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 began to chew on his ass lips and grind my nose and mouth against his rosebud, groaning in hunger and want.
"Good boy," he cooed. "I stand corrected: you are a fast learner. You're my good boy. I think we'll soon have you working, earning your keep."
Here I was, a man in his forties, blushing with pride at being my Administrator's "good boy". My cock swelled against its encasement and ached that it could find no freedom to respond to his praise. But I didn't care. I had discovered my purpose: I was made to be fucked and to kiss ass, literally. If I could serve him and make him happy, I would be complete.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 10
The light through the windows was becoming more pale and the shadows lengthening. Kneeling under my Administrator's desk, I lost track of time. The only thing on my mind was forcing my body to become more comfortable doing things I'd never dreamed of doing. My mouth and tongue were stiff and sore with the efforts he'd demanded of me and my nipples ached from all his yanking on the chain connecting the clamps on my mounds of tender flesh. Then he gave another yank and looked down into my upturned eyes.
"It's time boy. Go faster," he ordered.
I looked down at his dark bush and began to bob my head faster and faster.
"Use that tongue to press my cock against the roof of your mouth boy. Squeeze that throat."
He quickly pulled my head into his pubes so that his penis closed off my pharynx. I gagged and sucked for air and he pulled me off his flesh. Then he repeated the action, showing me the speed necessary. I got the idea and the timing for my breathing after several demonstrations during which I thought I might pass out. Each thrust made me gag but I ignored it and went to work as he'd shown me. Every so often, the top of my head would hit the underside of his desk but I ignored that too and kept going. His cock was leaking fluid into my mouth and I found that the salty taste was becoming quite agreeable to me. Last night, under 059's tutelage, I'd tasted it for the first time and wondered if all men tasted like that. After having so many penises in my mouth, I'd begun to realize that they did and it was a flavor I was coming to enjoy. Just then, my Administrator's rigid flesh pulsed and a stream of hot cum hit the back of my throat and rebounded into my mouth, flooding my tongue with that bitter, salty stickiness that I'd first tasted only the night before during my initiation in the showers.
When his penis stopped pulsing, I licked it clean and sucked the remnants of his cum out of his urethra, squeezing the tumescent flesh with my rounded lips to pull all of the fluid from the channel.
"Good boy," he smiled, sighing contentedly and patting me on the head like he would a dog. "Dry me off with this towel and put me back."
I took the towel he was holding out to me and dried his cock before putting it back inside his shorts and zipping his fly. As I finished, I heard a knock at the door.
"Enter," my Administrator said. "Crawl out from there 035 and assume the position."
As I assumed the position, kneeling, head bowed, hands clasped behind my back, 059 came into the room. At least that's whom it sounded like and I assumed he would be taking me back to the cellblock for the night.
"Good 059. You can take the novice unit away. Oh, and be sure to use nipple trainers on him. Once they're sufficiently expanded, take him down to have them permanently enlarged. He has a straight man's tits and they need to be trained into decent unit titties. Keep the trainers on him at all times. I want to see those nips standing out within a couple of weeks."
"Yes sir," 059 answered, taking my arm, lifting me to my feet and leading me from the room.
"Tired boy?" he asked as we walked back downstairs to the cells.
"Yes sir," I answered truthfully. My jaw and tongue ached, my nipples hurt, my legs were tired from kneeling and my kneecaps hurt.
It seemed slightly incongruous to be calling him "sir" even though he appeared to be younger than I, if only by maybe ten years. But he was certainly more physically imposing than I and had seniority in the LEA unit hierarchy so it didn't feel quite so strange.
"The first day's always hard. You'll probably have harder days in the future but by then you'll take that as part of the routine. You're still getting it into your head that you're no longer a free man and that makes it seem harder. But that won't last much longer. It's always the same. Your brain resists for a time and then surrenders to the reality. It takes longer for some. Others are naturally more compliant. Since you come from the business world, I'm figuring you've already been trained to comply with the orders of your superiors so it shouldn't take you too long."
"Yes sir," I answered.
"Even if you are a little older than usual," he added, smiling.
We got down to the cells and 059 steered me toward the showers.
"Let's clean up before we go back to our cell," he said, guiding me by the arm.
Instinctively, I pulled back and stopped, looking a little panicked, I think. He laughed.
"Don't worry, it won't be like last night. You won't have to go through that again," he said tugging me gently. "We'll just shower and head back."
Warily, I allowed him to take me to the showers. What else could I do anyway? If he'd wanted to fuck me with a traffic cone and make me suck a bull, I couldn't have stopped him. As my "mentor", he had say over what I did while we were here and I had no choice but to obey.
We moved to the showers with other units around us, most just doing the usual routine. I noticed the other two novices with whom I'd been inducted the previous day, with their mentors. Interestingly, the mentors were washing the novices who just stood there, except when instructed to lift an arm or a leg. 059 found an available showerhead and directed me toward it. I started to reach for some soap when he stopped me.
"No," he said, taking my wrist. "I'll clean you. You're not permitted to wash yourself yet. You still have to learn that your body is no longer your own. We've found that it takes about two weeks for that to completely sink in. Once you begin thinking of your body as a piece of equipment for the use of others, then caring for your body will be returned to you."
I understood why the other novices had been just standing there. It felt demeaning to have 059 handle me. He shampooed my hair, turned me around, soaped me down, ordered me to lift my arms while he washed my pits and then lift my leg as he scrubbed my ass. He washed my scrotum and pulled on the sac, stretching and holding it part way down my thigh. He knelt on one knee and had me lift each of my feet to his knee so that he could wash between my toes. He moved me under the spray, turning me this way and that, rinsing the suds off. Finally, he seemed to be finished.
"Just wait here while I shower," he said and began on his own body.
I admired the rippling of his muscles beneath his taut skin and enjoyed the way the hair on his chest swirled in the water and suds. That reminded me of my own smooth, denuded body from which all signs of my manhood had been stripped away. Looking at the other novices gave me a sense of how I must appear to others: some strange vision of a smooth boy with a man's musculature and genitals. Their nipples stood out dark red against their chests and their cocks were sheathed in metal with the pink heads poking out from the end of the sleeves. The sight and the realization that I must look similar made my cock swell and press against my Manguard, giving me an ache as it tried to curve upward against the immovable, inflexible encasement. Why was I responding this way? Was there something in the food that was making me bent? Bending my mind? Or was it just my mind adapting to the realization that I had no life beyond this and men would most likely be the only objects of my desires from now on? I would service men for the rest of my life; I had not choice but to like it or die. One thing was sure: I was not ready to die!
059 finished rinsing and then slicked the palm of his hand with soap and applied it to his large, brown, veiny cock, stroking it to full erection.
"Turn around," he ordered, "and grab your ankles."
My mouth fell open. "But you said..."
"I said there'd be no gang bang. I didn't say you wouldn't be fucked. I told you last night: part of my job is to train your fuck chute to take a cock. Now bend over!"
Feeling betrayed, I obediently turned, bent and grabbed my ankles. I saw his feet move behind me and felt his hands on my ass.
"Push down," he ordered. "Open that hole!" And he slapped my ass with his wet hand.
I yelped and gasped, willing my hole to open, pushing down as though I were taking a shit. The head of his cock pressed against my rosy pucker, split and stretched it and slipped inside. I grunted as a hot brand entered me, pushing the walls of my sphincters aside.
"Breathe," he said, slapping my butt again. "Breathe deeply and keep pushing."
I did as my mentor ordered and felt him slide in farther, inch by inch. I looked to the side and saw that the other two novices were also being fucked by their mentors, each with different degrees of discomfort. The laborer that had to be spanked last night was crying, moaning and protesting. His mentor was spanking him vigorously as he fucked him. Obviously, he was having a more difficult time adjusting to this.
"It's always harder for the straight jock types," 059 said, also noticing his display. "If he doesn't adapt, he'll find himself going for remedial and he'll wish he'd been more cooperative."
I didn't ask, though I wondered what "remedial" consisted of. The way 059 said it, I was sure I didn't want to find out first-hand what it was like. Just as the fire in my ass was beginning to fade, I felt 059's wiry pubes against the melons of my ass. He began to thrust.
"Good boy," he said, moving in and out. "Clench down now like you're trying to hold it in. Clench and relax. Clench and relax. That's it. That's right. Oh yeah! You're going to be a fine bottom boy. What a good cunt. People forget that older men have tighter asses. Ahhhh!"
That I was pleasing him pleased me. I knew that in order to survive, I was going to have to be good at this and I would look for every way I could to excel, even though it meant becoming queer.
As he thrust into me, I felt a thrill rising from my groin, even though my cock had wilted with his invasion. Each stroke touched a spot inside me, sending tremors up my spine. As he sped up and his pelvis began to jerk, I raised a prolonged groan that undulated with each rapid pulse of his hips until with several spasms, he came in my ass and I felt the thrill shoot through my body, starting in my pelvis and reaching out to my limbs bringing a shout to my lips.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 11
059 slipped out of me, leaving me whimpering at the sense of empty abandonment.
"Good boy," he said, stroking my head. "Good boy. Now turn around and clean me."
I was becoming accustomed to this part and feeling slightly bow-legged, turned, dropped to my knees and took his diminishing penis in my mouth to lick it clean of his semen, mixed with my own ass mucus. Cum was dripping out of my hole onto the tile floor of the showers. He ran his hands through my wet hair and traced the whorls of my ears with his fingers while I licked, mmming my pleasure at his taste and feel. When his cock was clean, he helped me stand and led me to a section of the shower room where there were hoses. He bent me over and told me to grab my ankles. Then he put a little soap on the tip of a hose and pushed it into my chute before turning on the water. He stroked my belly as it filled with warm water and I shivered with delight at the feel of his hand on me, supporting my body. I leaned against him, enjoying the pleasure of this intimacy. Even the cramping that came was becoming pleasurable somehow. Perhaps it was the association of the enema with my loss of control over my own body. I belonged to the Authority and 059, as its agent, was taking care of my needs. I groaned as a cramp seized me and he stroked my back murmuring what a good boy I was being for him. I almost purred, knowing that I was pleasing him.
059 supported me with his arm under my swollen belly while the cramps worked through my abdomen. After a couple of minutes, continually warning me not to spill, he guided me the toilets and let me sit and evacuate the water. Soon I was joined by the two other novices, the former laborer flushing scarlet from head to toe as the air was filled with the sound of groans, ejecting water and wet farts. Some other units were there relieving themselves too but they had apparently graduated from novice status and had administered their own enemas as a regular part of their cleanliness routine. When my muscles had finally stopped squeezing my guts, 059 ordered me to stand and bend over so he could wipe my ass. Since it was still only my second day under the care of the Authority, I wasn't yet used to this and I flushed in embarrassment at having another man wipe my butt as though I were a little boy. But I obeyed.
059 grabbed towels for us and ordered me to dry him. I found pleasure in touching him this way, drying his skin and watching the hair on his chest go from being plastered to his skin to being a lush carpet spreading across his pecs and down his belly. When he was dry, he took the second towel and dried me.
"You dry me because I'm your mentor. I dry you because why?" he asked me.
"Because I'm not allowed to care for my own body sir," I offered, hoping I'd come up with the right answer.
"Good boy," he said approvingly. "Now about your tits," he said, taking me to a room off to the side of the showers.
"Sir," I asked. "What about them? What's wrong with them?"
He rubbed them with the pads of this thumbs and then pinched them firmly as I drew a deep breath in response.
"See mine?" he said. "Feel them."
Tentatively, I raised my hands to his chest and took his nipples between my thumbs and fingers. They were hard, erect cones sticking out three eighths of an inch from his massive, furred chest. The skin was tough but the cones were like rubber balls: firm but squeezable. I had the strongest urge to take one in my mouth and suckle on it.
"Go ahead," he smiled, raising his arm. "You can suck it."
Glancing up at him and then back at his chest, I slowly kissed his nipple and sucked it into my mouth, tickling it with my tongue and chewing on it with my teeth. It was so primal! It was like nursing again but at your father's chest rather than your mother's. I reached my arms around his chest and held myself close to him while I sucked. He stroked my head and murmured softly, telling me what a good boy I was turning out to be.
After a time, he gently pushed me away and I whimpered at my loss. He turned to the cabinet and got out a little plastic bag, which he opened, spilling the contents onto the counter. There was some sort of tube, like a stick of lip gloss, and two flesh colored pieces of latex that looked like miniature baby bottle nipples. He took the cap off of the tube and used it to coat the inside of the flange of each of the nipples.
"Here," he said, pulling me closer and raising my arms over my head.
Then he used the stick to coat my flat tits. He took the latex nipples and, squeezing them applied them to my tits. I felt the suction pulling my little nubs inside.
"You'll wear these most of the day for the next few weeks. When your nips are big enough, we'll go down to medical and they'll insert humalon beads into your nipples to make them like mine," he explained. "Your Administrator will determine how big he wants them to be and you'll be fitted appropriately."
"But why?" I asked, perplexed as I looked down at the projections on my chest that cast shadows on my belly and tried to imagine them as my own flesh.
"Sex units are expected to have large nipples. They are arousing for our clients and they're useful for controlling or the perceived controlling of units. Units don't need to be controlled of course; that's what your training and conditioning are all about. But some clients like to imagine that a unit needs to be controlled: gives them a feeling of power and domination. If it makes our clients happy, we do it. Understand?"
"Yes sir," I answered. "Thank you sir."
I looked at his chest and a shiver passed through me as I pictured myself with nipples like his. Would he nurse mine when they got to be the size of his? The idea of 059 sucking on my nipples gave me another shiver and I smiled at him. He smiled back and, placing his hand on my shoulder, turned me around to return to the cells.
We made our way back to the cells just as the day shift was returning. The units were lining up on the floor of the block and removing their "work" clothes under the watchful eyes of the guards. Then came the body searches before dismissal to their cells. Tonight there was no repeat of last night's excitement when the unit tried to smuggle something into the cells. All went according to regulations with the units stripping off their clothing, depositing it on the floor for the guards to pick up, standing at attention naked, turning this way and that while being inspected by the guards. I couldn't take my eyes away from the dehumanized, automated way in which the process was accomplished. My cock was straining against its prison and I unconsciously reached for it.
"Yes, one day you'll be there with them," 059 said, speaking low into my ear as he pulled my hand away from my groin. "And undoubtedly you'll get hard the first few times. But that will pass and it will seem routine to you after a while."
"Sir?" I asked, glancing up at him.
"Yes boy?"
"Why don't you go out to work?"
"I'm a trustee. I've proven my worth to the Authority both as a labor unit and as a trustee. They value my services here more than outside."
"Oh," I replies, not at all sure what he was talking about.
But there was time for me to learn that. I knew 059 and I would be spending considerable time together over the next few weeks. He guided me up to our cell and the door clanged shut behind us when we went in. The evening meal was served and, realizing I was famished, I began to wolf it down. 059 sat down on the mat next to me and sidled up against me, placing an arm around my shoulder. His size, warmth and strength was reassuring and I snuggled up closer, looking up into his smiling eyes. Yes, this was feeling better all the time. It briefly flashed through my consciousness that this might not last forever but I refused to think about that for any length of time. Right now I was safe with my mentor and that's all that mattered.
Every now and then, he'd squeeze the little cups on my chest, renewing and strengthening the suction. It must've been working because soon, when he squeezed the cup, my nipple was distended inside of it and he squeezed it as well. I drew a quick breath and moaned slightly, which made him grab harder and jiggle my tit, making matters even more arousing. I gave a jerky moan as he jiggled my pecs up and down, dropping my head back and placing my hands on his arms for support.
"Oh, yeah," he whispered. "You're turning into a complete slut. You'll do very well here at the Authority."
We finished our meals and lay down together as we had the night before: my back spooned against his front, his cock in my ass, his arm draped over my body, fingering my growing nipples. Thus we slept during my second night at the Center under the care of the Labor Enforcement Authority.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 12
Like yesterday morning, I awoke with 059's cock still in me. This time, my hand was behind me, holding his ass, pressing him against me. I wanted more of him inside me. As he bent his head forward to nuzzle me behind my ear and nibble on my lobe, it flashed through my mind that I was, in fact, becoming bent. The Authority was having its way and training me to be a queer unit. The realization that it was happening whether I wanted it to or not made my cock surge against its sleeve, reminding me that I was indeed under the control and care of the Authority. I was without rights, privileges or choices as to what was done with me. My only choice was to accept it or not. Whichever I chose, it would happen; that much I knew. I supposed I was better off accepting it and learning to find what pleasure I could in it. It would make it much easier in the long run and mean I had greater potential for a long life. If I failed, I knew that recycling was the favored option.
I could honestly say that I did find pleasure in 059's attentions. It was comforting and reassuring to have a strong man like him watching over me and teaching me. Comfort is comfort and having a man kissing, nuzzling and fucking me was far better than being alone in this place. I leaned my head back on his shoulder and kissed his jaw.
"Thank you sir," I whispered. "Thank you for teaching me what I need to know."
"You're welcome boy. That's my job," he said.
Seeing the fleeting look of disappointment that flew across my face, he must've sensed what I was thinking.
"It's more than a job," he smiled. "You're a fine boy and I've come to care about you and what happens to you."
I smiled in relief. "Thank you," I mouthed. Could it be that I was falling in love with him? Could I love a man whose name I didn't even know?
He extracted himself from my ass chute and we both relieved our morning piss hards in the toilet. Since I was already fitted with my Manguard, we would have breakfast in the cell before he took me up to my Administrator's office for the day's training. The guards were wheeling the meal carts down the catwalks, bringing our chow to us. Since we were not external working units, we ate later. Those units that worked outside the Center had already eaten and showered and were gathering on the floor to get their clothing before boarding the LEA buses to be taken to their assignments. Each was given his shirt, slacks, identifying tie, shoes and socks and began dressing. Underwear was not part of a unit's attire since he might be asked to strip off and service a free person at any time. Besides, it was a waste of resources to have to wash underwear. The guard teams placed a folded set of clothes on a bench in front of each unit who began to dress while the guards harangued them to speed it up.
When they were all finished, they stood at attention for inspection. The guards stopped in front one unit, whose tie was apparently not tied correctly. The guard flipped the unit's tie over his shoulder and then unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor, pooling around his shoes. The officer forced the unit to bend at the waist and grab his ankles. Then he nodded at another guard who stood behind the line holding a stiff, black leather paddle. The guard moved behind the slovenly unit with his exposed white ass, raised the paddle and smashed it into the unit's butt, swinging it as hard as he could. The sound was like a gunshot. The unit yelped and staggered forward while still holding onto his ankles as a bright red stripe began to bloom on his white skin. Four more blows and the reminder that tidiness was an essential attribute of an LEA unit was finished. Choking slightly, the unit pulled up his pants, buckled his belt and returned to his position of attention. The inspecting officer straightened up his clothing and continued down the line. Inspection was completed and the units turned in unison and marched out of the cellblock, bound for their assignments.
I'd stopped eating, unable to take my eyes away from the display of discipline on the floor below. 059 spoke.
"You'd better eat up boy. You need to be in your place in fifteen minutes and it's a five minute walk."
"Yes sir," I answered, swallowing, taking a breath and turning back to my breakfast, which was remarkably like lunch and dinner. As I said, food seemed intended to be nourishing and that was it. Taste and appeal were of no interest to the Authority.
At the appointed time, 059 knocked on my Administrator's door.
"Enter."
059 opened the door and ushered me through. He stood behind me in the appropriate position, head down, hands behind his back, legs spread. I mimicked his stance, only I dropped to my knees first, remembering that as the novice, I belonged as close to the floor as I could reasonably get.
"Return for him at 5:00," my Administrator said and 059 turned and left after his "Yes sir".
"Well 035, how are you getting on?" the Administrator asked solicitously.
I was actually a little startled that he asked.
"Fine sir, thank you sir. 059 has been very good to me."
"I trust you're learning your way around?"
"Yes sir. At least I hope so sir." I answered.
"Good," he said. "Alright, take your place under my desk. We have some more work on that throat of yours. Perhaps this afternoon, I'll do a little more conditioning of your hole. Older units are always so tight and it's important that we get you properly loosened up. Clients don't expect to have to work hard to get their cocks in a unit's cunt."
I crawled forward and around his desk and took my position under the work surface.
"Come closer boy," he said and I sidled up next to his chair.
The Administrator tilted my head back, placing his thumb over my mouth and pulling my jaw open. I stuck my tongue up and licked his thumb.
"Good boy," he said. "A unit should be totally compliant, yielding his body to whatever his master demands."
He held his hand in front of my face. "Suck on my fingers," he ordered.
I took each of his fingers in my mouth, sucking on them and licking them. He wore a wedding band on his left hand and it clicked against my teeth as I wrapped my tongue around it, savoring its slightly metallic taste, warmth and smoothness. Then he pushed all of his fingers into my mouth, stretching my jaws until he touched my soft palate, making me gag. Rather than easing out, he held his hand there.
"Easy," he coaxed. "Just relax that throat. Use your tongue on my fingers and that will help distract you."
I did as he instructed and concentrated on licking each finger, finding that it did indeed distract me and soon the urge to gag was reduced.
"Good boy," he said, removing his hand from my mouth and drying it on the towel in his drawer.
"Take my cock out," he instructed me, "and don't use your hands. You can use your lips and teeth as necessary. But I don't want to feel your teeth on my penis. If I do, you'll be punished. Do you understand boy?"
"Yes sir," I answered, remembering my spanking my first night here. I did not want a repetition if I could avoid it!
I looked at his pants trying to work out exactly how I could get his dick out without using my hands. My perplexity must have shown.
"Start with the zipper," he instructed patiently, as though he were talking to a child. "Take the tab in your teeth and pull the fly down. Then you can use your tongue and lips to get me out."
"Yes sir," I murmured and moved forward.
Using my tongue, I managed to get the tab of his zipper raised and then grabbed it between my teeth. Victory! I began tugging and realized that this was trickier than it might have seemed. I had to be very patient and slow as I tugged on the zipper. It began to slide down and I tried to keep up a steady downward pull but had several false starts and stops as the fabric would fold over on itself and refuse to be unzipped. Finally, I got the zipper to the base. I settled back on my heels and caught my breath before moving on to the next step.
I could see my Administrator's white briefs through his open fly and wriggled my tongue through the layers of fabric. When my tongue came in contact with his warm flesh, I knew I was making progress. Now, how to get it out? I thought about it while I mouthed his swelling basket and hit on an idea. Once again, shoving my tongue through the fly of his briefs, I hooked the tip under his cock head and pulled the column of flesh against my chin. Then I slowly backed off, bringing his penis out through the opening in his shorts. It took me about fifteen minutes but I'd finally exposed his hard flesh. Excited to have succeeded, I fell on it, licking and kissing it.
"Easy boy. That's fine. You've done well. Now get on it and show me what you can do. I'll give instructions as we go along. Right now, I just want you to work on swallowing it and overcoming your gag reflex."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir," I answered and took the hard column in my mouth.
When he wasn't busy with calls or paperwork, he instructed me on relaxation and swallowing. During the morning, my urge to gag was becoming much reduced and I was almost able to get down to the root of his cock without gagging. He seemed pleased which made me happy. That was my goal, after all. It was so much simpler than my former life where I had to meet conflicting and multitudinous expectations. Here, the expectations were simple and straightforward: give your master what he asked for.
I'll never remember exactly what happened that changed everything because I think I might have briefly dozed off while suckling on his cock. It was sometime during the morning when I heard what seemed to be an explosion, startling me so that I raised up and hit my head on the underside of my Administrator's desk.
"Release me! Release me!" he was yelling and when I did, he rolled his char back and stood up, his large wet penis hanging from his fly.
"You bit me," he yelled and indeed I could see the slight indentation of teeth on one side of his cock.
He picked up his phone. "Get Malloy up here immediately. Tell him it's punishment for a unit!"
I began to shake and hunched down under his desk, cowering before his wrath.
He took his towel, dried himself and put himself back into his trousers.
"Get out here!" he yelled, pointing at the floor in front of him.
I crawled out from under the desk on all fours, my head low, whining in embarrassment and fear. All I could think of was recycling and the fact that I'd angered my Administrator; a man I so wanted to please. Was my offense that bad? Was this the end for me?
"P-p-please s-s-sir," I whimpered. "Please."
"Shut up. I told you that you'd be punished if I felt your teeth. Now shut up and take it!"
I wasn't sure whether he was more enraged that I'd bit him or at my whining.
In a few moments, there was a knock on the door and Malloy entered.
"Yes sir," he said smartly.
"This unit was doing fine until a few minutes ago. Then he must have gotten bored because his eyes closed and while he was dozing, he bit me. Take him down to the stocks. The rest of the day should be sufficient. Tell 059 to call for him there at 5:00."
"Yes sir," Malloy answered and pulled me to my feet.
I remembered the pitiful response my first night here of the unit who'd been caught doing who knows what. When the guard sent him to the stocks, he started crying. What were the stocks? I realized I was about to find out and that scared me.
"Please sir," I cried. "Please. I'm sorry. Please master, don't send me there!"
It was too late. Malloy had me out in the hall and my Administrator's door was closed. Malloy cuffed my hands behind my back and, holding onto one arm, led me to a service elevator that took us to a floor somewhere below ground level. There were old-fashioned light fixtures down here that cast round pools of bright yellowish light directly below them, creating shining islands in the rivers of darkness in the hallways that stretched out on either side. Malloy pulled me down one of these halls and stopped before an unmarked door, which he unlocked and opened.
Inside was a room that looked to be about twenty-five by fifty feet. In the room were a dozen box-like structures, each of which was about seven feet tall, four feet wide and four feet deep. Several of them had a man standing in them. I looked at one and realized it was the unit who'd been pulled out of line the other night. I could identify his body and the coat of fur on his heaving chest. Next to him was the laborer who'd been taken under care the same night I was.
Each man had his neck and wrists enclosed in a wooden plank. His feet were, likewise, encircled in stocks. There was a blindfold over his eyes and a bit gag in his mouth that left his mouth open but prevented him from speaking. Each had tears streaming down his face from behind his blindfold and was uttering deep, agonized and completely unintelligible groans. Then I saw the reason. Each had his genitals encircled in a plank fastened to the sides of the box. The stocks around his cock and balls were placed so as to stretch his organs away from his body at what had to be a painful distance since the only way to relieve the pressure would be to thrust his pelvis forward. But to do so would pull on his neck, forcing him to partially strangle himself. My legs began to shake when I realized what I was in for. Then I saw the worst part: Each unit had a metal rod thrust into his piss slit and a collar around the base of his cock and balls. There were also clamps on his tits with wires running to the same box to which the genital instruments were wired. The affects of the torture could be seen with the jerks and groans that each man gave as a pulse of electricity shot through him. The jerk would come either from his pelvis or his chest, depending on where the shock was delivered aggravating the pull at the opposite point on his body.
"Here's another one," Malloy said to the officer in charge of the room. "Careless biting during training. You know what to do."
"How long?" the officer asked.
"His mentor will be down at 5:00 to pick him up. Lucky I guess. How's 073 doing?" he asked, nodding toward the laborer novice.
"Pretty tough. He's going to have a hard time adjusting to this. He actually deliberately bit his Administrator. Took two guards to get him under control. He's here for two days. If that doesn't break him, it's recycling for him. But he should be broken by tomorrow and completely compliant by the time he's finished here."
Malloy shook his head. "Don't they understand? These guys need to get over themselves."
The officer, whose name-plate read "Leibnicz" took my arm from Malloy. He took me to the vacant box next to 073 and uncuffed me.
"Now just cooperate and it'll be easier. There's no way you're getting out of here so don't even try. Understand boy?"
"Yes sir," I answered quietly.
He had me step up into the box, which was about a foot above the floor and backed me into position. Then he took the head and hand plank that was hanging from a hook on the side of the box and opened it. It had a hinge on one end that allowed it to open down the middle. He mounted it into a bracket behind me and adjusted the height.
"OK, back up until your neck is seated in the indentation," he ordered. "Now, raise your arms."
When my neck and arms were in position, he closed the other half, latching it into place. There was no way I'd be able to escape now, even if I'd had a way to get out of here and had a place to hide.
The next step was to place my legs in the lower stocks. I spread my legs to fit them into the indentations and, swinging the opposing half to meet its mate, the officer immobilized my lower body. Malloy helped Leibnicz get me into the stocks. The feel of their uniforms on my naked skin only reinforced my sense of degradation. They took another plank with a single small hole in its center and latched to the front of the box, adjusting it so that it was the same height as my genitals. Then Malloy took a screwdriver, removed the screw from my Manguard and unlocked it with a key. He placed the chastity device on a small shelf next to me. Really, they think of everything! Liebnicz pulled my hips forward until they touched the plank and lifted my cock and balls into the indentation before closing the other half and latching it down. I was now in stocks on top, middle and bottom. Already I was uncomfortable and they hadn't started with the electrical stimulation.
Leibnicz grabbed a sealed plastic envelope, which he opened and pulled out the electrical accoutrements. There was what I later learned was called a sound, a collar and alligator clamps. He removed my nipple cups and attached the clamps to my puffy tits. I hissed as the teeth bit into my tender flesh and groaned, wishing this pain would go away. Then he applied some jelly to the sound and lifted my cock. He squeezed the tip to dilate the slit and inserted the sound, pushing slowly but steadily. Holding my dick in the palm of his hand, he inserted the sound inch by inch. My urethra felt invaded and burned from the jelly. When it was in far enough, he produced a smaller collar, which he slid over the end of the sound, sliding it down until it touched my dick. He wrapped the sides of the collar around my corona and snapped it closed, locking the sound in so that it wouldn't be accidentally expelled. Then he snapped the flexible collar around my cock and balls. He clipped a wire onto the end of the sound, attached the leads coming from my penis, groin and tits to the electrical box and keyed in some instructions. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, buckling it behind my head and lastly, pulling my mouth open, place the round bit between my teeth, again, buckling the strap behind my head.
There I stood, listening to the groans of my fellow units, enclosed in darkness, clamps biting into my nipples, a collar around my genitals and a rod up my penis. My hands and feet, head and organs were held in stocks. I moaned gutterally in fear and dread. Then the first jolt hit me.
I screamed as it passed through my penis and up my spine. My pelvis jerked, yanking my genitals against their imprisoning stocks and turning my scream to a groan. Then another to both my tits, making my chest spasm as it sought to pull away from the pain. I gasped for breath, trying to fight off the nausea when a jolt shot into my groin from the collar encircling my genitals. Once more I tried to pull away and found that caused another kind of pain, as though my organs would be ripped off my body. Tears sprang to my eyes and began to stream down my cheeks.
I fought to control my reactions, to get control over my breathing and maintain my sanity. The problem was that the electrical stimulation seemed to be random. Sometimes all points, sometimes this one, sometimes that one.
One level of current, followed by a different level the next time. The randomness made it difficult to prepare myself and control my body's responses. Each surge of current flashed in my brain like a lightning bold and reverberated inside my skull. Soon I was exhausted and gave up fighting it. The jolts continued to pass through me and I surrendered to the pain, becoming a weeping, groaning, jerking mass of flesh like those units similarly imprisoned beside me. I understood the terror of the stocks. God help me! If I survived this I'd do anything not to come back here again.
To be continued.