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:

"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 from 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.

Executive Slave -- Chapter 35

"Now, my boy," Mr. Barnes purred in a low voice. "I think it's time for us to talk. You may kneel up."

I raised my head off the floor and assumed the "at ease" position: knees spread, hands behind my back, head down.

"It's too bad you fucked up so badly; you were one of my most clever employees," Barnes continued, seating himself on the corner of his desk in such a manner that one leg was in front of the desk and the other to the side, making an obvious display of his menacing crotch. I could see the bulge in my peripheral vision and the remembrance of his column of flesh skewering me and splitting me open made me hard. He obviously noticed my arousal because he chuckled.

"Clever enough to hide your own bent nature from the world and even from yourself well into your adulthood," he laughed. "Only a true faggot would get hard at the sight of his Master's equipment. That's something the Authority only released in you; they didn't introduce it."

Was he right? Ever since I'd been taken into custody by the LEA and trained to provide sexual release to my betters, I'd assumed that they'd simply trained me to perform like one of Pavlov's dogs: respond appropriately, and you'll be "rewarded". But could I have been wrong? Could it be that Barnes had once again spotted someone who was bent but needed to be correctly shaped and trained to realize his true self? The idea shocked me to my core. Then, the memories began to flood back; all the times I'd wanted to look at other men but didn't allow myself to do so, as much in fear of finding this was what I really wanted as in fear of being found out.

"I can see this is a revelation to you. Your throbbing cock and the consternation on your face says it all. Well, don't worry about it. I won't tell a soul," Barnes laughed wickedly, sliding off the desk. "Come with me boy. We have a little work to do. And you can rise if you'd like; might be easier on your knees."

Mr. Barnes led me into his private room and ordered me onto the table, on my back. I laid back and he removed his jacket. What the hell was this about?

He removed the rest of his clothes and stood next to the table, naked. He truly was an impressive man: more than six feet tall and over 200 lbs., all of it muscle. His arms were hard cords of muscle and as he moved, his pecs clenched and shifted under the coating of salt and pepper hair covering them. He began stroking my body as he moved around the table, talking softly about how much he'd been looking forward to this and how much he knew I wanted it. And while I was still wondering what the hell he was after, my cock and ass began to think for me and I found myself moaning and squirming at his touch. He pinched my nipples and pulled on them, sending a shiver of desire up my spine. He told me I'd been a bad boy and needed to be disciplined, slapping my balls hard.

"Count boy!" he barked at me.

Whack.

"One Sir, thank You Sir. May i have another Sir?

Whack.

"Two Sir, thank You Sir. May i have another Sir?"

He spanked my testicles ten times and then began to rub my burning sack gently to sooth away the pain while he cooed.

"That's my good boy. You like it when your Daddy disciplines you, don't you boy?"

"Yes Daddy," I answered, lost in my desire and not caring what I was saying.

"Open your mouth boy," he said quietly.

When I obeyed, he put his fingers in my mouth.

"Suck boy. Get them good and wet."

As I sucked, slathering them with my saliva, he pushed his fingers farther into my mouth, making me choke and gag.

"Good boy," he whispered. "That's my good boy. Keep on sucking your Daddy's fingers."

After a time, he took his hand out of my mouth. He had one hand on my nipples and the other found its way to my cunt. He pushed one wet finger into my hole and I raised my hips off the table, wanting more. A second finger went in and then a third as I moaned my need.

"That's my good boy. Daddy can give you what you need, can't he boy?"

"Yes Daddy. Please give me what I need," I said reaching out to him for the first time. My fingers touched his nipples and it was like an electric shock. I needed him!

"Please Daddy. I need you. Please fuck me Daddy!" I begged.

"All right boy. I think your Daddy will give his boy what he needs," he whispered.

I didn't need further instruction. As he climbed up on the table, I raised my legs and pulled them toward my head to give him access. I had to have him in me. He'd fucked me brutally in the past but this was different; this had to be love. He was so gentle and firm with me and I wanted him to take me, to use me.

He lubed his cock and pushed the head through my sphincter. God, he was big. I'd forgotten just how big he was. I gasped and whimpered and he held, waiting for me to adjust to him. When my ring finally relaxed, he pushed in all the way. Soon I felt his wiry hair pressing into my denuded ass and he began to pump. I reached up for his large, erect nipples and kneaded them to increase his pleasure, while, at the same time, using the muscles of my cunt to squeeze his dick. The sounds of his sweaty thighs slapping against my butt resounded in the room, mixed with our moans, whimpers and grunts. I hadn't been fucked like this ever and had no idea it could be this way. The energy kept rising in me with each thrust and soon I was moaning and whimpering non-stop, begging him to keep fucking me until my entire body exploded from that point of pleasure that was inside my ass. At the same moment, he yelled and rabbited into my ass, filling it with his cum. There was no cum from my cock; all my pleasure was focused inside my body but my orgasm was more powerful, more overwhelming than any other I'd had.

Executive Slave -- Chapter 36

I was completely spent and lay there on the table, lost in a post-coital bliss such as I'd never known. After a few minutes rest, Mr. Barnes got off the table and walked to the end where my head lay.

"Clean me up boy," he ordered, offering me his slippery cock.

Obediently and gratefully, I opened my mouth and engulfed the instrument of my initiation into a new world of pleasure. As I licked my ass mucus and his cum off of it, I felt him begin to stiffen again. Would he fuck me again? I worked harder, hoping that I'd be rewarded for my diligence. But he had another agenda.

"Now boy, let's talk a bit. Off the table."

I stood and assumed my "at ease" position but on my feet this time, rather than on my knees.

"I need someone I can trust and I'm thinking you're the one. If you're a good boy and do as I ask, I'll reward you as I just did. You take care of me and I'll take care of you. How's that sound?"

"Fine Sir," I answered, hesitating. "B-but what can I do for you? I'm just an LEA unit Sir. I have no power."

"True enough boy. But you have knowledge and that's what I need right now. The right kind of knowledge..."

He'd really piqued my interest by this time and I was quite curious as to what I, a unit in custody, could possibly do for him, a captain of industry.

"What sort of knowledge Sir? I was just a middle manager when I worked for you."

"You still work for me boy and don't forget it," he flared but quickly recovered himself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Of course I knew what you meant. But never mind that... What I'm looking for is a way to make some investments that won't be traceable to me. Do you understand?"

I thought for several moments and then realized what he was saying.

"Oh... Yes Sir... I understand. I think I may just be able to do what you're asking. How much did you want to invest Sir?" I asked.

Smiling, he moved against me and reached around my body to place his hand on my ass. As he spoke, he began fingering my tingling hole, sending shivers through me.

"About $100 million. And if you do a good job for me, you'll become my personal unit and I'll give you what you need every day. How does that sound boy?"

"That's sounds wonderful Sir," I answered truthfully, my body still quivering from the pleasure of his fucking, his finger promising even more.

Then I swallowed hard. Did he say $100 million? Why did he need me to do this for him when he had an entire department to handle such things? Then a dawning awareness began to creep into my brain: he wanted to hide the money. He was looking for a way to evade reporting it to the Tax Authority! He was asking me to help him in a criminal pursuit. Well it made no difference to me; I was already under the control of the LEA. What else could they do to me? Recycle me? Perhaps but they'd be wasting a perfectly good unit if they did and surely they'd figure out who'd been the instigator. Certainly not one of their units. I had no ability to do anything outside the direction and assistance of a free person. But why would he trust me?

As I mulled this over in my mind, he moved behind me, breathing on my neck, fingering my nipple with one hand and caressing my pucker with the other.

"What's my lover boy thinking?" he whispered, nibbling on my neck.

I arched my back, finding myself almost addicted to his now gentle touch.

"I'll do whatever You want Master," I answered, reaching to pull his head against my skin. I was intoxicated by his smell and the feel of him against me. It drove all other thoughts out of my mind. All I wanted was him inside me.

"Please fuck me again Master."

I was calling him "Master" and I meant it. Anything he wanted I would do. My slave cunt had spoken for me, giving voice to my wants and needs. I needed Him to master me. I needed him to control me. I needed him to possess me.

"Good boy," he smiled.

He pushed me toward the table again and his hand on my chest ordered me to lay back. I rolled my pelvis back and spread my legs, holding them out of his way, my cunt lips begging for his manhood.

I was still slick from our last fuck and he slid easily into me. He played my body like a musical instrument, stroking, blowing, sucking and fingering. My nipples, my cock, my testicles, my belly, my thighs, my armpits; he played all of me and I gratefully went where he took me. I kept begging him to keep fucking me, never wanting it to stop and unable to stop my entreaties. All I wanted was more of him. I was completely lost in him, but I also felt as if I had finally been found. Tears welled up in my eyes and slid down my cheeks: he'd called me his lover boy!

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When Master Barnes finished, I lowered my legs as he went to his desk, picked up his phone and dialed.

"Bring me a set of unit clothes; the office worker design. That's right. Medium," he said and hung up.

I was still lying on the table and wondered if he wanted me to move but since he hadn't given me an order to do so, I remained on my back, his cum oozing out of my sloppy, pulsing cunt.

He put his shirt on without buttoning it and pulled on his trousers but left his weapon, my conqueror, hanging out of the fly. In a few minutes, his assistant brought in some folded garments. Master gave a wag of his head toward me and his assistant placed the clothes on the table beside me. No sign crossed his face but his eyes told me of his envy and his fear. Obviously, he was distressed that I'd been the recipient of his boss's seed but he was also fearful of what the cost of that gift might be. He wasn't suffering from penis envy; he was suffering from ass envy.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Barnes?" he asked, almost snapping to attention.

Master Barnes was looking at a report.

"Nothing for now. I'll call if I need you," he said without looking up. "Get dressed boy," he said.

I got up from the table and picked up the clothes. I could see their purpose immediately. The shirt was white and very sheer and thin. I put it on and my nipples protruded, making little mounds in the fabric. The pants weren't much better, though at least they were black. Still, they were made of a thin, sheer fabric and my genitals were displayed almost more provocatively than if I'd been wearing nothing at all. I stood there, looking down at myself, wishing that I'd been permitted to remain nude, as I'd become accustomed to being. It felt humiliating to be clothed but to have one's features visible to anyone.

"Master?" I ventured, standing in front of him. "I-I.. couldn't I just wear nothing?"

"Those are the rules," he said, now looking up and casting his eyes over my body. "Units working in an office environment are to be clothed in this sort of attire. It's all according to regulations."

"Yes Master," I answered.

How had he done this to me? Had this been part of his plan from the start or had it only occurred to him later; when he began to consider what I had done to cross the Authority and consider the possibilities for himself? And why was he considering it anyway? Surely he couldn't be looking to get me into further trouble. If the scheme were discovered, it wouldn't take a nuclear scientist or a Nobel laureate economist to understand that I had only been doing what my Master directed me to do. Mr. Barnes was already an immensely wealthy and powerful man. Why would he want to fuck with the Authority? As I pondered this, the answer hit me like a shot between the eyes: it was the risk. Barnes had gotten to his position through risk-taking and he had become addicted to the rush. His sadism was part of the whole equation: stretch the envelop and see what happens. Now he was taking the greatest risk of all and was entrusting me to carry it off for him. I flushed with pride at the level of trust he was showing me. That pride and the extreme pleasure he was giving me every time he fucked me kept me loyal to him. Perhaps I'd mistaken his intentions. Perhaps he had done the things he'd done to me as a way of showing his care and concern. These thoughts were swimming vigorously around my mind, having a hard time finding a shore. But one thing I knew certain-sure: when he put his cock in me, I lost all judgment and all control.

He put me in a small, private office inside the executive suite. It had no windows and the door opened onto his reception area. If I opened the door, his assistant, whose name I soon learned, was Trent Lotz,, would look up at me and ask whether there was anything I needed. Since the office was equipped with a PC and a Spartanly supplied desk, I told him the only thing I needed was a couple of legal pads and a cup of coffee, if I might have that. Truth be told, I'd been broken of my addiction to caffeine almost as soon as I'd been taken into custody but I wanted to see what his response would be and it would also be a true luxury to have a drink of the bitter brew that had once been such an important accoutrement to my working life: one of the small pleasures a free man was permitted. Trent told me he'd call down for these and have them brought in. He stared at me sternly as if to tell me that the exchange was over and I'd best go back to my desk, which I decided to do.

I booted up the PC and found that an e-mail account opened for me automatically. There was a memo to me from Master Barnes indicating the account in which I'd find the $100 million dollars he wanted me to invest. There was another memo indicating the name of a holding company which I could use to divert funds into accounts which were held overseas and would not be taxed or traced by the Authority. My task was to find investment opportunities which would appreciate in value, all the while keeping the funds from being tracked back to Master Barnes.

I worked through the afternoon, researching obscure commodities markets and investments that garnered little attention from the large markets which fell under the watchful eyes of the Authority. I'd noted several that appeared to be likely prospects and made some preliminary buys to test the waters. I had lost track of time and was still hard at work when Master Barnes came into my office.

"I see my lover boy is hard at work," he said. "How's it going?"

Instinctively, I jumped up and fell to my knees, bowing my head and assuming the proper position.

"It's going well Master. i've made some trial buys in some markets that i think will prove to be an appropriate use of Your funds Sir. i can show You what i've done if that pleases You Master."

"Sure, let me see," he said and sat at the computer.

I showed him what I'd discovered and the investments I'd made and explained my rationale. He seemed pleased.

"Good boy," he said. "Come to my office in ten minutes and I'll give you your reward for a good day's work.

"Yes Master," I answered, truly pleased and grateful. "Thank You Master."

I watched the minutes tick by and as nine minutes and forty-five seconds elapsed, I stood and walked out of my "office" and into Master Barnes's. Trent coldly watched me as I went by his desk and knocked in Master's door.

"Come in boy," he called and I entered his office, closing the door after me.

"Lock it," he ordered and I obeyed as a thrill ran down my spine.

"Strip boy!"

"Yes Master," I answered and quickly complied

I stood in display position, feet spread, hands clasped behind my back, head down. There was no need to say "at Your service, Master". The posture said it all. My hard dick, throbbing against my belly, served as an inverted exclamation point

"Very nice," he murmured, looking me over. "I always appreciate it when a boy is eager. That is what you are, isn't it boy? Eager?"

"Yes Master, thank You Sir," I answered quickly. In fact, the lips of my cunt were pulsing, awaiting my reward for a day's work.

"Good boy," he said.

By now, he'd risen and come around the desk. He stood in front of me and took my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing hard. I shuddered and moaned as the electrical connection was completed between my tits and my ass. The shudders continued as he pulled up hard on my nubs, making me rise on my toes and press my chest to his hands.

"Please Master, please. Give me more!" I hissed lustfully.

He chuckled and twisted my nipples, pulling a gasp from my mouth. Then he raised his knee and caressed my balls and perineum. I was about to lose my mind. I could see that my pre-cum was streaking the leg of his trousers but he didn't seem to care. He just kept pressing, every few moments, lowering his leg and then raising it sharply, colliding with my balls and sending a jolt of erotic pain through my pelvis. I counted each blow.

"One Sir, thank You Master. May i have another Master?"

He gave me ten before denying my request for another.

"That's sufficient for now boy. I think we understand each other."

"Yes Master, thank You Sir," I gasped as my spine relaxed from the onslaught of stimulation he'd just doled out to me.

"Get down on your knees and clean my pants," he ordered and I fell to my knees, using my tongue to clean my slime from his pants leg. As I licked, he alternately stroked my head and pinched my nipples. Each time he pinched, I'd lick all the more enthusiastically. I was also wiggling my ass, hoping to entice him into what I was hoping would be my "reward". Finally, he relented and gave me what I was begging for, but not before making me beg out loud.

"So what do you want for your reward my boy?" he asked, chuckling softly as he opened his pants and exposed his heavy tool.

"Please Master, this lowly boy would like to have his Master fuck his cunt," I said, my mouth watering as I stared at his flesh.

"How much do you want it boy? How much do you need it?"

He held it in his hand and bounced it up and down. My eyes followed the head like a bouncing ball. The only thing I wanted was to have it in me.

"Please Master, i want it so badly. my boy dick is leaking Sir and my cunt is throbbing, wanting You to fill it. Please Master, please fuck Your boy. Please Sir!" I whimpered wanting this teasing to end.

"What will you do for it?" he said, stringing it out.

"Anything Master. i'm your slave. i'll do anything you want, just please fuck me Master. Please, i need it!" I begged, groveling at his feet. I kissed his shoes and held onto his calf. "Please!"

"Very well, my boy. I'll fuck your pussy since you begged so prettily. Get up and lean over the desk. And if you leak on my desk, you'll clean it off. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master, with pleasure Sir!" I answered eagerly, rising from the floor.

I leaned across his desk, my cock hanging down and my nipples touching the cold surface. I could feel my ass lips pulsing, wanting only to be spread and filled by his manhood. Just fill my pussy Master!

There were no preliminaries, not even any lube. I felt the large head of his penis pressing against my ring and I pushed down, hoping to take it in as quickly as possible. He split me open and it burned like fire, even though I was a well-trained unit who had learned to take it up the ass like a whore. I gasped and willed my sphincter to open and relax, pressing back against him as I felt him slide in inch by inch. I could feel his rigid flesh sliding along my rectum, massaging my hungry prostate and opening my gut. More! I wanted more! And I got it.

I knew he was big: long and thick and I knew he would entirely fill me, body and soul, when he was all the way in. I contracted my muscles to give him extra stimulation in an effort to join him to me. A thought flitted through my brain like a phantom that, just perhaps, I could ensnare him just as he had ensnared me. I would never top him; I never wanted to! But I could, perhaps, addict him to my cunt and make him want only me as his cunt slave. I arched my back, reached back and pulled his hips to my ass cheeks and squeezed with all my strength. He groaned and, feeling him throb inside me, I thought I might just have him!

Master began to thrust spastically, his thighs slapping against my butt and his breath coming in rapid-fire gasps and moans.

"Uhh, uhhh, uhhhh, ohh, uhhh.." he gasped.

I, in turn was grunting and groaning as his column of hard flesh with the larger ring of the corona, rubbed over my highly evolved sex gland.

"Oh god, please fuck me Master, fuck me harder. Fuck me!" I cried and he complied.

There was a rush of energy, a barrage of thrusts and we both climaxed with shouts of ecstasy. Master Barnes collapsed on my back, panting and moaning. He ran his hands along my flanks as he waited for his heart rate to slow, whispering "good boy" over and over in my ear. I fairly purred with pleasure as the energy of the climax spread through my extremities and slowly dissipated with drowsiness.

How long we lay there, I don't know. I was pulled back to consciousness when Master lifted himself off my back and I could tell from the stiffness of my back and ribs that he had been on top of me for more than a couple of minutes. I glanced at the clock and saw that it read 6:30. It had been 5:00 when we started so we must have lain there sleeping well over an hour and a quarter.

Master Barnes seemed distracted somehow: something I'd never seen in him. He refused to look at me. He busied himself cleaning up, which in itself seemed odd since, in the past, he would have ordered me to clean his cock for him. He ordered me to take the service elevator to the kennel level and turn in for the night.

"Oh, and be sure to get something to eat before you go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day."

"Yes Master," I said, standing and assuming the appropriate position. "Master?"

"Yes, boy, what is it?"

"Master, would you like me to clean your desk?"

I had, in the course of our encounter, leaked and come on the desk and my output had run down the side of his desk and pooled on the floor.

"N-no... That won't be necessary. The cleaning people will see to it. Just go downstairs... That's a good boy," he said distractedly.

"Yes Master. Thank You Sir," I answered.

I recovered my clothes and hesitated, considering whether to dress but decided it really didn't matter at this point. Besides, I liked having his seed oozing from my cunt. It proved that he had taken me. Or had I taken him?

To be continued.