half-finished when Malloy said that feeding time was over
and it was time to get ready to exercise.  Mr. Barnes had ordered that his
new slave and the three units exercise in the company gym for a couple of
hours, supervised by Malloy and the rest of the guard trio.

"Out of the kennels, all of you," Malloy ordered.  "Kneel up!"

We three units complied, exiting the cages and assuming the appropriate
position on our knees, hands behind backs, heads bowed, thighs spread.
Joseph was learning to take his cues from us and quickly followed suit but
he still was a bit slower than the rest of us.  Malloy began to circle him,
slapping his baton into the palm of his hand.

"I could punish you for your slowness boy.  You know that, don't you?"

"Yes sir," Joseph whispered hoarsely, his entire body a bundle of clenched
muscles.

Squatting in back of him, Malloy pushed his stick between the new slave's
legs, displacing his cock and balls, making it look as though he had an
obscene black erection.

"Can you think of any reason why I shouldn't punish you boy?" Malloy
demanded.

"No sir, no reason at all," Joseph replied, sweat popping on his forehead.

Malloy tapped his cock and balls with the night stick a couple of times,
making Renault grunt.  Then he pulled the stick back and pushed it into the
slave's hole.

"I could fuck you with this stick couldn't I?"

"Yes sir, you could."

"Would you like it if I did?"

Joseph paused.

"Would you?" Malloy demanded.  "Answer me boy!"

"Yes sir, I'd like it if you fucked me with your stick."

"You want it boy?"

"Yes sir.  I want you to fuck me sir."

"Beg me."

"Please sir.  Please fuck me with your stick."

"Beg me to make you a pussy boy."

"Please sir.  Please make me a pussy boy.  Please fuck me,' Joseph said, his
voice strained.

Malloy stood and smiled, nodding his head.

"No boy.  Not now.  You're just a piece of pussy ass shit and I wouldn't
want to dirty my stick in your cunt."

Once again, Joseph flushed and hung his head in shame.  He'd just begged to
be humiliated and degraded and he knew it.  How could he live with his
shame?

"Put cock cages on all of them," Malloy ordered and Sommers and Shaiman did
as ordered.

Each of us was fitted with a chastity cage in the form of a bent metal tube
welded to a handcuff.  They oiled our cocks before sliding the tubes over
them and then locked the cuffs behind our balls.

Malloy was caging Joseph and as he handled his tackle he began to chuckle.

"I thought you had kids boy?" Malloy asked him.

"Yes sir, I do," Joseph answered, turning red and looking distinctly
uncomfortable as Malloy squeezed his testicles.

"I don't get it," Malloy said, slapping Joseph's dick.  "How did you ever
impregnate your wife with that little thing?  Did you use artificial
insemination or what?"

"No sir," Joseph protested beginning to look angry.  "We did it the natural
way."

"Natural way?  A faggot slave like you?  I can't believe it," Malloy said,
slapping Joseph's cock hard so that it bounced against his belly, making
Joseph gasp.

Malloy slid the tube over Joseph's now soft cock and ratcheted the cuff
closed behind his balls.  Actually, Joseph's cock was on the large side of
average and the glistening head extended out the end of the tube so that it
appeared as though he had a metal sheath with a shiny pink head on the end.
073, being somewhat smaller, hardly showed any head at all while 059 seemed
more like a greasy sausage forced into a too-small chute.  Shaiman was
having a hard time getting the cage on him and 059's face betrayed his
discomfort.  My own dick was also a larger average-sized cock, so the oiled
head protruded from the end of the tube, but only just.

"That will keep you from coming when you shouldn't," Malloy said but I also
knew it was another form of humiliation, as well as a punishment, since any
movement toward becoming erect while wearing the cage would prove rather
uncomfortable.

Once we were all caged, Malloy ordered us to stand.  Leashes were attached
to our collars and we were led from the kennel.

They took us to a service elevator and punched a number that I recognized as
the non-executive employees' gym.  I also remembered that the service
elevator was in the back of the building and the gym was in the front.  This
naturally meant we would be paraded through the halls in our current state:
naked, shaved, collared, leashed and chastity-caged.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 32

They let us walk upright down the hall, probably so that people could get a
full view of us in our naked, humiliating vulnerability.  I saw several
people I'd known in my previous life and some seemed to recognize me and
gave me a look of pity before turning away.  Others I knew just turned away,
too embarrassed or too afraid that, by merely looking at me, they might
become infected with whatever it was that had sent me into custody.  Joseph
was walking ahead of me and I could see his acute embarrassment and
humiliation with every step.  His entire body flushed scarlet with shame.  I
also noticed that he was walking a little strangely, as though he were
trying to avoid having his thighs brush the tube or cuff of his chastity
cage and I figured he was at least partially erect, in spite of the
confinement of his penis.  Since the tube of the cage is curved downward,
any straightening of the flesh trapped inside is going to cause considerable
discomfort.  Unfortunately for Joseph, his proclivity toward arousal when
he's being humiliated works against him doubly.  It seems he was born to be
dominated and, equally unfortunately, Master Barnes had discerned this and
was preying on his new slave's vulnerabilities.  Thus, his humiliation makes
him erect, causing him pain, making him feel more humiliated and thus more
erect.  His gait became increasingly tentative as we walked through the
halls toward the gym.

Finally the doors to the gym came into view.  At least this part of our
humiliation would be over.  But my hopes were snuffed when Malloy tried the
door and found it locked.

"Call upstairs and ask them to send the key down," he ordered Shaiman.  "In
the meantime, we'll just have to wait here in the hall.  You four kneel with
your backs to the wall.  I don't want to take a chance on your making a
break in this crowd."

Indeed, the hall was crowed with people going about their business and
hurrying toward their offices.  So we obediently knelt with our backs to the
wall, thighs spread and hands behind our backs.  Of course, the idea that we
might make a break for it was ludicrous.  We were naked, shaved, caged and
collared.  Where would we go?  Back to the kennels?  Even if we got away
from the guards, an Authority officer would spot any of us in a second and
apprehend us.  No, Malloy's point was to keep us on display for a longer
period.  I'm sure he knew the door would be locked before he tried it.  I
could see that Joseph's resistance continued to erode with each new
humiliation.  Indeed, when I glanced down at his crotch I could see the head
of his dick was an angry, embarrassed purple and pre-cum was dribbling out
in a long, transparent strand onto the floor.  I knew that Malloy would
force him to clean up the puddle with his tongue before he was allowed to go
into the gym.  Bit by bit, albeit rather large bits, he was being
subjugated.  Soon there would be nothing left.  At that point, Barnes would
probably trump up some charge and have him taken into permanent custody.

Malloy moved to stand in front of Joseph and took out his truncheon.

"Looks like you have a problem boy," Malloy said, prodding the swollen head
of Joseph's cock with his stick.  "Do you need some help with this?"

"No sir," Joseph replied, pulling his chin even further into his chest if
that was at all possible.

"You mean you don't have a problem or you don't need help with it?  It
certainly looks like a problem to me.  Doesn't it hurt to have you little
dick trying to stand up straight in that sheath?"

"Yes sir, it hurts sir," Joseph replied, his dick trying in vain to rise
upward.

"I guess it must," Malloy said, rubbing the tip of his club against the tip
of Joseph's cock.  "Look at this; you've gotten slave slime all over my
club.  What should we do about that boy?"

"I-I..." Joseph stammered, not certain of what to say.

I tried to direct the thought into his brain: he wants you to say you'll
lick it off.  He wants you to lick it off.

"I can't hear you boy," Malloy barked causing some of the people passing in
the hall to glance at the group of kneeling slaves and just as quickly look
away in embarrassment.

I'd generally found Malloy to be sympathetic to me as a unit, though always
efficient at his job.  Sometimes I forgot that this was, in fact, his job
and if he didn't do it well, he could be in jeopardy as well.  But sometimes
I wondered if he didn't also get some pleasure out of it, as he seemed to be
doing right now.

"I guess I should clean it off sir," Joseph ventured.

"You guess?" Malloy yelled.  "You guess?  Don't you know what you're
supposed to do, slave scum?"

"Please sir, don't yell.  Please let me lick it off," Joseph squeaked,
clearly beside himself with humiliation and embarrassment.

"Alright.  Open your mouth and start cleaning," Malloy said, holding the end
of his club to the tip of Renault's nose.

Once again, the hapless employee, now converted into slave, flushed scarlet
and opened his mouth.  He touched the tip of his tongue to the truncheon and
licked the pre-cum off of it before Malloy pushed it into his mouth.  Joseph
gagged and choked, sending flecks of sputum into the air as Malloy
face-fucked him with the nightstick.  When he wasn't coughing and gagging,
Joseph was whimpering and there were tears streaming down his face.  He must
have felt so degraded to be kneeling naked in the hall in front of
co-workers while an Authority guard shoved a nightstick down his throat.  I
began to hope that Barnes would decide to induct him fully into slavery.
How could he ever go back to work with these people after this shame?

Finally a building security agent arrived with the key and opened the gym.
Malloy put his night-stick behind Joseph's neck and forced his face to the
floor.

"Clean up your mess on the floor boy," he ordered.  "We don't want to be
creating hazards for the company's employees.  And no one wants to smell
your slime after you're gone."

Dutifully, Joseph licked his pre-cum off the floor.  Then the four of us
were herded inside.  We were ordered to work in pairs with one serving as
spotter while the other worked out on a particular piece of equipment, then
changing places.  It might have been all right had we had the room to
ourselves but bit by bit, singly or in pairs, Barnes Financial Services
employees began to come in for their own workouts.  Because of the way they
looked at us as they come through the doors, I suspected that their bosses
had sent them to the gym specifically to see us.  It may have been to
increase our discomfort or, just as likely, to reinforce the company's power
over its employees lest they forget what could become of them if they fucked
up (or in some cases, failed to be fucked up, depending on who they reported
to and what his proclivities were).

We spent a couple of hours working out under the Authority guards' direction
and then Malloy summoned us to the center of the gym.  Mysteriously, the
employees who had been using the gym seemed to melt away, leaving us alone
with the guards.

"Now we have some special work for you to do.  In a couple of minutes, a new
group of employees will be coming in and you will be assisting them with
their workouts," Malloy said.  "The first thing you will notice is that they
are unclothed (unclothed being what free men were when they had nothing on:
we units were naked when we had nothing on).  They will be going through a
series of exercises and you will be encouraging them.  As they move to each
apparatus, I'll explain your function.  The first station is the squat
machine.  Take your places beneath the machines.  On your backs, heads under
the handles."

Apparently, he wanted us to lie down on our backs beneath the squat machines
so that our heads would be under the butt of the guy using it.  There were
four machines in the gym so each of us, including Joseph, who, technically,
wasn't an LEA unit but was asking no questions and making no objection to
anything he was ordered to do, got down on the floor under the machine.
Four employees entered the gym from the locker room.  As Malloy had said,
all were unclothed.  I knew a couple of them; they had once reported to me.
>From the look coming from one of the others, he apparently knew Joseph.  One
that knew me and the one who must've known Joseph appeared to be extremely
nervous.  They were covering their genitals with their hands and, between
glances at us, were looking up to the places where the surveillance cams
were positioned.  This told me that they were being ensnared in another of
Barnes's traps and would probably find themselves in his service, either as
LEA units or personal slaves.  Barnes had a way of targeting men he regarded
as vulnerable or pliant and taking them into his service for his own
pleasure and sometimes the pleasure of his important clients.  I couldn't
help but wonder if he wouldn't cross a line someday and find himself in
jeopardy.  But today didn't appear to be that day.

The four men huddled with our guards, casting glances our way as Malloy
explained what was to happen.  Soon, the huddle broke up and the four men
came toward us.  The man who had once worked for me (his name was Grossman)
came to the machine I was under.  He was a couple of years older than I and
the hair on his head was already salt-and-pepper.  Still, he kept himself in
good shape and you could still see the hint of a six-pack under the fur on
his belly.  His chest was toned and it seemed that he and whoever his lover
was paid plenty of attention to his nipples: they were like pencil erasers
sticking through the grey fur on his pectorals.  I'd always assumed he was
straight since he wore a wedding band and had pictures of his family on his
credenza.  Still, pictures don't always tell the story; I recalled catching
him in slightly-too-long glances sometimes and wondered if he wasn't hiding
something.  His nervous yet eager looks at my nakedness and the tumescence
of his penis confirmed my earlier suspicions; Grossman was bent and had been
hiding it all these years.  Perhaps Barnes knew; perhaps he'd only suspected
and was using this opportunity to test his hypothesis.  Grossman was, at
this point, probably as lost as Renault was.  Barnes would have him in
vid-disk and would be forcing him into obedience, either under custody or as
an office slave.  Grossman's eyes met mine and he seemed to communicate that
he knew what the outcome would be as much as I did and he was resigned to
his fate.  He took his place in the machine, his man-hole directly above my
head.

The man who had been a co-worker of Joseph's was moving to take his place
above him.  He was younger than the others; probably about thirty, and
seemed much more nervous.  Like the others, he had a wedding band on his
left hand but it seemed to be another example of a man hiding his bentness
behind a marriage.  He was acutely embarrassed by his lack of clothing and
had a difficult time keeping his eyes off Joseph's naked and newly shaved
body.  He couldn't take his eyes away from Joseph's stripped crotch and the
smoothness of his pubes as well as the metal device in which his dark penis
and balls were imprisoned.  He was quite reluctant to get closer and shrank
back, only to back into Malloy, who urged him to take his position.

"No, please," he whispered.  "Please don't make me do this.  I can't; I have
a wife and children.  Please don't do this to me!"

"Mr. Barnes doesn't care about your wife and kids, Fuller.  Get on that
machine and get started," Malloy ordered.

"Please, please," he whimpered but Malloy man-handled him into place.

"Squat!" he ordered and Fuller bent his trembling legs, lowering himself
toward Joseph's open mouth.

Each of the men followed suit, some with obviously more enthusiasm than
others.  Fuller kept his eyes on the surveillance cams, seeming to realize
that this would be used against him.  Grossman's ass lips descended toward
my mouth and as soon as I felt the warm flesh against my lips I kissed them
and inserted my tongue.

"Hold," Malloy ordered.  "Slaves work those holes."

I'm sure the guards could see our jaws moving as we rimmed the asses
covering our mouths.  I could hear the men moaning and Grossman was wiggling
his butt in pleasure as I stroked the soft insides of his anus.  I could
also hear Fuller whimpering and crying as Joseph performed as he had been
ordered.

"Oh no, please, please.  Oh God. Why?  Please make him stop.  Please don't
do this to me.  Please don't do this to my family..."

I knew that Fuller would be joining our ranks before lunch hour.  He would
be losing his position in the company and in society.  He would be losing
his body hair and his clothing.  He would be losing everything.  And he knew
it too.

To be continued.