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Be careful and be alive - White Collar
The previous installment of "Executive Slave" ended as follows:
"No, please," Fuller 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^Å"
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.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 33
Fuller's panting and moaning told me that Joseph was bringing him close. Grossman's pucker was pulsating against my tongue and lips and I knew from his gaspy breaths that he was approaching the edge so I renewed my efforts.
"Slaves, jack his dick," Malloy ordered and I reached up for Grossman's pulsating flesh and began to jack him.
I heard a hoarse shout and felt Grossman's orgasm first with my tongue and then with my skin as his hot cum spewed across my chest and belly. In the midst of this tumult, I heard Fuller's shout of ecstasy and despair. He couldn't resist the need to come but he knew that his orgasm, filmed for all the world to witness if necessary, had condemned him to servitude.
Grossman was shaking against my mouth as the power of his orgasm passed and he fell forward on his hands and knees, his strength spent. Fuller had collapsed on top of Joseph, who held his legs as both men shook with sobs. Malloy went and stood over them, while the other guards assumed positions on either side of us, weapons at the ready, as though naked men were any match for LEA officers. I suppose if we'd been able to operate as a team, we might have overcome them but the four men who'd been on top were by now completely demoralized, not to mention spent from their orgasms and we units knew the Authority's methods and long reach to well to try to start anything: we knew we'd probably pay for it with our lives through the particularly grim means of being recycled. I'd certainly heard enough about that from 059 to ever try disobedience to my handlers.
"You four have now been taken under care of the Labor Enforcement Authority under Article 2020-0150.02 of the Criminal Code, sexual predation with duress", Malloy said.
I couldn't believe my ears. Surely they'd done nothing; surely these charges were trumped up by Barnes who, it seemed, was becoming more and more overreaching in his desire for new subjects for his sadism. I turned my head to glance at 059 who was looking puzzled and then I risked raising my eyes to look at Malloy's face and I could see the doubts written all over it. Shaiman and Sommers also stared at him, looks of incredulity on their faces.
Malloy swallowed hard and continued.
"You will be taken to the nearest center for processing into units of the LEA. You have abrogated all your rights as citizens and are no longer free men."
The four men began yelling and crying, protesting their innocence. Grossman and Fuller were on their knees, begging to be released from this and the other two started to rise to their feet, their hands bunched in fists as though they imagined they could resist. Shaiman and Sommers made short work of them with their electric prods and in an instant, the two men were writhing on the floor gasping for breath. Fuller and Grossman looked horrified and instinctively moved their hands to protect their genitals.
"Please, please," they cried. "Please don't. We haven't done anything." "You can plead your case down at the Center," Malloy said shakily and glanced at me, as if to search for absolution. A lot of good it would do them to plead.
"Let's pre-process them here," Malloy said to the other two officers, recovering his officiousness; he was more comfortable on the firm ground of procedure. "Take 'em downstairs, shave 'em down and clean 'em out. Then get collars on them. I'll call for a van from the Center and by the time it gets here, they should be ready for transport." "Yes sir," Sommers replied and, snapping a salute at Malloy, began herding the new units across the floor, keeping them on their hands and knees.
The two units who'd been shocked were having difficulty coordinating the movements of their arms and legs and kept falling on their bellies as one limb or another collapsed under them. Each time, one of the guards, following behind, would kick them in the balls to keep them moving forward. Their howls of pain and humiliation slowly faded down the halls as the train progressed toward the elevators.
I was beginning to think that Barnes had gone mad. Did he think he was so powerful so as to be invulnerable? How many men could he enslave before he attracted the attention of the Authority, if for no other reason than no one he came in contact with was safe from his predations? "Alright you four; it's time to get back downstairs. I expect you to help us induct the new units into the system. Stay on your hands and knees," Malloy ordered.
Glancing at each other, we got on our hands and knees and began crawling down the hall. Joseph's entire body sagged in defeat as he crawled. He had not yet been to the Center and so hadn't had his mindset modified into a unit's thinking. He was still embarrassed by his nakedness and the humiliations he'd been through in the last 24 hours. He'll soon be past that, I thought. Put him into the stocks and let him experience training by an Administrator and he'll be unitized in no time. The movement of his body bespoke utter humiliation while 059 and I simply crawled like the dogs we'd become. This was our life and we knew it.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 34
When we arrived downstairs, after being paraded naked through the halls, Malloy and his two assistants pressed us into service to begin the processing of the four new units. We took them into the showers, shaved them and administered enemas. Joseph shaved Fuller, which wasn't difficult since the only hair on his body was under his arms, a light coating of blond fur across his pecs and the fur at his nether regions. Shaiman stood there with a prod, making it clear that there resistance was futile so Fuller followed instructions to clasp his hands behind his neck to expose his pits and chest, spread his legs and bend and spread his ass cheeks as Joseph not-so-expertly shaved him under Shaiman's tutelage.
Grossman was assigned to me, which was a good thing since I had a bit more experience with the task and Grossman was a bit more difficult to shave. I instructed him to put his hands behind his neck and proceeded to shave the dark fur that covered his armpits and barely thinned out before converging with the salt and pepper hair that covered his chest and belly. I was very careful around his large, erect nipples. As I worked my way down his belly and love trail, it was obvious that he found the humiliation of being stripped of his manhood arousing: his cock surged upward with rhythmic pulses and pre-cum oozed from his piss slit. I knew that Barnes would have a field day working him over; here was a born submissive.
059 and 073 were assigned to the other two "recruits" and their tasks were complicated by the remnant muscle spasms the two continued to experience, much to their embarrassment. Their experiences with the enemas was even more embarrassing because they couldn't completely control their anal sphincters and kept shooting jets of dirty fluid out of their rectums. To the guards' great amusement, 073 caught one jet full in the face before he realized he needed to stand clear of the unit's butt. It took us about half an hour to complete the processing but finally the four new units had been transformed. Where earlier this morning there had been four employees of the Barnes company, dressed in suits and ties, their manhood intact, there were now four LEA units, naked, shaved, cleaned out and quite humiliated. None of them would lift his head or look anyone in the eye. They were well on their way to being broken; well on their way to being effective units for the LEA. Each of them had much to learn and a great deal of training to be full-fledged units but the primary induction had been completed: they knew they were no longer men; they knew they'd become things to be used by other men.
Seeing that everyone was stripped of all body hair, cleaned out and washed down, Malloy ordered us to get in a line, facing right, and place our right hand on the right shoulder of the unit in front of us. Then he marched us down the hall to the freight elevator and took us up to the executive suite. We were ordered into Mr. Barnes office and made to halt our march in front of his desk where he sat engrossed in some paperwork. Malloy ordered us to face forward and assume the presentation position, hands behind necks, feet spread, heads down. Then we waited.
Finally, I heard Barnes rise from his chair and cross the room. He walked down the row of units, inspecting each of our bodies. Some of us he was quite familiar with of course and we received only a cursory inspection: an upward slap to a cock, causing it to rebound from a muscular belly with a smacking sound, followed by a grunt of pain. Our balls were hefted and pulled down, testing our response to pain and our nipples were pulled, twisted and pinched. For the four new units however, it was a much more deliberate examination, since he'd not yet had a chance to use them and explore their tolerances. It was also a demonstration for these novices that their status in the world had changed drastically and they no longer had choices about what uses their bodies were put to. Barnes made sure he humiliated them as completely as possible in order to break their spirits.
Grossman was standing beside me, his cock still erect and throbbing. Barnes stood in front of him a long time just looking. He was close enough that I could see his erection pressing against his pants. I figured he'd had his eye on Grossman for quite a while and was thoroughly enjoying the process of considering all the ways he could use him. And certainly Grossman's body would be arousing to a bent man. Grossman had either been born with good genes or took a lot of trouble to maintain his body for he had respectable abs for a man in his mid-40s and a well- muscled chest. His torso was trim, as were his limbs and I could see the evidence of the musculature that supported his frame. His face was ordinary but in a pleasant way; at least he was certainly not going to crack any mirrors. All in all, he presented an enjoyable package for a man who liked men. At last, Barnes stepped forward and ran his hands over the hapless unit's body, pausing to press the pads of his thumbs into the nipples and move them around. Then he took the tits between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched them hard, pulling firmly downward. Grossman gasped and rose on his toes, whimpering with the pain. Barnes let go with his right and, still holding a nipple in his left, backhanded Grossman across the face.
"Never cry out when you're being used, unit," Barnes stated in a bland tone that sent shivers up my spine. "Do you understand?"
Anger I could understand but such cold-bloodedness was frightening.
"Yes," Grossman replied and immediately received another hard blow to his face.
"Yes sir!" he barked and Barnes let go of his nipple.
"That's better," Barnes said quietly. "I always thought you were trainable." For emphasis, he grabbed the hapless man's balls and squeezed hard.
"Yes sir, thank you sir. I'm sure I'm trainable."
I could see the flush of humiliation spreading from Grossman's crotch to the rest of his body as he was forced to acknowledge his malleability. "Good," Barnes cooed and let go of his balls. "Now turn around and bend over. Spread your butt."
Grossman hesitated a second and Barnes' knee was slamming into his testicles. He cried out in pain and doubled over, clutching his battered nuts. I thought for a second he was going to heave but he managed to straighten slightly and turn around very gingerly. Bending was not a problem at this point but it took him several moments to release his throbbing balls. Barnes encouraged him by reaching between his legs and taking hold of the bruised organs for him.
"Here, let me hold those for you," Barnes said with a gentleness that belied what he had just done and I was sure was not reflected in his grip on Grossman's jewels.
Finally the new unit managed to release his sac and reached back to grab his butt cheeks and pull them apart, exposing his hole. Barnes reached around him and placed his finger in front of Grossman's mouth.
"Wet it," he ordered and Grossman took it into his mouth.
Then Barnes took his finger and began to open Grossman's virgin hole. Grossman was trembling and whimpering as Barnes shoved one finger in as far as it would go. Then he removed his finger and thrust two in, causing Grossman to yelp in pain at being stretched more than he ever had been.
"Get used to it," I thought. "That's only the beginning".
It never ceases to amaze me how stupid men are about their assholes. They think a doctor's digital probe is embarrassing and uncomfortable, little knowing what the male anus is capable of taking in. Mr. Barnes would most assuredly give these new units an education in penetration. I could see the sweat popping up on Grossman's body and knew he was in pain as well as feeling utterly humiliated. Finally Barnes finished his examination and ordered all the units to turn around and kneel.
"Foreheads to the floor," he ordered. "Reach back and spread your butts."
I certainly obeyed as rapidly as I could, as did the other experienced units, however, I could tell that the new recruits were still not understanding their new position because I could hear the impacts of foot to balls and the grunts of pain as each was punished for hesitating. They'd learn soon enough but I figured it would take the intake processing at the Center to help them fully integrate into their new place in the world.
"Units should understand their place in the world," Barnes lectured, walking up and down the line of upturned asses and echoing my own thoughts. "You no longer have a place other than to do exactly what you're told by your superiors. Do it without question and do it immediately. When you fail to obey, you will be punished, as you have just seen. You new units, let these experienced units be your models and your mentors. They can help you transition for the world you knew to the world of the unit. Unquestioning obedience; instant obedience. You are now showing your best side to the world; your assholes. Get used to it and you'll be happier for it."
He paused.
"I'm finished with them now. Take them to the Center for complete processing, all except this one."
Since we had our heads on the floor and our backsides to him, none of us had any idea who he'd picked out and naturally, had no idea what he wanted with the selected unit. I had a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach because I knew what he was capable of. Then I felt his hand on my hole, gently caressing my ass lips and probing my pucker. My heart sank.
To be continued.