Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2004 20:39:30 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Executive Slave - Part 7

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depicted in this piece of fiction.  This story contains explicit male to
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Be careful and be alive - White Collar


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

"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.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 20

All that night, I lay snuggled against 059's body, his warm arms wrapped
about me.  It felt so good to have him in me and around me; it made me feel
completed.  When I'd feel his cock thickening, I'd squeeze it with my
sphincters to urge it to greater lengths.  There was no longer any doubt in
my mind: the Authority had programmed me to be bent.  I began to cease
thinking of myself as a straight man.  I was now a bent unit belonging to
the LEA.

The next morning, after our feeding, 059 took me to my Administrator's
office.

"Wait a moment 059," my Administrator said.

059 and I both assumed the unit-at-ready position, feet spread, hands
clasped behind backs, heads bowed, and waited.

"059, I've asked you to stay for two reasons," my Administrator started.
"The first is I want to express my pleasure at your fine work with unit
082012-035."

"Thank you sir," 059 answered.

I could tell he was holding his breath but I wasn't sure why.  Still, I
sensed that some change was coming.

"As a result of your good work, I've decided to move 035 into the general
population of the Center.  Tomorrow, he will assume his duties on the daily
work detail.  This afternoon you can take him down to the uniform shop and
find properly fitting work clothes for him.  He will be working in a
business office very much like the one he left."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," 059 said.  "Will that be all sir?

"No," the Administrator answered.  "We will be taking a group of new units
under care today.  I will be assigning one of them to you for mentorship.
That will be all 059.  You can come back for this unit at 2:00."

I heard 059 breathe a tremulous sigh.  But I only heard it because I'd
stopped breathing.  How could this be happening this quickly?

"Sir?" I started, thinking that maybe I could change his mind.

"Yes boy?"

"What the unit wants to is `thank you' sir," 059 interrupted, cutting me
off.  "He's grateful for the training he's received."

059's intervention was like a slap in the face to a person who has
experienced temporary insanity.  Instantly, I realized that there was
nothing I could say that would change the Administrator's mind and anything
I might say could endanger both 059 and me.  Any protest might be taken as,
not only insubordination, thus leading to dire consequences, but also as a
hint of a relationship between units; something the Authority definitely
frowned on.

"That was it sir.  Thank you for the fine training you've given me," I said,
trying to sound appropriately grateful.

Grateful for what?  For having my life forcibly stripped from me?  For have
my body shaved and subjected to daily degradation and humiliation?  For
being bent and forced to submit?  Grateful for having my mind and body
fucked daily?  I swallowed the bitterness these thoughts brought and put
them away.  I remembered what 059 had told me before; that those who
survived did so by hiding something away in their minds that they could
always call their own.  What I hid away and would sustain me in the future
was my choice.  No, I didn't have any choice in what was done to me any
longer, but I could choose to accept it and thus live.  The other choice was
a gruesome death and I didn't want that.  Perhaps, in living, there would
still be stolen moments for 059 and me that would make it all seem
worthwhile.

059 thanked my Administrator and left, closing the door behind him.  My
Administrator grunted and motioned me under his desk.  Getting down on my
knees, I unzipped his fly and took his cock in my mouth, nursing it to a
full erection.  I had to keep swallowing the bitterness and reminding myself
that this was my choice.  After hearing 059's story, my equilibrium toward
my new station in life had been upset.  Knowing that he meant so much to me,
(dare I say that I loved him) and knowing that the Authority would never
permit us to be together, even if we were exemplary in fulfilling our
duties, made me angry and bitter.  Why was I denied happiness in my life?
Why was he?  Because we'd both made mistakes?  For that, we were forced to
submit to the Authority and give up all hopes of joy?  But should I have
been surprised?  The Authority's primary objective was sucking all joy out
of everyone's life.  Joy, it seemed, was a threat to the powers that be
because it was subversive.  Joy led people to think for themselves and
follow their hearts' desires.  No authoritarian system could have people
following their hearts' desires.  So it crushed all evidence of joy and
imposed a gray drabness on life with ersatz pleasure such as was found on
the TV.

These were the thoughts going through my mind as I sucked hard on my
Administrator's penis to pull the pre-cum out of his piss-slit.  I imagined
the salty fluid was my former life, disappearing down the gullet of an
Authority unit to be shat out later.  I realized that my Administrator was
no longer instructing me, other than to give specific directions about what
he wanted.  He was simply using my mouth and ass to satisfy himself and be
comfortable.  He had me suck his cock and balls, tongue his hole and keep
his penis warm in my mouth.  Toward lunchtime, he ordered me out from under
the desk and laid my torso across the surface of his desk, belly down, so
that he could fuck me.  As he rammed into me, my fingers curled around the
edges of the work surface as I bore the use of my body for his pleasure.
Yes, I grunted and moaned, but the sounds came from my body and not from my
mind because in truth, my mind had removed itself from what was being done
to me.  My mind and heart were on 059 and his tender love for me.  Was it
possible that somehow, he and I could escape this hell and live in peace?

The Administrator came with a shout and collapsed on my back while his hips
spasmed with the final throes of his orgasm. Then he pulled out of me and
had me clean my mucus and his own cum off of his cock before putting it back
in his trousers.  I thanked him for his gift as I knelt there and was glad
that I didn't have to look him in the eye because I was afraid he would see
into my soul and seize the last of my dreams.

At 2:00 sharp, 059 came to take me to the uniform shop.

"059," the Administrator said.

"Yes sir," 059 answered with a slight edge to his voice.

I don't know whether or not the Administrator noticed it but I could tell my
mentor and lover was upset.

"I've decided that, rather than assigning a new inductee to you, I'm going
to temporarily assign you to the work detail as well.  I think you need to
keep your skills sharp and the best way to do that is to have a client to
satisfy.  So get fitted with a uniform for yourself.  You and 035 will
report for work detail in the morning.  Now I have to prepare for the
induction interview for a new unit so you may go.  That's all."

The Administrator dismissed us with a wave of his hand.  We thanked him and
left.

"Just once," 059 was muttering.

"Once what?" I asked.

"Just once I'd like to see him go through what he puts us through.  I'd love
to see an Administrator given a dose of his own medicine.  I'd like to see
him stripped, shaved, cleansed inside and out and fucked.  I'd love to see
that!" he said vehemently.

I felt the same way but I put my hand on his arm.

"Don't," I said.  "We can't talk like that.  We might be overheard and
they'd give us the worst.  Please," I pleaded.

"Sometimes I feel like I don't care anymore," he spat.

"No, please," I said, stopping and facing him.

"I love you," I whispered, looking around to make sure there was no one in
earshot.  "Duncan, if anything happened to you, I'd want to die.  Please
don't endanger yourself.  Please!"

He was staring at me, his eyes wide and clouded.

"OK," he said, stroking my arm lightly.  "I'm sorry.  I wish I could take
you in my arms and kiss you but we don't dare.  But I'll stop saying those
things."

We turned to continue our walk.

"I love you too," I heard him whisper and I touched the back of his hand
with the back of mine.  That was as close as we could come to a kiss in this
environment.

We went downstairs to the uniform shop where the clerk took our
measurements.  It was the first time I'd been measured for clothing with
absolutely nothing on and found it rather strange.  When he measured my
inseam, he lifted my cock with one finger so that it wasn't in his way and
ran the digital measure down my leg.  He did the same with 059.  When he was
finished, he keyed the information in and sent the order for our uniforms.
In a matter of minutes, they arrived.  We were given a white shirt, black
trousers, shoes and socks and an orange and black striped tie.  I recognized
the ties as the badge of an LEA worker unit.  I also noted that the trousers
had one back pocket, which had handkerchief in it.  I supposed this was to
be used for clean-up when necessary.

The clerk reminded us that our uniforms would be brought to us the next
morning at assembly and returned every night for cleaning.  He took our
clothes and put them in baskets that were marked with our identification
numbers.  He dismissed us and turned to other work.

We were heading back upstairs through the halls when 059 ducked into a dark
room and pulled me in after him.  He closed the door quietly and flipped the
light on.  There was only a table and a chair in the room but the thing that
caught my attention was that there was no cam in the ceiling.

"Wha?" I started to ask.

"Quiet," 059 said, shushing me.  "I found this room a couple of years ago.
It doesn't get used much and, for some reason, a cam's never been installed.
  But we have to be quiet because people walk by here and we don't want them
hearing us."

"But what are you doing?" I asked as he pulled me to his chest.

He began to run his hands over my body.  He pinched my nipples and twisted
them, making me go weak in the knees and moan.  Then he took my cock in one
hand and began fondling it.

"I've wanted to do this since the first day I saw you," he said hoarsely and
he bent to kiss my neck.  "I want you.  I've always wanted you."

I pushed my groin against his hand and nuzzled his chest.  I wanted him too:
I couldn't deny it.  As dangerous as it was, I didn't care.  If they found
us and sent us to the recycling center, at least I could die happy, knowing
he loved me and I loved him.  He put his fingers into my ass and found that
I was still slick from my morning fucking by my Administrator.  He backed me
up until my butt hit the edge of the table, then he pushed me onto my back
and lifted my legs.

"I've wanted to fuck you this way from the start," he said.  "I want to look
into your eyes while I take you."

"Yes," I hissed as his cock pressed against my hole.  "Please fuck me
Duncan.  I don't care what happens anymore.  I just want you.  Just love
me."

He pushed into me and I gasped with pleasure.  As he began to thrust, I
reached up and took hold of his nipples, pinching them hard and twisting
them.  As his hips struck my butt cheeks, I involuntarily clamped down on
him, increasing both our sensations as I squeezed his hard flesh that was
massaging my prostate.  He held my thighs and wordlessly slammed into me.  I
wanted to cry out in ecstasy but knew that such a thing might lead to death
so I let go of one nipple and stuffed my fist between my teeth to stifle my
moans.  The cry erupting from my belly shot up through my throat, echoed off
my fist and sped back to the point of its origin, sending the energy back
into my rectum, building to an explosive level as Duncan's hips began their
machine gunning jabs.  An electric bolts shot through my body making every
muscle in my body clench as he came in my gut, wracking my body with an
orgasm of such magnitude as I'd never known before.  I gasped for breath,
desperately pulling air through my nostrils because I didn't dare take my
fist out of my mouth.

Finally, the need to cry out passed and I pulled my hand away from my mouth
so that I could gulp much needed air.  Duncan collapsed on top of me and lay
there panting and moaning quietly as I stroked his head.

We lay there for what seemed a very long interlude, like an eternity, while
our breathing returned to normal and the ecstasy slowly dimmed.  It seemed
neither of us wanted to move.  When we'd both recovered, he pulled out of me
(I have to admit, I whimpered when he did.  I really didn't want to let him
go.), and we got up from the table.

"Wait here," he said and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind
himself.

He slipped back in a couple of minutes later with some damp toilet tissue.

"Here," he said, handing it to me.  "You'd better clean up.  We wouldn't
want you leaking cum as you walked down the hall."

I started to reach for my loose pucker when he interrupted me.

"Wait a minute!  What am I thinking about?  How could I be so thoughtless,"
he grinned, pushing my hands away from my hole and bending his face down.

He put his face in my crack and I felt his tongue on my ass lips.  He pushed
into me and began to suck his own cum from my anus while I rolled my head
and clutched at his head.  Again, I had to bite my tongue to keep from
moaning as my lover cleaned his spunk from my rectum.  When he'd finished,
he took the toilet paper and gently wiped me, making sure there was no sign
of what we'd been doing.  Then he bent his mouth to mine and kissed me,
opening his lips and shooting his warm cum onto my tongue.  I loved the
taste of him because it was his.  I sloshed it around in my mouth and
savored the salty bitterness before swallowing it.  Smiling, he helped me
get up from the table and, after checking that the hallway was empty, we
slipped out of our trysting room.  Though I would have loved to snuggle up
next to him as we walked through the halls, I knew that was impossible and
so all we could do was allow the backs of our hands to surreptitiously brush
together as we went back toward the cell block.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 21

We spent that night in our usual position: 059 against my backside with his
cock inside me.  Those times during the night when I'd awaken, I'd reach
back and grab his butt, pressing him even closer.  With him, I felt real in
this surreal world into which we'd been thrown.  I squeezed his penis with
my sphincters and felt the resistance of his hard flesh.  Yes, this was
real.

The next morning, we were awakened and fed before assembling on the floor of
the cellblock.  Each of us received the basket with our uniforms and we all
dressed.  It felt so strange to be wearing clothes again and, while it was
nice not to be naked, the clothes felt confining and stiff, especially as my
penis snaked down the leg of my trousers and was bound against my thigh.

When we were ready, the guards reminded us that it was strictly against LEA
regulations for units to bring anything back into the Center that we hadn't
left with and that our purpose was to serve our "clients" as best we
possibly could, to the betterment of the Society.  Then they herded us out
of the cellblock and onto the loading dock where we boarded the buses.  I
hadn't realized that, while I was discharged into this hell on the street in
full view of the public the first time I'd come here, we'd board our work
buses inside the Center.  When I thought about it though, it made sense:
much less likelihood of a unit attempting an escape.  Not that there was
anywhere for a unit to go.  We had no currency, monetary cards nor
identification.  The Authority had imposed "security restrictions"
everywhere so that it was virtually impossible to move about without
identification.  And being "homeless" was not an option.  You could read
about homeless people in the history books but one of the first measures the
Authority took in the teens of the century was to sweep the homeless off the
streets.  They were either put to work or incarcerated.  This was a
"security and quality of life" initiative and the populous applauded the
Authority for its aggressiveness in its dealings with those considered to be
of questionable value and loyalty.

059 and I managed to sit together and as we rode through the city, we
pressed our legs against one another, each finding warmth and comfort in the
other's presence.  Who knew what we'd be faced with when we arrived at our
assignments?  But 059's prior experiences didn't hold the promise of a nice
desk job (at least not seated behind a desk -- on the floor under a desk,
possibly, if we were lucky!).  We stopped at several office buildings as
units were unloaded.  The officers had lined us up according to the order of
our drop-offs and 059 and I were about midway in the order.

The units directly in front of us unloaded at their office and we knew we
were next.  The bus drove a couple of blocks and pulled up in front of an
office building.  This couldn't be right!  There had to be a mistake.  The
building we'd stopped in front of was the building in which I had worked in
my former life, prior to being taken "under care".  The officer in charge
called our numbers and we looked at one another in disbelief.  When I looked
into his face, I could see something akin to horror in 059's eyes.  Could it
be?  But before I could ask, the officer again called our numbers, this time
a little impatiently.

"082012-035 and 112115-059 report!" he barked, glaring at us.  "Hurry up!
We have more deliveries.  Get a move on or you'll pay for my time."

We hustled to the front and down onto the street, not wishing to incur the
officer's anger because he certainly could make our lives even more
miserable if we did.

"Since this is your first day here," the officer said, "I'll be taking you
to your supervisor.  Follow me."

And so, in our shirt sleeves, black trousers and orange and black rep ties,
we followed the officer into our new "place of business".  We waited for an
elevator and I saw people opting to take other lifts rather than ride with
LEA units.  I also saw a couple of people with whom I'd worked in earlier
days.  They immediately dropped their eyes or found something else to
capture their attention while we stood waiting.  Finally, the doors opened
and we moved into the elevator.  There was a shout from nearby.

"Hold it please!" a frantic voice cried out.

Then a woman appeared, holding her PAD and some papers.  When she looked in
and saw who, or what, was in the elevator, she abruptly changed her mind.

"Oh, Never mind," she said, her face slightly pinched.  "I'll just take
another lift."  She looked at us as though we had come in on the bottom of
someone's shoe.

The doors closed and we began our ascent.  When the elevator stopped, the
guard ushered us out and directed us down the hall.  I noted that 059's
breathing was quickening and he had broken out into a sweat.  I could smell
the fear that dampened his shirt under his arms and I wondered... I
immediately recognized the hall; it was the one that led to my former boss's
office.  Actually, he'd been two levels above me in the corporate hierarchy
but he knew me and I knew him well enough, as well as his reputation.  He
was the one who'd made my life so miserable in the past, demanding that I
abuse the people under me.  I'd always found it possible to get what he
wanted while refusing to do it in exactly the way he wanted.  I knew he'd
check with my subordinates and find out whether or not I'd terrorized them
as he wanted.  I knew he wasn't happy that I didn't.  I also knew he was a
man without scruples and with a sadistic streak.  I glanced at 059's
contorted face and it was quite clear: Barnes was the same sadistic
executive who had so brutalized 059 in the past.  The dread was obvious in
his eyes.  I brushed the back of his hand with mine and he looked at me; I
tried to reassure him with my slight smile.  But I knew there was nothing I
could do to save him from this.

We entered his outer office and the officer spoke with his EA for a moment
and then left.  The EA, whom I'd always thought of as a nasty prig, glared
at us, got up and went into the inner sanctum, emerging a few moments later.

"Mr. Barnes will see you now," he said.  "You!" he said firmly, pointing at
059 and me, "Take your shoes and socks off before going in."

We hesitated only a split second before lifting our feet to remove our shoes
and socks, lining them up on the floor in front of the door.  The EA
sniffed, picked up our shoes and placed them in a coat closet.  Then he
showed us into the office.

Mr. Barnes was seated behind his large desk, reading something on his
monitor.  We entered and assumed the appropriate position, legs spread,
hands clasped behind our backs and heads bowed.  After several minutes, Mr.
Barnes cleared his throat.

"Why are you both dressed?" he growled.  "Get out of those clothes."

He summoned his EA with his mobile.  "Get in here Bill," he ordered.

As we stripped, Bill came back in the room.

"Yes Mr. Barnes?" he asked obsequiously.

"Once these two units are stripped, collar them and take them into my
private room.  I want Swainton... I mean 035, the smaller one, against the
wall.  I'll take care of the other one myself."

Barnes watched intently as we stripped.  It was profoundly humiliating to be
forced to strip in front of the man who had been your boss and who now used
a number to refer to you rather than your name.  I suspected his "mistake"
in using my name was a deliberate one, focused on reinforcing for me how far
I'd fallen.  We finished undressing and folded our clothes, placing them in
piles on the floor since there was nowhere else to put them.  Bill picked
the piles up and placed them in the drawer of a credenza.  From the same
drawer, he pulled out two leather collars, each with a leash attached.  He
buckled these around our necks and led us through another door into Mr.
Barnes' "private room".  My cock had risen to half-staff because of the
humiliation and it swung stiffly from side to side as I walked, becoming
even harder with embarrassment.

I certainly had never been invited into this room while working for the
company.  I was amazed at what it held.  There was a leather-surfaced table
that stood about waist height and was large enough to hold a large man.
There was also padded bench that stood atop a low, sturdy table on firm
legs.  The hooks made it obvious that the purpose of this bench was
immobilizing a man.  There was a set of shackles hanging from chains with a
matching set on the floor under them.  I saw a pegboard with numerous
implements for punishment and torture, everything from whips and floggers to
nipple clamps and some articles about whose use I had no idea.  I did sense
059 becoming even more agitated and heard him swallow hard several times
while trying to catch his breath.

"Stay," Bill ordered 059 and tugged down on the leash, pulling him to his
knees.

Bill led me to what appeared to be a double-doored closet.  But when he
opened the doors, a large wooden cross in the form of an X was revealed.
There were cuffs at the ends of each limb of the cross.  Bill pushed me back
against the cross and pushed my legs apart before buckling the cuffs around
my ankles.  Then he raised my arms and cuffed them.  He stood back a moment
to admire my position, snorted and gave my stiff dick and swift upward swat,
making me cry out in surprise and pain.

"I always liked your look," he said, leaning into my body.  "Maybe Mr.
Barnes will let me have a crack at your ass boy."

He gave me an evil grin and left the room, leaving the door open.  We heard
Mr. Barnes making some calls, reaming out subordinates for their lack of
discipline and assertiveness and failing to get their work done.  I was
familiar with those calls, having been the recipient of several myself and I
cringed inwardly as I thought of the poor soul on the other end of the
phone.  Soon enough, he had a lull in his schedule and came into the room.

"Well, well, well," he said.  "I'm so happy to have both of you back here.
I've been looking forward to this for some time now.  Are you glad to see me
boy?" he asked 059 taking his ears in his hands and turning 059's face
upward to look into his eyes.

"Yes sir, thank you sir," 059 said obediently.  "It's always a pleasure to
serve you Mr. Barnes."

059's head snapped back with a crack as Barnes backhanded him.

"Don't lie to me," Barnes spat out.  "If it was such a pleasure, why did you
complain about me to your supervisors?"

"I-I- I didn't sir.  Honestly.  They became concerned because of the welts
on my back and legs sir," 059 stammered, not thinking quickly enough to make
up some lie.

"Afraid were they?  Afraid I'd damage their precious boy?  Well I guess
we'll see about that.  Now that we have a new chairman at the LEA who
happens to be a personal friend of mine, we'll see if they're so quick to
save your miserable ass this time.  I think they've decided that coddling
units isn't the best way to handle them," he snarled.

I saw 059 trembling and I knew he was afraid.  I also knew he had good
reason to be.  I was afraid for him and for myself.  Barnes grabbed 059's
leash and dragged him across the floor to the bench.  059 struggled to get
to his feet and ended up half walking, half crawling as he stumbled after
him.  Barnes took 059's collar and almost lifted him bodily onto the bench.
I realized that 059 was also using his own legs to comply with Barnes'
obvious desires but Barnes was a big, strong man and I could see 059's face
turning red as the collar choked off his air.  Barnes pushed 059's legs and
arms into position and shackled him, face down, to the bench.  His exposed
hole and cock and balls were available for whatever "play" Mr. Barnes might
have in mind or whatever whim came to him during the day.

Barnes went to the board and studied the implements hanging there, feeling
their business ends with his fingers and obviously considering which would
inflict the greatest pain without doing physical damage.  Finally, he
selected a hard, wide leather strap.  It was perforated and I realized that
provided better contact with the skin because there'd be no cushion of air
between the leather and the skin.  Barnes went back to where 059 lay
exposed, straddling the bench.  He twisted back like a baseball batter
hefting his bat and swung.  I could hear the whoosh of air as the strap cut
through and the almost immediate crack as it slammed into 059's butt,
followed by his howl.

Damn me, I cried out too.

"No!" I yelled and immediately knew I'd made a mistake.  I had betrayed my
heart.

Barnes held his arm mid-stroke and looked at me, a sneer creeping to his
face.

"So," he hissed.  "You don't want me to beat this unit?  You have some
`feeling' for him?" he sneered.

"No," I lied, shaking my head.  But I knew it was pointless: I'd already
given myself away.  I also knew that Barnes would make good use of that
knowledge.  He despised any weakness and he considered affection a definite
weakness.

"Right," he said coldly.  "I understand."

He turned back to the bound unit, drew back his arm and put all of his bulk
behind the blow.  A bright red welt from the first blow was beginning to
develop when the next blow came, slightly above the first.  Each time, I
winced.  Barnes went at 059 with a vengeance, slashing at his naked skin
until my lover was hoarse with his cries and Barnes was sweating, spraying
water droplets over 059's back and legs with each blow.

Barnes pulled down his fly and extracted his large, veiny cock from his
pants.  Then he moved in and shoved it into 059's hole in a single motion.
There was no lube, no preparation, no easing in; he just rammed his heavy
flesh into 059's fuck hole before beginning to pound against his flaming.
Again, 059 howled, throwing his head back, as the fire that burned his skin
now entered him, ripped his sphincters open and possessed his bowels.

"You piece of shit," Barnes was rasping at him as he fucked.  "I own your
ass and I'll see that you pay for reporting me!"

My own stomach was turning over as I watched this savage assault, wondering
what Barnes had in store for me.  I'd heard him do this verbally before but
never seen how he could manifest his rage when unencumbered by the social
restraints of an office.  My ass twitched and flinched in empathy for what
my lover was suffering.  When would he stop?

Finally, Barnes shouted and jerked his hips as he shot his anger into 059's
raw rectum.  He collapsed on the weeping slave's back and lay there panting.
  He was either exhausted or sated.  Something told me it was the former
because he seemed a bottomless well of sadism.  He also knew that he had the
two of us for as long as he wanted us and could do what he wanted with us.

When he'd caught his breath he arose and roughly pulled out of 059's ass.  I
could see that there was blood on his penis and 059 gave a sharp cry when
the prominent corona of Barnes' dick rubbed against his swollen flesh on its
way out.  Barnes walked around the bench and presented his still firm dick
to 059 for cleaning.  He didn't even have to say anything: a well-trained
unit knows what is expected at a time like this, even if he's in agony.  A
master doesn't give a whit about a unit's comfort and why should he?  If the
unit were worthy of respect, he wouldn't be in this position in the first
place.  It was only because he'd violated the Society's laws that he was
taken under care and in doing so, he surrendered all his rights to safety
and security.

Barnes held 059's head in his hands while 059 used his mouth to suck the cum
from his master's piss-slit and lick the slime of cum, mucus and blood from
it.  When Barnes was satisfied that he was sufficiently clean, he pulled out
and firmly slapped 059's face.  Then he took 059's ears and raised his head
to look into his eyes.

"Good boy," he said.  "I'm glad to see you haven't lost your touch."

Then he looked at me, hanging naked on the cross.  He smiled evilly and
began to walk toward me, his penis still hanging from his fly, swinging back
and forth as he walked.  I was reminded of a tiger approaching a mesmerized
fawn or a snake hypnotizing a rat as it prepared to strike.  The snake
analogy seemed particularly apt since his cock resembled the business end of
a boa constrictor.  Once again, my stomach turned over and I found it
difficult to breathe.  I tried to take my eyes off his dick but was having a
hard time finding something else to focus on.  The motions of that tube of
flesh were spellbinding.

"And now, for you.  I have something special in mind for you," he said in an
oily voice.

"Thank you sir," I said, knowing that I had to at least appear to be
cooperating.

"I'm sure you'll thank me profusely at the end of the day," he smirked.
"Now here's what I want from you.  Ever since you left here, I haven't been
able to get the same results from the organization you headed.  So I'm
sending you back there.  But this time, I want you to treat your people the
way I expect.  Do you understand me boy?"

"Yes sir," I said, gulping.

"Tell me what I expect then."

"You want me to be very strict with them and let them get away with nothing.
  You want me to dress down those who don't get their work done and let them
know that they are shit."

"Good," he cooed.  "I see that you understand my motivational techniques
well.  Perhaps if you'd practiced them before, you wouldn't be here now.
What do you think 035?"

"You could well be right sir," I said, flushing with impotent fury and
humiliation.

"Good," he said, smiling.  "I'll have Bill come in and take you down.  Then
he'll show you back to your office.  I'll be coming by from time to time
during the day and I expect to hear you doing what you're told.  Then I'll
be back around lunch time to explain the rest of the day's assignment to
you.  Is that clear boy?"

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir," I answered, keeping my eyes on the floor and
trying not to look at my dick, which was throbbing hard in response to the
humiliation of hanging there, naked, before my former and once again boss.
Nor did I want to look at his large tool, which was by now, hanging flaccid
and stretching to mid-thigh.  Even soft, it was a big around as a beer can.
I shuddered to think of having it up my anus.  What upset me was that my
hole clenched as I thought about it, seeming to be hungry to be violated by
the column hanging between my master's legs.

"Oh, and boy..." he said.

"Yes sir?"

"Just to be sure you have appropriate motivation to do what you're told, I
have a little arrangement set up.  This slave here," he said, gesturing to
059, trussed on the bench," was your mentor.  Is that correct?"

"Yes sir, he was," I answered, glancing at my lover's bound, beaten body.

Then I looked away quickly, hoping that my eyes hadn't betrayed my true
feelings for Duncan but knowing that my previous outburst had already done
so.  Mr. Barnes stood looking at me, his eyes boring through me with a look
of satisfaction on his face.

"I'm assuming that you have at least some feeling for him.  So here's what
I'm going to do: you will wear this earpiece."

And with that, he placed an earpiece in my ear.

"So that you can hear what's happening in here.  You see, I have a cam in
your office and if I see that you're not doing as I wish, I will be taking
it out on this unit's backside.  And you'll be able to hear it.  Isn't that
wonderful?" he said triumphantly, his eyes glinting.

"Yes sir.  I understand sir.  Thank you for your kind consideration sir."

"Good.  So let's get started.  You have appointments to keep.  The
assignments that your people are handling are on your desk.  You have a
couple of minutes between appointments to review their work and find their
shortcomings.  Bill!" he shouted when he was finished talking to me.


Executive Slave -- Chapter 22

Bill entered.

"Yes, Mr. Barnes."

"Get this unit down and dressed and get him to his office.  He knows what to
do.  I want him at his desk in ten minutes," Barnes said and turned back to
059, running his hands over his flaming butt, making him moan in pain.  His
moans reverberated in my ear and I winced, knowing that the slightest touch
to his burning skin added to his pain.  Barnes put his fingers in 059's
mouth and twisted his head upward, forcing him to look into his tormentor's
face and turning his moans into strangled gurglings.  I wanted to cry; how
could Barnes be so cruel?  But I knew the question was a foolish one: he
didn't care as long as he got what he wanted.

Bill unshackled me and I stretched my limbs to restore the feeling in my
hands and arms and loosen my legs.  I hadn't realized that I'd had every
muscle in my body clenched while I was bound to the cross and witnessing
059's brutal beating and rape.  In the meantime, Bill had gone out to get my
clothes and returned with them.  As I began to dress, he took advantage of
my position while I was lifting my leg to put my trousers on to run his hand
over my ass.

"Nice butt boy.  I'm going to enjoy finding out how good a fuck you are when
I get my chance at it," he sneered, grinning lasciviously at me.

"You'll have to wait," Barnes said, still studying 059's tortured face.
"I'll give you a crack at him but not yet."

I wanted to spit in Bill's face but didn't dare.  I dropped my eyes and
continued to dress.  I was about to zip my fly when Barnes spoke again.

"Oh boy!  Don't bother tucking in and zipping up.  I want you hanging out
while you work.  That will help to remind you of your real position in this
world."

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir," I answered, flushing in embarrassment.

It wasn't bad enough that I'd be forced to ream people out in order to spare
my lover further torture, but I also had to do it with my cock and balls
hanging out.  Sure, I'd be sitting behind a desk but the awareness that I
was, for all intents exposed, was unnerving.

I finished dressing and assumed my "unit stance", awaiting Mr. Barnes'
dismissal.

"Good boy," he said, looking up from 059's prostrate body.  "You can go to
work now.  And remember... I'll be listening."

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir," I said and followed Bill out of Mr. Barnes'
private room.

We walked through the office and I tried, as best I could, to use my
appropriate position behind Bill to cover my exposure.  I wasn't always
successful and found some people staring openly at my genitals.  The orange
and black rep tie broadcast my status as an LEA unit and nothing was
considered out of the ordinary when it came to the treatment of units.  We
were, after all, criminals and therefore deserving of whatever we got.  We'd
surrendered all rights to being treated like human beings, so people had no
qualms about staring at a unit, however he was dressed, or not dressed, as
the case may be.

I hoped desperately that we'd move quickly through the office but Bill
seemed determined to take up the entire ten minutes that Mr. Barnes had
allotted in getting me to my desk.  I began to wonder if he wasn't actually
stretching it out further to enhance my humiliation.  When he stopped at one
of my former subordinate's desk to discuss a presentation and pulled me from
behind him to stand at his side and pushed me forward so that my genitals
rested on top of his desk, I knew he was doing everything he could to
degrade me.  I flushed from head to foot and even my stiffening cock and
balls turned crimson.

Finally, we arrived at my office and Bill opened it for me.  Then he turned
toward the rest of the offices and cubicles in the section and turning me to
face them, announced my presence.

"Ladies and gentlemen.  I'm pleased to announce the return of Mr. Swainton.
Now, of course, he's under care of the LEA and his number is 082012-035.
But this morning, you will address him as Swainton.  Those of you who have
appointments with Swainton will be expected to report to his office
promptly.  Thank you."

Bill pushed me through the door and, leaving it open, left me there.  I
quickly got behind my desk and looked at the list of files on my computer.
I opened the first one and began to read.  It was a file for Jonathan Dutch,
a man who had worked for me for several years before I'd been removed from
my former life.  He and I had always gotten along but I couldn't help but
wonder how he'd view things in our new circumstances.  I didn't have to wait
long to find out.  I was half way through the file when there as a knock on
my door.  Jonathan was standing there.

"Good morning Jonathan.  Come in."

I then noticed that there was no longer a guest chair in my office and
Jonathan was forced to stand.

"Good morning Swainton.  I believe that the current form of address you
should be using is `Mr. Dutch'.  Isn't that so?" he said, looking somewhat
uncomfortable at having to correct his former boss.

"Yes, of course.  You're quite right Mr. Dutch.  Pardon me.  Now, let me
see... what does it say here in the file?"

As I started to review the information, I head the sharp report of leather
on skin through my ear piece and I winced as 059 cried out in pain.

"It looks like you're falling behind in your assignment.  What seems to be
the problem Mr. Dutch?"

Another blow; another wince.

"Tell me what the hell you've been doing with this?  Why isn't it completed?
  You've had the task for what?  Three days?  Why aren't you done?" I
demanded, my voice rising in anxiety.  I had to stop Duncan's beating.

There was no sound of a blow.  Perhaps I was getting it.

Jonathan stammered that he'd been trying but couldn't' gain any traction
with the clients.  They didn't seem to want to make a decision.

"What the hell do we pay you for then?" I shouted.  "You want me to buy you
snow tires?  Will that give you enough traction?  What I'm looking for is
results.  If you haven't the balls to get them, then I'll give the job to a
boy who does!"

My voice carried out of my office and I could see the looks of shock on
faces outside.  It wasn't the kind of dressing down I'd ever given an
employee but I'd heard Barnes do it enough times to have memorized the lines
and the delivery.  I was doing my best imitation.  All I wanted was to spare
Duncan as much pain as possible.  I must have been doing a pretty damned
good facsimile because Jonathan looked like he wanted to either hide or hit
me.  No one likes to have his short-comings shouted from the rooftops and
that was basically what I was doing.  His eyes burned through me.  He came
around the desk to look at my monitor and review what I was seeing.  In
doing so, he glanced down and got a very good eyeful of my crotch with my
genitals hanging out of my fly.

"Yes sir, Mr. Barnes, I mean Swainton.  I'll get right on it," he said
through clenched teeth.

Yes, he knew where the reaming was coming from but somehow I wasn't sure
that would make any difference.  I could see his anger was focused on me at
that point.

"Get back to work then Mr. Dutch.  I want a better report on our progress
tomorrow."

"Yes sir, Swainton.  I'll see to it."

He left and I breathed a sigh of relief.  Then I heard another blow landing
and the resultant cry of pain.  I couldn't relax.  I had more of my master's
work to do.  I quickly brought up the next file, skimmed through it and
called in the next victim.

The morning was spent in ten minute interviews, all like the first one.  The
subordinate would come in; I'd ream them out and they'd get angry and leave.
  If I did a sufficiently good job of being nasty, Duncan might get off with
only a couple of blows of the strap.  There were some employees whom Barnes
obviously wanted to punish because he used his bound proxy to reinforce the
message for me, forcing me to escalate the abuse.  By the end of the
morning, I was wrung out, my shirt was wet under the arms and my stomach was
in knots.  All I wanted was for this day to be over.  Perhaps I could go
back to the Center with Duncan, bathe his abused ass and comfort his spirit
and body.

At noon, Mr. Barnes came through my door and I arose from my chair and fell
to my knees.

"Well 035, you've had quite a morning.  So has your mentor.  I don't imagine
he'll feel like sitting down again in the near future.  I especially liked
the blow I landed directly on his hole.  God did he scream," he laughed.
"So what do you think?  Did you do a good job?"

I sensed this was a trap and quickly grabbed for the best dodge I could
find.

"Sir, I hope that I've fulfilled your expectations.  If not, I hope you'll
give me instruction," I answered, bowing my head.

"Not quite up to snuff but almost acceptable.  But then it's your first day
so I can't expect perfection, can I?"

I knew better than to answer the rhetorical question.

"Now I suppose you'll be wanting something to eat after your strenuous
morning," he said heartily.

"Thank you sir," I answered feeling slightly warmed by his apparent
camaraderie.

"Good," he said.  "On your feet then, 035."

I arose.

"Shoes and socks off.  Drop your pants."

I stared at him, disbelieving and then shed the clothing as he'd instructed.

"Right.  Shirt and tie.  Everything off," he said.

When I was naked, he instructed me to lie across the width my desk, arms
spread across the surface, feet on the floor.

"Bill," he called and his EA appeared carrying some ropes.

"Bind him," he ordered.

Bill took my wrists, knotted ropes around them and tied the ends to the legs
of my desk.  Then he tied a rope around my neck and looped the end around
one of the legs in the front of my desk.  Lastly, he wrapped a knot around
my cock and balls and tied the end off around a leg in the back of my desk.
I was now bound naked to my desk, facing the door of my office for everyone
to see.

"Now if you remember, we always say payback's a bitch.  Well you're going to
be the bitch and get the payback.  Each of the people you had an appointment
with this morning has an appointment with you this afternoon.  I think
they'll know what to do," Barnes said evilly and turned to leave.

He stopped as he went through the door and looked back.

"Oh, enjoy your lunch," he grinned with glinting eyes and left.

In a few moments, Jonathan was at the door.

"Well now," he said hoarsely.  "I guess it's my turn isn't it?"

He closed the door and I swallowed hard.

"Let's see.  I heard Mr. Barnes say something about lunch so I'll assume you
haven't eaten yet.  Is that right Swainton?"

"Yes Mr. Dutch," I answered.

His crotch as right in front of my face and his hand was slowly stroking the
swelling bulge.

"Well then, let me give you something to eat before I fuck your sorry ass,"
he said, unzipping his pants and extracting his stiffening dick from his
shorts.  "Come on.  Open up like a good boy.  Eat my cock and get your
lunch.  And if I feel your teeth, believe me, you'll regret it!"

I'd have said "yes sir," but his hardening cock slid between my lips as soon
as I opened my mouth, so I began to lave it with my tongue.  I slid the tip
of my tongue between his foreskin and his sensitive cock head and he moaned
with pleasure.  When he was sufficiently hard, he took my ears and began to
slide in and out of my mouth, shoving the head of his penis against my soft
palate, making me gag.  I endeavored to open my throat to take all of him
but he was only of medium length and so never really cleared the soft
palate.  Each thrust made me gag and soon there were tears streaming down my
face as he fucked my mouth.  I worked my tongue to try to control the urge
to choke as well as to bring him off as quickly as possible.  But he seemed
to have great staying power.  Ten minutes went by and my throat was becoming
sore, as were my lips, tongue and jaw as he went at me.  Finally, I felt his
cock throb and his entire body stiffened.  Groaning loudly, he went up on
his toes, raising my head and craning my neck as his penis lifted upward.
Soon, I felt the jets of semen hitting the back of my throat and running
down my gullet.  He pulled out slightly, oozing the rest of his load onto my
taste buds.  Salty, bitter, viscous fluid spread across my tongue and I
sucked at his piss-slit to get more of it because I'd been conditioned to
seek the taste of a man since coming under the care of the Labor Enforcement
Authority.

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.

To be continued.