Author: White Collar
Title: Executive Slave -- Part 11 (M/M, B&D, Humiliation)
Date: September 21, 2005
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:
They led us onto the platform and placed 073 first. He was forced to bend and place his hands on the floor, his left side to the curtain. I was positioned behind him, my hands on his still shaking hips, again, with my left side to the curtain. It was apparent to me that 073 was enraged at what had been done to him; how far he'd fallen in such a short time and he had not had the anger beaten out of him yet. But the guards didn't care how any of us felt; all that mattered was our obedience and 073 had obviously decided it was prudent to bide his time. Last came 059, who was positioned behind me, his hands on my hips. I began to get an uneasy feeling that I knew what Mr. Barnes was expecting us to do and I wasn't looking forward to it.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 29
Malloy stood inspecting us, hands on his hips. He did some minor adjustments to our positions and then nodded to Sommers who brought over what appeared to be a gun with a plastic nozzle on the barrel. I couldn't see what he was doing because he was behind us but I heard 059 grunt slightly and moan. Then I felt him insert the nozzle into my anus and a feeling of cold fullness and slickness followed. We were each being lubed with a grease gun. This confirmed my suspicions that we'd been put in this position so that we could chain fuck one another. I had a feeling of wanting to take a shit but knew I'd be punished if I expelled the lube and as I also knew, the feeling passed quickly as the lube warmed up, liquefied and found its way into the nooks and crannies of my rectum and colon. Before I'd been taken into the Authority's custody, as a former "straight" man, the only times I'd ever experienced such a feeling was when my doctor examined my prostate. But in the last few months, I'd become quite accustomed to the feeling of fullness and it caused my penis to respond as it had been trained by beginning to fill and rise. As it did, the skin pinched in the jaws of the clips lining my cock, began to stretch and pull even more against those sources of aggravation. I groaned slightly with the pain and heard 073 and 059 voicing their discomfort as well.
In a few seconds, my cock began to throb, pressing up against 073's butt cheeks, just as 059's was prodding mine. I realized the lube was charged with an erection enhancing drug, which was being absorbed into our systems quite rapidly.
"They're ready," Malloy said. "Let's get out of sight."
The officers disappeared and in a few moments, lights came up on the other side of the curtain that separated us from whoever or whatever was beyond it. The sounds of a crowd of people that had filled the space during the time we were being prepared faded away as Mr. Barnes's guests seemed to draw and hold their breath in expectation. Then Barnes spoke over a PA system.
"Gentlemen, welcome to our annual town meeting. I trust that you will enjoy some team-building, some networking and some good food today. I see that you're already sampling the pleasures of our dining facilities..."
I'd been to several of these "town meetings" during my years with the company and related to what he was talking about. The food was acceptable but to refer to the cafeteria as "dining facilities" was a bit of a stretch. The "team building" and "networking" were usually quite tedious but for some reason, he thought it important to at least go through the motions. What most raised my curiosity however, was what we were doing there? I'd never seen anything close to what I imagined he had in store for us. Had he gone off the deep end? . In this case, perhaps it was just another excuse to exhibit his power over this group of L.E.A. units, two of whom had once been employees of his. Perhaps it was an excuse to see units forced to fuck one another and be tormented at the same time. I shook my head and dismissed the speculation from my mind; there was no point in wondering. I was pretty sure what we were going to be ordered to do and obeying orders was all that mattered now. Barnes was continuing with his remarks.
"I thought you might enjoy a few moments of entertainment this year and so we've prepared something special for you. We all know how essential the L.E.A. is to the stability and security of our society and as a demonstration of how the L.E.A. can rehabilitate recalcitrant citizens, we've brought three reformed criminals to perform for you."
The crowd began to applaud, but without much enthusiasm.
"Gentlemen, I'm sure you'll enjoy this unique entertainment," Barnes said and with that, the curtain rose, bathing us in bright light. "We're calling this performance 'Firecrackers in Red, White and Blue."
The three of us were rather flummoxed, standing there shorn of all body hair, our skin painted the three colors of the nation's flag, our asses lubed and clips of contrasting colors sticking from our bodies like the spines of some strange dinosaurs. We looked at Malloy who was standing in the wings and he mouthed our orders to us: Fuck each other.
This was exactly what I was afraid we were going to be ordered to do. Since I'd never fucked a man myself, I wasn't even sure I could. But the sight of a leather paddle in Malloy's hand convinced me I'd better make a good show of it. As I began to press my hard dick toward 073's hole, I felt 059's familiar flesh parting my own ass lips. The fullness that comes with being stretched by 059 went straight to the head of my own cock and it found its way into 073's pucker as if by magic. I felt his warm flesh opening and I began to push forward. Then came the "firecrackers", for as the head of my cock penetrated his sphincter, the clips attached to the skin surrounding the head were pushed off, each being forcefully removed with a loud snap. I gasped in pain as the clips were torn away and the blood rushed to fill the capillaries it had been pressed out of.
Whistles and cat-calls from the audience punctuated our grunts of pain. At least some of the men were getting into this. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a few familiar faces and their hands stroking tented trousers and reaching up under suit jackets to tweak aroused nipples.
The chain of snapping firecrackers went on as 059 and I pushed our dicks home, tearing the clips off the lengths of our rods. Then, as we began to thrust, the clips that made up the hedgehogs of our scrotums began to snap off and rain onto the floor. For myself, I was torn between wanting to thrust harder to increase my sensations and get rid of the clips as rapidly as possible and holding back to prevent contact between the clips and 073's body. In the end, my training and conditioning got the better of me and I threw myself into the fuck, snapping clips off with abandon. Sweat poured from my body and I could feel mine mixing with 059's on my back. The sweat seemed to be making the paint covering our bodies melt, causing extra slickness where our bodies came in contact with each other's. Soon, we were gasping for breath and beginning to tire. But glancing into the wings, we saw Malloy waiting with a flogger, which he pointedly sprayed with pepper spray, incentive enough to keep us at it.
"Clench, dammit," I whispered urgently into 073's ear, realizing that the goal was what in the pornography business used to be called "the money shot".
073 grunted and I felt his sphincters tighten around my penis. I clamped down on 059's as well and focused my mind on the sensations flooding through my body. With a few more thrusts, I felt my testicles lifting and the exhilaration of orgasm overtaking me. Arching my back, I shouted and rammed my rigid cock into 073's grasping hole, shooting volley after volley inside the newest L.E.A. unit's ass.
I collapsed in post-coital exhaustion, falling across 073's back, just as 059 fell across mine. This, of course, had the effect of pressing the clips attached to my belly and pecs against my body and bending the trapped flesh, which caused exquisite agony.
"Units, stand up straight," Malloy barked and we did as ordered.
"Separate!"
Again, we did as ordered.
"Face forward!"
Panting, we turned as smartly as possible, facing the audience of men in our utter nakedness with the added humiliation of having just be forced to have sex in front of them. It was as though we were stud animals demonstrating our fecundity for a group of potential buyers. Our still tumescent penises glistened with melted paint, mucus and cum and the oddly colored jism dripped from our cocks onto the floor. Some of the men in the audience started sniggering and I glanced at 059 to see if I could see what they found so amusing.
The quick glance caused me to blush because I instantly realized that I must look as ludicrous myself. The white paint on my body had mixed with the blue paint on his, causing us both to now have a shade of pale blue everywhere our bodies had touched, including 059's penis. Realizing that my cock had been inside 073's ass and his body was painted red, I glanced down and saw that where he and I had been in contact, we each now had a coating of pink. My own penis now had an obscene pink tinge. The overall effect must have been three ridiculous sexual clowns. The laughter began to spread, punctuated by whistles and catcalls.
"Units, turn to your left," Malloy ordered and, naturally, we obeyed.
073, however, hesitated and glowered at Mr. Barnes so Malloy slashed at his cock with the flogger. He howled and, clutching his penis, fell to his knees.
"Get up and turn boy," Malloy hissed.
Haltingly, 073 got to his feet and turned toward me.
"Insert," was the next order.
"I can't," 073 said aloud. "I've never fucked anyone. And my cock is killing me."
I could appreciate what he was saying but was shocked that he'd say anything at all. Truth be told, I'd never fucked anyone myself, other than my ex-wife and my experience just now of fucking 073. I wasn't all that sure I'd be able to fuck 059 because I thought of him as my teacher and my top, but I knew I had to obey or be punished. The audience found all this hilarious and began shouting that he was a fuckless faggot pussy who didn't even know how to use his own equipment. Then I heard the swish and the impact of the flogger on 073's ass, making him howl in pain.
"I said insert it faggot," Malloy shouted. "Just put it in him or I'll turn your ass into chopped meat."
"I can't," 073 protested, his voice starting to break.
I turned my head back to look at him.
"Just put it in me," I said. "There are drugs in the lube they put in your ass. You'll be able to get it in. Just do it!"
Finally he tried and I felt the burning warmth of his assaulted erection part my sphincter as he began to slide into me. The clips that were still clasping the head and length of his cock began snapping off as he slid into me, causing him to utter short gasps and cries of discomfort with each snap.
I smiled wryly to myself: it was obviously the first time he'd fucked anyone: too bad it had to be forced on him with the accompanying pain.
"I can't," he gasped, but this time in disbelief.
"You're doing it," I hissed. "Just keep thrusting and it'll be over that much sooner."
Actually, I had no idea what else Barnes might have in store for us but I wanted to get 073 through this part of the ordeal as quickly as possible. Since I was the one in the middle, I was getting my second go round of simultaneously being fucker and fuckee; it was an interesting and exciting experience. 059's ring of muscle gripped my erection and milked me each time my pubes hit his ass. And thank god for that since it was my second go-round and I'm not a horny kid any longer. Soon enough, I was thrusting in spasms and my breathing quickened as I approached the brink. I grasped his hips and rabbitted away at him, little cries of pleasure escaping from my gaping mouth. Soon, my second orgasm wracked me with that high-arching pleasure the second time around can bring. Much less cum but much more pleasure. I only prayed we wouldn't be asked to perform a third time, as that can be rather painful. Rather like being put into the stocks and being milked. I only hoped that Barnes wasn't planning on such a torment for his demonstration. I dismissed the thought, realizing that, as sadistic as he was, he did want productivity from his employees and wouldn't waste an entire workday on having them watch the torturing three units, even if he did have a grudge against each one of us. I should have realized, of course, that he could torture us in privacy; he didn't need to keep his audience here to make our lives a torment.
I felt 073's erection swelling and jerking within me as his pubes slammed against my butt and he uttered gasping cries as he too came. 059 braced himself against the floor with his hands and I collapsed on his back as 073 fell across mine, all of us gasping for air. Before we were fully recovered, we heard another order:
"Pull out and stand at attention!" Barnes ordered and we struggled to obey.
As we assumed the appropriate position, hands behind our backs, legs spread and heads bowed, the audience began to laugh and whistle at us.
"Nice colors fag boys," someone called out.
I glanced down and saw that the pale pink I'd been painted in front after the first go-round had mixed with the blue on 059's backside, changing me to a bright lavender shade. I could see that 059 was now lavender in back, where I'd fucked him and light blue in front from when he'd fucked me. In the same way, 073 was lavender in front and pink in back. I must've been the only one who was lavender both front and back since I'd received the red from 073 and the blue from 059. The humiliation of looking like a naked clown made my sore penis throb.
Mr. Barnes was speaking.
"Some of you may remember the first two units here from when they used to work for me. That was before they turned to lives of crime and social deviance. This is what becomes of those who defy the State; they become humiliated laughing stocks that are fit for nothing more than being fucked in the same way they tried to fuck our society. I hope their example isn't lost on you and that you'll all continue to do your best for the company and the country..."
He continued to speak about the importance of dedication and hard work and, glancing up surreptitiously, I could see that many of my former co- workers were acutely uncomfortable. How many, I wondered, were being held hostage by Barnes, their lives made a living hell by threats to turn them over to the Authority and face complete ruin and degradation, as well as the destruction of their families. I could also see that a number of them were sporting stiff erections, obviously excited by the display of sexual humiliation and torture they'd just witnessed. Barnes seemed to be noticing them as well, probably figuring out which of them he'd recruit into his "harem" of sexual servants. Observing him surreptitiously, I realized he was focusing on one employee, Joseph Renault, in particular, and Joseph was aware of his boss's attentions. He flushed bright red and dropped his eyes, trying to appear inconspicuous as his trousers tented out from his crotch like a boy scout's pup tent. He seemed to know that the ring on his left hand would provide him no protection if Mr. Barnes decided he wanted him. Barnes's eyes were like a hawk's that had fastened on prey. Renault looked around nervously for an exit but realized that the only door was right next to where Barnes was standing at the podium; there would be no escape.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 30
Barnes concluded his remarks and ordered the guards to take us to the kennel in the basement to be cleaned up. Malloy and the other guards escorted us downstairs and took us into the showers so that we could wash the obscene paint from our bodies. With the pigment gone, we once again looked like oversized boys with no hair on our bodies and tackle that was far too large.
"Into the cages boys and have a rest. Mr. Barnes will be down later," Malloy ordered.
We gladly stooped and crawled into the nearest cage. We stretched out and shared our body warmth, more to feel the comforting presence of another human being than because we were cold, though, truth be told, it was a bit chilly in the sub-basement.
We were awakened by the kennel door banging open followed by the sound of voices. Malloy ushered Mr. Barnes in, followed by a man I'd known only by sight and name. I'd never worked with Joseph Renault but I'd seen him around the office. I guessed he was in his mid-thirties and wore a wedding band on his left hand so I assumed he was married. He was also one of those I'd noticed during the morning's activities who'd had an obvious erection. Now he looked distinctly nervous and uncomfortable.
"Come on Renault," Barnes was saying, wrapping his muscular arm around Joseph's trembling shoulders. "Just a little extra recreation for you. I saw how much you enjoyed the demonstration this morning so I thought I'd give you a bonus. How would a nice go-round with these units to relieve some of that pent-up energy, hmmm? Sound good? After all, you don't want to go home to your wife and make the mistake of impregnating her again do you? The Authority wouldn't be happy if you produced a third child, would they?"
"N-n-no sir, Mr. Barnes," Joseph whispered, his eyes glancing furtively in our direction and then looking back at his boss.
It was obvious to me that soon his boss would be his master and he would be spending a lot of time on his knees or strapped to a horse or rack.
"Good boy," Mr. Barnes said. "Let's just get you ready while these units are brought out to serve you."
Malloy opened the cage door and we crawled out, remaining on all fours, our heads bowed, in front of Mr. Barnes and Joseph. Mr. Barnes was removing Joseph's jacket and undoing his tie, handing each item of clothing to Sommers for safe-keeping. When he'd taken of Joseph's shirt, exposing his slightly paunchy abdomen topped with a furry chest with large brown nipples, Barnes stepped back.
"Now remove your shoes, socks and trousers my boy. I think it's best for you to be completely naked. Skivvies too. Let's see what you have to offer these units."
Joseph flushed and bent to untie his shoes and remove his socks. Then, hesitating a moment, he finally undid his belt and slipped his pants off. His boxers were tenting tremendously, pulling the front of his boxer legs away from his thighs so that his scrotum with its heavy balls showed beneath.
"Everything," Barnes ordered and once again, flushing deeply, Renault complied, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down. I could see by the look on his face as I stole a quick glance that he knew that his life as he'd known it was over. He'd already gone too far to turn back, especially since the guards were now in possession of his clothes and he couldn't have left regardless. He was now committed to becoming whatever Barnes had in mind for him. He only hoped he'd be able to hide it from his wife and kids and live a seemingly normal life in the outside world.
"Very nice," said Barnes, circling his prey and running his hands over Joseph's body like a horse trainer inspecting a new gelding. "Very nice indeed."
He stood in front of Joseph and rubbed the palms of his hands over the new boy's nipples, making him squirm with pleasure and embarrassment. Then the master grabbed those nipples and twisted them furiously, making the boy's knees buckle as he sank to the floor, gasping with pain. Finally Barnes let go.
"Get up boy," he said and Joseph struggled to his feet, gingerly rubbing his nipples.
"Stand at attention," Barnes ordered and Joseph did so.
Barnes hefted his tackle, weighing each heavy ball in his hand. Then he closed his fist around them, pulling them down and squeezing them.
"These are mine, aren't they Joseph?" Barnes asked evilly.
"Yes Mr. Barnes," Joseph gasped, having difficulty keeping his knees from collapsing under him again.
"Yes Sir," Barnes corrected.
"Yes Sir!" Joseph echoed.
"Tell me what these are boy," Barnes said, continuing to clamp down on the testicles in his hand.
"They're my balls Sir," Joseph said.
"Whose balls?" Barnes barked, contracting his hand on the tender orbs.
"Y-y-your balls, Sir," Joseph gasped, rising on his toes in a futile effort to free himself. "They're your balls Sir."
"And what about this," Barnes demanded, roughly slapping Joseph's rigid cock with his free hand.
"That's your penis Sir. It's yours. Please Sir, let me go. Please," Joseph begged, almost crying in pain and humiliation.
Barnes smiled. Joseph would learn soon enough that he made no requests of his Master. But for now, it was sufficient to break him and initiate him into the harem.
"Of course," he said, releasing Renault's testicles and gently patting his cheek and smoothing his hair. "You're a good boy. I'm glad we understand each other."
Renault smiled timidly and nervously. Mr. Barnes had shown him a bit of tenderness; maybe this was a joke after all and he'd be able to return home to his family after being a good sport and showing his willingness to participate in company activities.
"You seem to be having a little problem with your erection Renault. Perhaps we should relieve you before you leave for the day. Boys," he said to the guards, "bring the dogs over here and have them help Mr. Renault with his problem.
Malloy and the other two drove us across the floor with swats to our asses until we surrounded the hapless Joseph Renault
"Why don't you take Mr. Renault's erection in your mouth boy," Barnes said to me, "and you get your tongue up his ass," was what he said to 059.
We did as ordered. I swallowed Joseph's rigid meat and 059 began to rim him, causing his knees to shake and forcing him to grab onto my head to steady himself.
"Come over here and work on his nipples boy," Barnes said to 073, who looked at him with hatred but did as he was told.
Truthfully, I don't think Barnes gave a shit what his former office boy thought of him; he'd been converted into an L.E.A. unit and could do nothing about it. His only choice was to follow orders or accept the consequences and with three guards standing there, there was little doubt the consequences would be immediate and painful. 073 rose to his feet and began to suckle on Renault's nipples, wetting the coating of hair on his chest and raising his tits to erect cones. I glanced up and could see 073's tongue working the points.
We worked on him for a time until his pelvis began to quiver and thrust into my mouth and I could feel him approaching climax. He was gasping for breath and holding my head tightly in his hands as he pumped into me, his wedding band pressing into my skull. Then, with a shout, I felt his cock throb over and over in my throat as he relieved himself of his load. When he was finished, he sank to the floor, panting from his exertion and his orgasm.
"Very nice," Mr. Barnes said, smiling. "Very nice indeed. I hope you feel better Renault."
"Thank you sir," Joseph panted. "I do."
"Good," Barnes beamed. "And I'm sure your wife will be interested in seeing the vids of this, hmmm? She knows about your... sexual proclivities doesn't she? How could she not?"
Renault turned pale and then, in a moment, the color came flooding back, turning his face scarlet.
"No, please Mr. Barnes. Please sir. She has no idea. She'd leave me in a minute; she'd have me brought up on charges. Please don't tell her, please... I love my kids... I'll do anything..."
Famous last words!
"Anything?" Barnes asked evilly.
"Anything," Renault responded. "Just please don't tell my wife."
"You're willing to do what I ask you then?"
"Yes sir."
"You're willing to follow my orders and obey me at all times?"
"Yes sir. Whatever you say sir."
"Well then I might be persuaded," Barnes said, stroking his chin as though considering his options.
"You're willing to become my slave then?"
"Yes sir!"
The significance of Barnes's conditions were obviously lost on the frightened new recruit or he might have thought more carefully about his answers. But then, in the end, he had only two choices anyway: accept the conditions and have his life made into a living hell or walk away and have his life ruined.
"Master!" Barnes shot back.
"Yes Master."
"Tell me then; what are you?"
"I'm your slave Sir."
"And what's your purpose here?"
"To serve you Sir; in whatever ways you want?"
"Very well. You may thank me for not telling your wife boy."
"Thank you Master. Thank you for not telling my wife."
"And what else? Are you grateful to me for taking you over?"
"Yes Master. Thank you for taking control of my life and making me your slave."
"Good!" Barnes beamed. "That's a good boy. Now crawl over here and lick my shoes to show your gratitude."
I cringed inside as I watched Barnes wantonly destroy yet another life and force someone into slavery. Joseph Renault might have been a closeted gay man but he certainly didn't deserve this humiliation and degradation at the hands of a sadist like Barnes. He certainly didn't deserve all that his new Master would be inflicting on him for his own entertainment.
Renault was dutifully licking his Master's shoes, holding onto his calves for support and running his darkening tongue over the shiny leather. Barnes looked up at Malloy.
"Put him on that bench and shave him. I want him to never forget whom he belongs to and what his new role in life is."
Joseph looked shocked and sat back on his heels.
"No please Master. Don't shave me! What will I say to my wife?"
"I don't give a crap what you say to your wife. Tell her it was a hazing incident at a club you've just joined. Just remember to keep yourself smooth all the time. If I ever find stubble on you, I'll beat the shit out of you! You should be glad I'm not having them pierce your cock and nipples tonight," Barnes shot back. "Take care of it!" he ordered Malloy, and the three guards closed in on the newest slave.
They pulled him over to a locker room bench and laid him down on his back. Sommers held his hands over his head and Shaiman held his feet while Malloy gathered up the equipment. He spread shaving foam all over Renault's body, from neck to feet and proceeded to shave him. Renault was crying quietly as his manhood was stripped away and he flinched each time the razor attacked another part of his body. Armpits, chest, love trail, pubes, cock and balls and legs. Malloy missed no opportunity to grope Joseph's body as he shaved him, pinching and twisting his nipples and stretching his scrotum much farther than was necessary to get a clean shave. Then Malloy instructed Shaiman to lift the slave's legs so that he could shave his ass. When he was clean, they led him to the showers by his cock and rinsed the remaining foam away.
When they finished in the showers, Renault stood denuded and dripping, covering his genitals with his hands and flushed with embarrassment and humiliation.
"Get in the correct position boy. Don't you know how a slave is supposed to present himself to his Master? You units demonstrate it for him," Barnes ordered.
The three of us assumed the proper position, heads bowed, feet apart, hands behind our backs.
"Get in position boy," Malloy shouted, slashing at Joseph's ass with his truncheon. The new slave howled in pain and grabbed his burning butt with both hands, exposing his tackle. Then, working to control himself, he imitated us and assumed the correct position.
"That's better," Barnes said. "You're a little pudgy boy; you'll be needing to spend more time in the company gym from now on. I like my boys to be in shape, so plan on spending a couple of hours a day there. You can report to my trainer tomorrow. I'll send these units with you to provide you some company. Tonight, you'll sleep here in the kennel with these units. We'll call your wife and tell her you've pulled an all- nighter and that you won't be home until tomorrow night. Now it's time you began to learn what a slave's life is like. Collar him and put him in a cage with one of the other slave boys. Bed him down with Swainton. They used to be co-workers and now they're co-slaves so they have some things in common," Barnes ordered the guards.
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. So 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 of the bowl. 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, he parted his legs and allowed me to enter him. It was the only comfort I could give.
To be continued.