Author: White Collar

Title: Executive Slave -- Part 16 (M/M, B&D, Humiliation)

Date: March 16, 2007

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:

I dressed in my "uniform": the sheer white shirt that displayed my tits so prominently and the thin black slacks that did more to reveal my genitals than wearing no clothes at all would have done. I pulled on the loafers (no socks) and followed Malloy to the service elevator. He delivered me to my cubicle, reported said delivery to Barnes's assistant and left.

I turned on my computer and began my work under the assistant's bored gaze. After a short time, he lost interest and incentive to watch me and left to attend to his own work. Now was my chance.

I knew what I needed to do and did it quickly and efficiently. Using hacking skills I'd last used in college, I laid down a false trail and opened an e-mail account on an ISP that would not be easily traced back to me. It wasn't fool-proof, but I figured the prize that I would make available would be seen to be much more valuable and appealing than a lowly LEA unit. They already had me; what else could they do to me? In reality, I knew what else they could do to me and didn't want to contemplate that possibility too much. But I didn't really care either. If I couldn't be with Duncan and live in peace, albeit as a slave, I preferred not to live at all. And Barnes had already placed Duncan at death's door. So we had nothing to lose.

I composed a message with the necessary hints in it, including the names of the banks and account numbers, and sent it off. Having done the deed, I sat back in my chair and breathed a quiet sigh. I figured that whatever happened, it shouldn't take too many days to see the results.

The results would only show me how completely I had underestimated the Authority's desire for vengeance.

Executive Slave -- Chapter 40

I worked through the day without seeing Master Barnes, nor did I hear him. I don't even know whether he'd come in or had something else on his schedule. I finished up and asked his assistant for permission to go back to the kennels, which he granted me. I'd been doubly anxious all day for what I'd done and the possible outcomes and for Duncan. How had he fared during the day?

Happily, when I got down to the kennels, Duncan was sitting on a bench, albeit in a diaper. I glanced into his eyes and he flashed me a reassuring look and then I gestured, nonchalantly I hoped, at the diaper.

"What's this?" I asked, trying to sound unconcerned.

"Oh, this?" he grinned, flushing slightly with embarrassment. "Malloy had me put it on to soak up any residual blood. But don't worry; I'm better now and the bleeding's stopped. Still, my ass feels like somebody drilled me with a hot poker."

"Well, in a way, I did, if you remember," I chuckled, just relieved to see him sitting up and talking.

I came close to falling on him with my arms around his neck but I fought off the temptation. "I'm sorry," I said, blinking back tears, "but he forced me."

"I know," he said, touching my hand. "I know. Don't fret over it."

"The bastard," I said whispered. I paused. "Are you allowed to shower? Can you take it off?"

"Take a look," he said, holding the waistband of the diaper away from his backside so that I could peer down inside.

"I don't see any signs of blood," I said. "Looks like you're OK."

"Well, I may not be bleeding but it will be several days before I'm OK," Duncan smiled lopsidedly in chagrin. "But let's go shower. I'd like to clean you up after your day at work."

He removed the diaper and, after checking it again to be assured there was no fresh blood, we walked to the showers.

"Was he there today? Did he come after you?" Duncan asked me, looking concerned.

"Do you see me walking bow-legged?" I asked, grinning. "No, I didn't see hide nor hair of him all day. He must've been away on some other errand of mercy."

Duncan chuckled ruefully. We turned on the taps and I gently soaped Duncan, letting my fingers linger on his nipples as I pinched and tweaked them, making him moan. I knelt on one knee and washed his feet, pushing my fingers lovingly between his toes and licking the bottoms of his feet. This was an accepted practice, since I was, officially, an underling to him. No surveillance cams could detect the love in the caresses of my tongue on the soles of his feet; they could not see the adoration in which I held him.

When I'd finished washing him, he began to clean me. As he washed my genitals, I bent to his ear.

"I've done it!" I whispered.

He stopped and glanced up at me with a worried look.

"Done what?" he whispered, his voice masked from mics by the splashing of the water.

"You'll see," I said, not daring to say out loud what I'd attempted. "It will be the end of either him or me. That's all I can say..."

Now he looked quite worried and rose to his feet.

"Oh Cliff, of my god, what have you done?" Duncan asked, his voice pinched with anxiety.

"It doesn't matter," I said, slightly defensive now. "It can't be changed. I'm tired of living like this and if it can't be better, I'd rather not."

"Oh my god," Duncan said, sweat breaking out on his brow. "How long till this works out?"

"A day; maybe two. But I don't think it'll be too long... And please don't worry," I said, backtracking, for it suddenly struck me that, while I might not want to live if I couldn't have Duncan, what would it be like for him if I disappeared from his life? I hadn't stopped to consider that and now I saw his near-frantic fear.

"It'll be OK," I said, hoping I sounded positive. "It'll be OK. Don't worry. Come on. We'd better go. Here come the new recruits.

He looked like he was about to cry but he swallowed hard and blinked back the tears. "OK," he said hoarsely. "It'll be OK."

Shaiman and Sommers brought Renault, Fuller, Grossman and the other new recruits out of the elevator and led them into the showers. Renault and Grossman walked with the distinct gait of men who had had their asses opened and fucked for an extended time. Fuller's and the others' jaws hung slightly slack, showing that they'd been providing oral service all day. All of them had red backsides, as though they'd also suffered corporal punishment as part of their training. There were tear tracks down all their faces; probably tears of pain mixed with humiliation and despair. Their lives would never be the same and each of them knew it. What had been was no longer and there was no going back.

They entered the shower area and Duncan and I were instructed to clean them up and to do it quickly so that we could be fed, watered and kenneled for the night. We administered enemas to the three who'd been fucked, washing them out until they were clean. They were shaking with humiliation as we inserted the nozzles in their puckered ass lips and flooded their insides with warm water. As we were washing them, Fuller, who'd been sucking cock all day, fell to his knees and retched onto the floor. Milky vomit was ejected from his mouth and he cried between his heaves. He wasn't the first newly inducted unit to puke the cum that had gone down his throat. It can take a while for a straight man to become accustomed to swallowing seed and keeping it down. It's hard for them to learn to take it. The other two, whose bellies were also filled with jizz, looked like they were having to really strive to keep from vomiting themselves but they did manage to control themselves.

Sommers and Shaiman were rubbing their swollen crotches but a look from Malloy made them stop.

"When the units are finished cleaning up, we'll feed and water them and put them in their kennels," Malloy said. "They need some rest because tomorrow, they're headed to the Center to begin complete processing as units."

The two junior officers grumbled but Malloy wasn't taking their shit.

"Get to it!" he barked and his subordinates and their charges all snapped to.

We finished cleaning up and were herded into the kennel area where we were given our grub and water before crawling into our cages for lights out. Once again, Duncan and I were together and the others were paired off randomly and locked in for the night.

After the lights were out, Duncan spooned behind me and held me close. "Please tell me it'll be alright," he whispered.

I caught a quaver in his voice and turned my head back toward him.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid," he said. "I know what they can do. I know what Barnes can do. I'm so afraid that whatever it is you've done is going to backfire. We have no say in these matters; we're nothing to them. We're like dirt on the street. They can destroy us. I don't want to lose you..."

Duncan's whole body shivered, so I turned my body and took him in my arms, trying to comfort him. But his fear had infected me and I was, for the first time, afraid of what I had done. It could indeed backfire. They could separate us and send us for recycling. Or they could, as I'd considered before, chemically lobotomize us and turn us into mindless sex zombies. I'd heard rumors of such creatures. They were used for nothing but their holes. Through conditioning, they were trained to suck so that both ends could be used (you really don't need a brain to be fucked), and that, in addition to being living toilets, was their sole purpose. They were fed with tubes and held perpetually in small cubicles with openings for their mouths and their holes. They had ceased to be human beings. It's hard to know whether this fate or recycling was worse. At least, when you're recycled, you eventually die.

These thought kept spinning through my mind until finally, I fell into a fitful sleep.

Executive Slave -- Chapter 41

The next morning started with the waking and "initiation" of the new units, which was performed in the same manner as the day before. Each new unit was forced to assist in the fucking of his fellows and then treated to his own round. It was clear to me that their resistance to their new station in life was crumbling and they were being turned into obedient slaves of the Authority. There was no more crying or fear. They simply bent, parted their butt cheeks and took their fuckings. When they assisted, they did so without emotion. This was exactly what the Authority wanted: willing holes, ready to be used whenever a free man ordered it. After the fucking, we were fed and watered and taken to our assignments. The visible slump in the postures of the newest units made my heart ache for them. They were defeated and they knew it. Life now held no promise for them, other than daily rations of cock and cum.

I was given my clothes, taken upstairs by Malloy and delivered to my "job". I began working and wondering: working on my "assignment" and wondering what the result of my actions would be.

The morning passed and then, around 11:00, Mr. Barnes's assistant came in to fetch me.

"Come to Mr. Barnes's back office. He's asked to see you," he said coldly. "But first, strip off."

I rose with a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach, having no idea what was in store and removed my "uniform". Had he found out what I'd done? Or was this just one of his normal distractions; a chance to use a unit he detested?

As I entered the "back office", I saw that, once again, Barnes had had Duncan brought up. This time, he'd strung him up on the St. Andrew's, facing forward,, his head on his chest. The quivering in his arms and legs and the sweat coating his body told me he'd been held like this for at least a couple of hours. Even knowing that he intended to torment both of us, I could hardly keep my eyes off Duncan's beautiful cock, which was hanging between his legs and resting on his ample testicles. How I'd have loved to take his holy trinity into my mouth and made love to him. But that was out of the question at this point.

"Yesterday was most entertaining don't you think?" Master Barnes asked rhetorically. He had removed his jacket and his armpits were wet and there was sweat on his brow.

"Yes Sir," I answered, looking down, not knowing what else to say.

"And how about you boy?" Barnes yelled at Duncan. "Didn't you find it stimulating?"

"Yes Sir, it was... stimulating," Duncan answered hoarsely.

Then I noticed the whip marks curving around his flanks and realized that Barnes had first suspended him with his back facing outward and had whipped him thoroughly. My blood rose and I felt my face flush. How much longer was this going to continue? When would our torture be ended? I didn't care what the Authority did to us, so long as they got us out of this man's reach.

"I think I need to give you some instruction on the proper use of a whip, boy," Barnes said, looking at me. He picked up the whip, a well-made, black model, and snapped it in the air, making both Duncan and me jump. It must have been about eight feet long and obviously could inflict major pain on whoever was on the receiving end of its caresses.

"Let me show you how it's done," Barnes said and stood back from Duncan's stretched form.

The Master raised his arm and snapped the whip just inches from Duncan's face, making him flinch.

"Good," he oozed. "I like to see a unit that's appropriately respectful of his superiors. Now remember to count boy. I'm not going to tell you how many licks you get but just remember: this is a demonstration for your friend here. You will be his teaching aid."

His arm pulled back and snapped forward, sending the tip of the whip zinging into Duncan's chest, slashing across his nipples.

Duncan screamed in pain and choked out "One Sir, thank you Sir."

Another blow, another scream and a count.

"Are you getting it boy?" Barnes asked, glancing at my horrified face.

"Y-yes Sir, I think so Sir. Please Sir," I implored, not even sure what I was pleading for.

"Not yet boy. Watch closely and you'll get your chance," Barnes said, wielding the leather snake yet again.

The next blow hit Duncan's cock, pulling a longer scream from his lungs. I felt sure Barnes knew about Duncan and me, else why would he continue to insist that I torture him.

Then, suddenly, the door burst open and Barnes's assistant rushed in.

"Mr. Barnes, I couldn't stop them. They've seized this unit's computer!" he gasped, glancing at me.

Hard on his heels came my Administrator, followed by Malloy, Shaiman, Sommers and several other LEA officers.

"What the hell's going on here?" Barnes roared. "What the fuck are you doing in my offices? Get out of here before..."

My Administrator cut him off.

"You're under arrest Mr. Barnes, so I'd suggest you shut your mouth or you'll only make it worse for yourself. You are under arrest for misappropriation of funds, embezzlement and tax evasion."

"What? How? What the hell are you talking about?" Barnes shouted.

"Malloy, take this unit into custody," my Administrator ordered, nodding toward Barnes, 'and release that unit," motioning toward Duncan's bound form.

Two of the officers began freeing Duncan but taking Barnes into custody was easier said than done. Barnes snapped the whip, forcing the officers moving toward him to back off. Then Malloy motioned to his subordinates to spread out and surround the felon. Standing in the middle of the room, he couldn't watch all of them at once and they were a well-coordinated team. Malloy feinted toward him and he turned, brandishing the whip. As he did, Shaiman rushed him from behind and tackled him. They rolled on the floor, Barnes yelling his fury. As they struggled, Barnes began to get the better of Shaiman. He's a strong man after all and it wouldn't be easy to subdue him. Then, like a great cat, he rolled and sprang to his feet and leapt on me. We rolled over with him on top of me, his hands at my throat, his thumbs digging into my larynx.

"I'll take you with me, you son of a bitch," he hissed as my vision began to narrow and stars filled my sight.

I heard Duncan's faraway cry "Cliff!" and felt an additional weight fall on Barnes's back. Vaguely, I saw the bullwhip go around Barnes's throat. "Too late," I thought, "too late" as blackness enveloped me.

Then, suddenly, Barnes's hands came away from my throat and his weight came off my body. I was gasping for breath and sweet, blessed air rasped through my compressed windpipe into my lungs. Life! I would live! I rolled over and tried to get to my feet, but didn't have the strength to stand. Duncan crouched beside me, stroking my face and trying to calm me with his whispers. Had his crying my name, something that was certainly outside the realm of appropriate unit behavior, been heard by the Administrator? At that moment, I wondered but was too busy simply trying to restore the oxygen to my blood to be terribly worried about it.

Malloy straddled Barnes's writhing form, a stunner in his hand. The other officers grabbed his flailing limbs and held him, spreadeagled on the floor.

The Administrator looked down at him with contempt written on his face.

"You are no longer William Barnes," he said, disdain dripping from his voice. "I have the obligation to inform you that you are now a unit under the control of the Labor Enforcement Authority. Your identifying number is 101508-133. You'll recognize the first digits as your birth date. The last three are your serial number. Remember it: that's what you'll answer to from now on. Either that or 'boy'. Do you understand 101508-133"

"Fuck you! Fuck all of you!" Barnes yelled, recovering his voice and trying to extricate himself from the officers' grasp.

Malloy slapped him across the face so hard his head snapped to the left and I felt the impact through the floor.

"That might have been your prerogative at one time boy, but get this and get it good: if anyone's going to get fucked it's you," the Administrator said, an edge to his voice. "So you'd better get with the program. Do you understand 133? The correct form is 'yes sir' or 'no sir'. Get it!"

Barnes hesitated, his eyes burning. Then, through gritted teeth, he hissed "Yes sir, I understand. But you'll pay for this!"

Malloy backhanded him again. "'Yes sir' or 'no sir' is all we want to hear from you boy. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Barnes finally said and, climbing off him, Malloy and the others hauled him to his feet.

"See to his processing officer," my Administrator said and turned to leave the room. Then he stopped. "When you're finished with 133, transport him and the rest of the units to the Center. I will need to conduct an investigation into the arrests of the newest units to determine whether proper procedures were followed.

"Have the two senior units start his training. If anyone knows what training he'll need, they will. Oh, and 035, I want to see you in my office at 16:00 hours. Understood?"

"Yes Sir," I answered, barely able to suppress a grin. I felt so liberated: the Authority could do what it wanted with me, but it didn't matter because a tyrant had fallen and Duncan and I would be the first to teach him his new place in the hierarchy.

#

"Strip him!" Malloy ordered and his team quickly obeyed.

The officers propelled the new unit to the outer office, where a crowd was gathering, and stretched him across the desk, face up. Then, with two holding him spreadeagle by his arms, two others pulled of his shoes and socks, followed by his trousers and underwear. His club of a cock flopped against his belly, jutting out of the dark forest of his pubic hair that I knew he would soon be losing. The officers at his feet pulled on his cock, hooting and hollering about how he wouldn't be making use of that fucker for quite a while now. He flushed scarlet over his entire body, setting off the dark fur that covered his pubes and thighs. Malloy stood beside his head now, holding the stunner in front of his nose.

"My officers are going to let go of your arms now and I just want to remind you that I hold the ace of spades. So I wouldn't try anything if I were you. It's one thing to use one of these on muscle; it's quite another to have it come in contact with your head. Tends to scramble your brains. Understand boy?"

Barnes hesitated, eyeing the prongs of the stunner that he now understood could inflict so much pain and damage; he understood it quite well.

"Yes sir," he answered slowly but the tension was still evident in his trembling limbs.

Malloy raised his head and nodded to the officers holding unit 101508- 133's arms. They released them and quickly ripped his shirt and tie off of his body. His rage was palpable as he was humiliated in front of, and by these men, all of whom he considered his inferiors. The audience of his former underlings murmuring outside the door only added to his rage and humiliation. I knew that breaking this unit was not going to be an easy task. But the LEA is very efficient and effective and he would be broken.

Now naked, exposed to the world, they lifted him from the desk and cuffed his hands behind his back. Now there was no hope of escape for him and his shoulders slumped as though he suddenly realized that he was going to be taken through the building he'd owned and run like a king, paraded naked before his inferiors before being taken to the LEA processing Center to be absorbed into the mechanism of the Authority. As they used to say: "Resistance is futile; you WILL be assimilated."

With two officers holding his arms, the new unit was displayed to his former employees. Malloy addressed them:

"Citizens, listen up! The LEA is taking custody of this unit because of his dishonesty and tax evasion. Take note and beware. You know your responsibilities as citizens of the Society. This is the penalty for those who would seek to evade their responsibilities!" he called out as heads turned to stare directly at 133's shamed, exposed body.

"Because of the size of Barnes Industries, a manager will be appointed by the Authority to tend the business while dispensation is settled by the courts. Your jobs are safe for the immediate future and possibly for the long-term. Once we've removed the unit from the premises, you are to return to your normal duties. For the time-being, consider yourselves reporting to the Authority."

The officers took 133 through the halls to the elevators used by employees to give him maximum exposure. Duncan and I followed, not the least bit concerned over our own nudity; we'd become accustomed to being without clothes.

As he was marched through the building that he used to own, preceded by Malloy with Shaiman and Sommers holding his cuffed arms, he flushed furiously but his head was raised and he looked defiant. His former employees looked on him with discomfort, clearly not convinced that he wouldn't somehow beat this and be back soon to take out his rage on them. I was confident, perhaps naively so, that he had lost this throw of the dice and his life was no longer his.

The officers tried to incite the crowd to jeering but they were half- hearted at best and many simply turned away, unable to watch Barnes's degradation. We descended to the lobby and moved to the front door, where a paddy wagon was waiting on the street. We units were loaded into the wagon but unit 133, as he was now known, was given the full treatment, being loaded into the back of an LEA car so that he could be viewed as he was driven to the Center for processing with the roof lights flashing and the siren blaring.

To be continued.