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Be careful and be alive - White Collar
The previous installment of "Executive Slave" ended as follows:
"Please sir. Please fuck me harder," I cried, arching my back to tighten the chains and make the clamps bite more deeply. "Fuck me. Fuck me! Please hurt me sir!"
Master Barnes threw his head back and laughed a mirthless laugh.
"I knew you were a natural pig!" he crowed. "I just had to prove it to you!"
As he renewed his fuck, he began to slap my ass, reinforcing the pain of the beating he'd given me earlier, each thrust of his cock accompanied by a hard slap to stinging flesh. I fell into his rhythm and arched my back with each blow so that all sensations came at once; slap, thrust, clamps. I began to pant hard and moan as an energy gathered itself in my pelvis finally to be unleashed as his thrusts turned machine gun and he roared in exultation before collapsing on top of my punished, grateful body.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 25
As the quakes and aftershocks of the orgasm faded from my body, the pain reasserted itself in my consciousness. What had been ecstatic sensations just moments ago revisited my body with renewed force, causing pain to shoot from my bitten nipples and foreskin and, most of all, from my stretched and battered anus. Master pulled out of me and I swear, I could feel each millimeter as his veined shaft slid through my abused and sensitive sphincters. Then I felt the flare of his corona pressing against the inside of my ring and I began to whimper, knowing that the muscles were going to be forced to part even farther when the flare of his cock head breached my hole. As he pulled out, I groaned and gasped as yet another bolt of pain shot through my body. My shuddering breath calmed slowly as the pain settled into an acute ache, much like what I imagine one feels with a surgical incision. I knew the pain would not pass quickly.
"That was fine boy. I'm very pleased. I'm glad I could finally show you what you really are," he said, swatting my sore, swollen ass lips and making me yelp.
Didn't he understand that I didn't want to be like this? Didn't he know that I'd always wanted to be respected? Why did he insist on tearing me down and reducing me to this? Why did he have to make me see that I was a slave at heart? Why did he have to show me that submission to painful domination was my real need? Why couldn't he have left me alone? Tears sprang to my eyes as the significance of his words, his actions and my own responses overcame me. Why did I feel so ashamed? Why did it hurt so much to admit what I was? What was worst was he seemed to read my mind.
"You enjoyed it didn't you boy?" he asked, wiping the tears from my eyes with his thumbs.
"Yes sir," I admitted in a whisper, swallowing hard.
"You're a natural aren't you slave?"
"Yes sir."
"Tell me what you are?"
"Sir, I'm a slave. I was born to be a slave. I was born to be dominated by someone like you."
"And what do you have to say to me slave?"
"Thank you sir."
"Finish it boy. What are you thanking me for?"
"Thank you for showing me what I really am. Thank you for showing me that I'm a born slave," I sobbed.
Why was I so distressed about saying this? He'd forced me to say it before; it wasn't as if the words were new. Ah, but before, I'd been able to deny the truth of it. I'd told myself that he was forcing me to say these demeaning, humiliating things about myself so it didn't matter; it was an act. But this was different. I couldn't deny the truth. My orgasm communicated the reality of my need to every fiber of my being. Saying it aloud and knowing it was true was the most painful humiliating thing I could imagine but I could no longer deny it was true and I knew my pretensions at being a real human being had been just that: pretensions. I'd been living a lie all my life and that made me doubly ashamed. The worst of it was that Master seemed to have known the truth for a long time. How could I have been so stupid and so transparent? And yet, my own penis was stiffening and rising from my belly as I confessed my degradation. Master laughed and took my hard cock in his hand.
"The one undeniable testimony," he chuckled mirthlessly. "They're all the same; they pretend to be horrified at the idea of submitting but their cocks always give them away. It's true, isn't it slave?"
"Yes sir, it's true." I said hoarsely, my back arching and causing more pain in my tits and cock as the chains pulled tight.
He let go of my penis and went to get a towel. I took the opportunity to glance at Duncan who stood there still bound to the cross, his neck craned to witness what was happening to his companion. I could see tears in his eyes and saw also his empathy. I knew instinctively that Master Barnes had wrested the same admission from him yesterday. I saw fear and anxiety in his face and I sensed that we both may have seen to our own undoing. Having taken what he wanted from us, discovered how much we both needed to be abused, Barnes now felt free to do with us whatever he wanted, short of killing us. But perhaps there was no escape from that anyway. If he had connections in the Authority at the levels he alluded to, we were just small fry and may have found ourselves in this position regardless of what we said or did. I knew that Barnes was one who enjoyed a challenge and breaking men was something that always excited him. I'd seen it often enough in the work place. I suspected it was no different here in his "private office". If a unit had the strength to resist him that would only serve to push him farther to destroy the unit's will and bring him under the Master's domination.
Master wiped his hands and pressed a button to call Bill back in. Then he leaned against a table, his arms folded across his chest.
"Well 059, what do you think? We got a lot accomplished today didn't we?" Master said.
"Yes sir," 059 answered, keeping his eyes down while twisting his neck around so as to not be speaking to the wall.
"Yes," Barnes said silkily, "I've acquired another unit's submission; one that I'd been waiting for a long time. Now my world is almost complete..."
Almost complete? What more did he want? He'd broken both 059 and me. I'd just admitted to him, to Duncan and to myself that I was born to be a slave; to be used. I knew that Duncan had made the same admission yesterday. What more could he possibly want? I puzzled over this and pushed it out of my head. I really didn't want to think about it anymore: my body was too full of pain; the pain that's left behind after an orgasm brought on by torture. I was also exhausted. All I wanted to was to sleep.
In a few moments, Bill came back into the room.
"Yes sir?" he asked, standing at attention.
I'd never known whether his subservience to Barnes stemmed from fear or a natural submissiveness or a combination of the two. Certainly there was cause for the former: as to the latter, well, I didn't know him well enough to have figured that out.
"Release these units and take them downstairs. Take them to the locker room so that they can get cleaned up and then to their kennel for the night. I'll need them again tomorrow morning about 9:00," Barnes said, his eyes glittering as he looked at us.
"Right away sir. Will that be all sir or will you require my services after I've kenneled the units?" Bill asked.
"No, that will be all. I won't be needing you any more," Barnes said with a wave of his hand.
He stood up and took his suit jacket in his hand before leaving the room. When he'd gone, Bill began with Duncan, unshackling him and helping him kneel to rest his tired legs: he'd been standing the entire day. Then Bill began to release me from my bonds. I'd never paid much attention to him before but as I lay there while he went about untying me, I found my eyes drawn to him. He was lithe and strong; the type with taut muscles hiding beneath a sleek exterior package. He stood about 5'10" and weighed, I would guess, about 170 pounds. He had reddish-blond hair, which was cut quite short and there was a good coating of hair on his hands and arms. I also noted that he filled his pants well, both front and back. His was a handsome face with the angular features of a Northern European heritage highlighted by his clear blue eyes. I suppose, in other circumstances, I would probably have found him very attractive. But here and now, it was difficult to raise my interest. Still, he wasn't being unnecessarily mean.
Bill removed the clamps from my foreskin and my nipples, making me hiss with pain as the circulation returned to the pinched, bitten flesh. Then he unbuckled the belt around my torso, which made my breathing a bit easier. He lowered the chains that suspended my legs and I felt relief from the strain as my legs were able to move a bit more freely. Then he unhooked the ropes holding my arms spread and I was almost able to relax. When he'd removed the shackles from my arms and legs, I sat up and flexed my limbs while waiting for the abatement of the dizziness that resulted from sitting up after lying so long on my back.
Bill buckled a collar around my neck and attached a leash.
"C'mon. Let's go. On all fours, both of you. Let's get downstairs!" he barked impatiently, yanking on our leashes as he set off.
Duncan and I did our best to keep up and that's no easy thing when you're crawling on your hands and knees and the person pulling you is walking at a good clip. My hips ached from being spread wide open while Master was fucking me, and every movement of my legs made me grunt. The pain became almost unbearable and we were happy indeed to see the elevator doors. Fortunately, we had to wait a few minutes after Bill summoned the elevator.
"Damned elevators," he swore. "When will Barnes give me access to the executive elevator? I hate having to wait."
I didn't feel much sympathy for him and was actually happy he had to wait because it gave Duncan and me a chance to rest our knees. We leaned against one another slightly, not looking at each other but finding comfort in one another's touch and warmth. I was also glad to be down on all fours because I wasn't so aware of my former co-workers' eyes on me. I could focus on the floor and ignore their embarrassed glances. If I'd thought about it, I'd have found it odd that no one else was waiting for the elevator on that floor. It was mid-week and usually the gym, which was in the basement, was filled with managers and executive wannabes working their muscles to climb the corporate ladder. As it was, I was only relieved not to have any more eyes on my naked, fucked, humiliated body. Finally, the elevator arrived and Bill pulled Duncan and me inside.
"I get so pissed when the elevators are slow," Bill muttered. "I need to get home today, of all days. He's going to be on a real tear when he gets home. I have to be ready."
I hadn't the least idea what he was talking about, nor did I care. My skin burned from the salt whipping it felt like leather as I moved. All I wanted was to get washed off, get some food and go to sleep. The car descended with no intervening stops and in a minute, we were at the basement level. Bill yanked us toward the gym and I noted the odd silence. I'd used the gym on occasion myself when I'd been a free man and knew that it was a highly frequented, if not popular, gathering spot for company employees that wanted to be, or thought their star was on the ascent. Today, it sounded as though no one was there. What happened next went so fast that if I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed it.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 26
We went through the swinging doors of the gym and started toward the showers. Suddenly, there was a noise and Duncan and I were yanked against the wall and our rumps pushed down so that we were sitting like dogs, at the feet of an LEA officer. Bill was yelling, hoisted into the air by four other officers. A sixth officer stood watching. I recognized him from the day I was taken into care, as Officer Malloy.
Malloy and the four officers holding Bill aloft worked quickly. While they four held him spread-eagle, Malloy pulled shackle-handles out and attached one to each of Bill's limbs. I'd seen officers use these on misbehaving units before and understood their effectiveness. They are leather shackles that buckle on, each with a strong metal tube attached to the shackle with a short length of chain. The tube gives the officer a handle with which to get a firm hold on the unit or prisoner. Once Bill's arms and legs were shackled, the guards took hold of the handles and leaned back, suspending him in the air. Yelling about how he was a free man and would be talking to his lawyers, Bill writhed and twisted, trying vainly to escape the officers' grip. They held him fast, smiling grimly at their captive.
Malloy stepped forward then.
"William Malcolm McCain, I hereby sentence you to be taken under the care of the Labor Enforcement Authority on the grounds that you have stolen from your employer," Malloy said, reading from the warrant he'd pulled from his pocket.
"I never stole from that bastard," Bill yelled, continuing to twist and pull. "There's got to be a mistake. Who the hell..."
"Mr. McCain, the Authority doesn't make mistakes. Property belonging to your employer was found in your locker and in your room. Your employer has identified the property as his. There is no question. You are now a unit of the LEA," Malloy continued.
He pulled a laser cutter from his pocket. It was a device with a handle with two prongs on the business end. A laser arced from one prong to the next and would cut through anything that passed through its beam.
"Please hold still Mr. McCain. I wouldn't want to injure you," Malloy said, his eyes glinting as he activated the cutter.
He inserted one prong of the cutter inside Bill's trouser leg, catching the fabric between the two jaws with their laser teeth. With a few neat strokes, he cut through Bill's clothing. Watching from above, you might not be aware that anything had happened. But from our vantage point crouching on the floor, we could see the clothing covering Bill's backside fall to the floor. Then Malloy deftly pulled the clothes covering his front away from his body. All he had on now were his shoes and socks, since Malloy hadn't used the cutter on those. Bill howled in rage and jerked his limbs even more strongly, trying to escape. But the officers were large and strong and easily overpowered him. Malloy removed the new unit's shoes and socks, leaving him as nude as Duncan and I were. Bill's pale, pink skin flushed scarlet in the humiliation of being so brutally stripped and held up for display.
Malloy opened a line on his mobile unit and punched in some numbers.
"He's ready sir. Yes sir," Malloy said, standing a bit more erect than he had been. "We'll see you in a few minutes then."
Seeing that the other officers were beginning to tire a bit from holding the unit taut, Malloy instructed them to take the prisoner to the bench that ran the length of the lockers and laid him across it. They maintained the tension on the shackle-handles but at least they were no longer supporting his weight. Bill had either tired or realized the futility of his struggles and had stopped fighting the LEA agents.
Duncan and I crouched on the floor, our mouths agape. I was only beginning to comprehend what was going on. Somehow, Bill McCain had crossed someone or some line and had just had his freedom stripped from him just as his clothes had been.
In a few minutes, the locker room doors opened and Master Barnes strode in.
"Good evening sir," Malloy said, snapping to attention.
Barnes only nodded to the officer.
"You've read the charges to the prisoner? He understands that he's been convicted of crimes against Society?" Barnes asked Malloy.
"Yes sir. He says he did nothing of course..."
"Of course. I wouldn't expect anything else," Barnes said, looking over Bill's prostrate body.
"Mr. Barnes, please," Bill pleaded, looking up at his boss.
"Don't you know that a unit doesn't speak unless spoken to? What's the matter with you boy? Have you forgotten everything you ever knew?" Barnes spat out.
"Please Mr. Barnes. I never..."
"Shut up boy! Begging won't help. The courts of the Authority have convicted you," Barnes said. "You will be processed right here and inducted into service in the building in which you broke the law," Barnes said.
"I did nothing wrong!" Bill cried and I could see that he was telling the truth.
"Enough!" Barnes said, unzipping his fly and pulling out his penis. "Let me show you what I think of boys who betray their masters."
"No!" Bill cried out, seeming to understand what was coming next.
With that, Barnes moved closer to Bill and, after a pause, began to shower him with a yellow stream. Bill was sobbing as Barnes aimed his stream up and down the new unit's body, wetting the reddish blond fur that covered his chest, arms and legs. Some of the piss went into Bill's open mouth and he choked on it, his body wracked with spasms as he tried to contract against the tension in which he was held.
"Swallow it boy. Drink your Master's piss and submit to your sentence," Barnes said, standing near Bill's head and pissing directly into his mouth.
Bill suddenly stopped struggling and began to swallow the piss streaming into his mouth. I dropped my eyes to the floor, overcome with empathy at what was happening to Bill McCain. I understood all too well: up until a moment ago, he'd been a free man. Now he realized that he'd lost everything. Whether or not he'd done anything was beside the point; he was convicted by the courts of the Authority and there was no appeal. He was now a unit of the LEA and so he would be for the rest of his life.
Master Barnes shook the last drops of urine onto Bill's face and zipped up his fly.
"Now that he's marked, complete his induction and transition. I'll expect to see all three of these units in my office tomorrow morning at 9:30. My assistant, Trent, will be coming down to bring them upstairs. Since Trent needs some training in these procedures, I expect you officers to have them ready for him. They should have completed their toilet duties and be fed and watered. Collars and leashes. You already have my special instructions. Are they understood?" Mr. Barnes said, looking at Malloy.
"Yes sir, Mr. Barnes. We'll take care of everything," Malloy said.
"Good," Barnes said and swept through the locker room doors.
By now, the officers had lowered Bill to the floor and he lay there, curled into a ball weeping softly, his shoulders shaking with his grief and shock. I ached for him because I knew how he felt. Though he'd never been particularly kind to me; indeed, on occasion he'd been nasty; still he was a human being who'd just had his life snatched away from him in the most humiliating way. Unconsciously, I leaned forward toward him and the officer holding my leash jerked me back.
"Stay boy," he said sharply. "Let the officers do their work."
Malloy spoke to Bill.
"You have been assigned the designation of unit 091829-073," Malloy said. "Repeat your designation boy."
Bill took some ragged gulps of air, trying to gain control of his voice.
"091829-073," he said, his voice breaking slightly.
"Again," Malloy ordered. "Tell me what you're called."
"I'm 091829-073," 073 said, his voice rising slightly.
"Good," Malloy said. "Now crawl to the shower area so that we can wash you down. Then we'll proceed with your processing."
073 rolled to his hands and feet and crawled toward the shower area.
"You two come as well. You need to be cleaned up before being kenneled," Malloy instructed 059 and me.
Dutifully, we crawled to the shower area and waited beneath showerheads. The officers removed the collars 059 and I wore before turning on the cold water. Gasping for breath, we moved into the chilly streams to wash the sweat and salt from our bodies. 073 simply crouched there, letting the water stream over his body. While it could remove the smell of the piss, nothing would ever remove the shame and degradation the piss had baptized him in. He would forever feel the hot stream washing over his body and washing his dignity away.
The officers had attached a hose with an enema nozzle to one of the spigots and when they'd decided our outsides were clean enough, they instructed the three of us to crawl nearer the spigot with the hose, get on our feet but keeping our hands on the floor and straighten our legs. Thus we presented our butt holes to them for cleaning. One of the officers lubed the nozzle with a bit of soap and, starting with the senior unit, gave each of us a filling. Other officers served as facilitators, standing next to us and rubbing our bellies to help us take more water. Finally, our intestines were filled and the nozzle was withdrawn from the last unit's pucker. What a sight we must have been: three units bent over, asses in the air, rosebuds exposed, bellies swollen with water. We were all groaning at least some from the pressure and the cramps. 073 seemed not to be as accustomed to taking an enema and was taking it the worst, groaning, sweating and whimpering, muttering desperately under his breath.
"Please stop. I can't hold it. I need to shit. Please," he murmured.
"Breathe boy, and relax," said the officer attending to him as he stroked his swelling gut. "Just keep breathing."
"Yes sir," 073 hissed and worked on his breathing.
I remembered my first enema and felt for him. I was a little dizzy myself from having my head below my heart for this long and I'm sure 073 was feeling disoriented as a result. His legs were shaking from the strain of holding them straight while having his hands on the floor and trying to avoid soiling the officers.
"Hey, Malloy, how about we have a little fun?" the officer standing next to me asked, sounding hopeful.
I craned my neck to look up at Malloy and saw him frown and think a bit.
"Yeah, I suppose we could. This is pretty unusual anyway. What d'ya have in mind? Remember, no fucking. We're not allowed to fuck without specific permission."
"How about a little mouth music from these guys? They're all moaning anyway. I want to see what it feels like to have a moaning unit on my piece."
"Sure, why not. There are three of them and six of us. That's two per. You guys start," Malloy said, indicating the three who were helping us take the water.
So the officers who had been standing beside us, rubbing our bellies, moved around so that they were near our heads. Realizing they'd have to kneel, they unbuckled their belts and pulled their uniform trousers and underpants off. Then they knelt on the tile, one in front of each of us units.
"Open wide," said the one who'd made the suggestion in the first place.
He cupped my chin with his hand and lifted my head, straining my neck. Then he pinched my nose and pulled my mouth open. It wasn't as though I could or would have resisted him. I knew my place and if a guard wanted to be serviced, I would always obey, even if he was out of bounds in doing so. It wasn't up to me to enforce the rules. As I opened my mouth, he slid his rising cock in, filling my mouth with his warm flesh. I started sucking on it, trying my best to avoid touching him with my teeth and working to stimulate his penis, which wasn't easy considering I was bent over, my neck was cocked at an uncomfortable angle and all the blood was rushing to my brain.
059 seemed to be struggling like I was but he was trying. 073 on the other hand, had found some of his fight again. He was resisting his officer's attempts to get in his mouth.
"No," he cried. "Leave me alone. Don't."
The officer slapped his face with his cock and placed his thumbs at the hinge points of 073's jaw, pressing hard, until the unit's jaws opened with a cry of pain. Quickly, the officer slid in, turning 073's cry into a guttural sound as his throat was plugged with the officer's thick dick. Then, holding his ears, he proceeded to face fuck him with no semblance of gentleness or consideration. Obviously, 073 need to learn the lesson that resisting was not the most sensible thing to do.
"Beat his ass," 073's officer said. "This unit needs to be taught to obey."
Malloy produced a tawse and began assaulting 073's exposed butt. Each blow brought a muffled cry that filled his stretched cheeks with air, which then escaped around the column of flesh filling his mouth. After the first couple of blows, the new unit lost control of his sphincters and the water filling his intestines jetted across the shower room. Malloy, having the experience to know better, was not standing directly behind the unit so the stream didn't catch him. That wasn't to say he wouldn't be punished for it.
But at least he would not have to lick the shitty water off of Malloy's pants and shoes, as he would have done had the officer been standing in the line of fire. Tears were dripping onto the floor as Malloy whaled away at the unit's upturned ass. I felt sorry for him but made sure I concentrated on what I was doing so as not to have my own ass become the next target. I liked Malloy; he'd always been relatively kind to me but I also respected his arm and his dedication to his job. I didn't want my butt to become the object of his dedication today, especially since we were away from the Center with its tight controls over the behavior of both the units and the officers. If an officer injured or killed a unit while on assignment, there would probably be no serious or permanent repercussions for the guard, especially when the group of them that were here today could concoct a good story to convince their administrators that they'd been acting in the line of duty. So I focused on satisfying the penis in my mouth.
In a few minutes, I felt the telltale throbs and pulses of pre-cum that told me he was getting close and I worked him all the harder, fondling his dickhead with my tongue and pressing it against the roof of my mouth as I sucked and massaged it. In the meantime, the beating continued and 073 was choking and coughing on cock, tears and snot. Whether or not it was stimulating for the officer was hard to tell. But he seemed intent on using the unit's mouth and didn't much care whether or not the unit lived or died.
Finally, he shouted and his hips jerked spasmodically as he shot his load into 073's throat. Malloy stopped beating him and he dropped to his knees, his chest heaving with sobs between his chokes and coughs. Fortunately, he knew enough to attempt to swallow the load but coughed some of it on the floor.
"Lick it up boy!" Malloy ordered.
Weeping, 073 lowered his head to the tile and licked up the dribbles of cum that had fallen from his mouth.
The officers fucking my and 059's mouths came, delivering their loads down our throats. If mine was any measure, these guys didn't come too often. Was their sexual activity limited? Did the Authority hold some sort of sway over them? The cock in my mouth kept pulsing and pulsing and I had a hard time keeping up with it. I swallowed as fast as I could because I most certainly didn't want to have to be licking cum off the floor as 073 was being required to do.
But we weren't finished. We'd only serviced three of the six officers; we still had three more. Malloy unbuckled and removed his pants and knelt in front of me. I'd admired his good looks ever since I was taken under care: he looked like you'd want a police officer to look. He had handsome, chiseled features, a dark brown five o'clock shadow and warm brown eyes. Like all officers of the LEA, he was fit, with a flat, muscled gut and strong, nicely sculpted arms and legs. The Authority emphasized the fitness of its officers. And it was fitness aimed and being able to perform well rather than looking like some sort of gym inhabitant. I noticed a ring on his left hand and realized that a married man could get horny too and wanted some relief. In his own mind, having a unit suck him off didn't make him bent; it just meant he was getting his rocks off any way he could. I opened my mouth and moved toward his heavy cock, smelling the musk that emanated from his thick bush. He lifted his shirt to pinch his nipples and I saw the treasure trail rising from his pubes to swirl around his navel and fan out across his firm pecs. As I went down on him, I raised my eyes to look up his body and saw him looking down at me. His eyes crinkled a moment. He wet the tips of his fingers and reached under me to wet my tits and squeeze them. This had the desired affect because I shuddered and pressed his penis against the roof of my mouth, sucking that much harder on the firm flesh.
073 was now working on his second officer and having a little bit easier time of it since his ass wasn't being beaten at the same time. He tried to show enthusiasm, hoping perhaps, to head off further punishment, at least for tonight. 059 was doing his best with his officer as well. Three units, butts in the air, sucking three kneeling LEA officers. The only sounds were our slurpings and smackings as the officers fucked our mouths and the groans of the officers. Once in a while, there would be a gagged squeal from one of us as our officer assaulted our nipples to urge us to greater heights of pleasuring. Finally, each of our officers came, filling our bellies with more cum. At least there'd be a little extra protein in our diets tonight. Each of us sucked the residual cum from our officers' dicks and cleaned them up before they rose from their knees.
When they'd finished with us Malloy instructed 059 and me to move over the drain hole and evacuate our bowels. The sound of water jetting out of rectums and wet farting echoed through the tiled room.
We were exhausted but there were still preparations to be completed before we were able to go to our kennels. Malloy handed 059 and me safety razors and told us to stand up.
"Use the soap in the dispensers," he said. "Mr. Barnes wants you smooth for tomorrow's activities."
Then he turned to 073.
"Take him to the table boys," he ordered the guards.
The new unit was caught off-guard. If he'd thought about it, he might have accepted his fate, but at the instant, his flight instinct took over. Yelling "Nooooo", he ran, naked, toward the door. But he was dizzy from the enema and nearly standing on his head, not to mention the lack of oxygen because of his coughing and choking, so his path wasn't straight. Besides, he was no match for six LEA guards who pride themselves in remaining fit. Two of them took off after him and tackled him. They picked him up and carried him to the table, which they'd had brought into the locker room.
"Fuck!" Malloy spat out. "I thought he'd know better than this. Why is it that new units can't cooperate?" he asked no one in particular.
He sat on one of the benches next to the lockers.
"Bring him here," he said.
The two guards picked the screaming unit up by his hands and feet, flipped him over onto his belly on top of the table, making him cry out as his cock and balls were smashed between his body and the tabletop. Then they picked him up and carried him to where Malloy sat, stretching him across the officer's lap. They knelt down, still holding onto his limbs so that he couldn't move. His still red ass peaked across Malloy's legs.
Malloy stroked 073's stinging skin.
"I thought we might be able to avoid this with you. You're supposed to know how these things work," he said, rubbing the red skin soothingly and pulling little whimpers of pain from the unit's lips. "But I guess there's a difference between knowing how things work for others and finding out how they work for yourself. So I'm going to have to teach you."
With that, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on 073's red mounds, making the unit howl in pain. After ten strokes, 073 was crying again. After twenty, he'd gone limp, only jerking in response to each blow. I counted forty strokes in all and by the time the punishment was over, all the fight had been beaten out of him, at least for tonight.
"Take him a shave him," Malloy said, pushing him off his lap. "Be sure to get him completely smooth or Barnes will have a fit."
The officers' faces reflected momentary pangs of fear at the mention of Barnes as they hoisted the limp form of 073 up and carried him back to the table where they laid him, face up.
Two of the officers held his arms and legs and another applied shaving foam to his body. Then the officer proceeded to shave him clean. When they were finished, 073's previously well-furred body was smooth as a little boy's. His skin was pink (except for the angry, red welts on his backside) and his darker pink nipples rode high on his chest, each being about the size of a quarter with nice points. Obviously, his were not virgin nipples. They grabbed him under the arms and lifted him from the table, setting him on his knees under a showerhead which one of them turned on to rinse him. He knelt there weeping, his shoulders shaking as the officers lifted first his right, then his left arm to rinse away all traces of shaving foam from his armpits.
Then they pulled him to his feet and made him bend at the waist, turning his ass to the stream so that they could rinse his crack. After that, they pushed him so that he was standing up and washed his groin. His dark pink cock and balls looked large without their covering of fur and one of the officers hoisted his genitals appreciatively.
"The Administrators will be vying for this one," he chuckled. "I know several who like training well-hung units.
Indeed, 073's dick, even when flaccid, was about seven inches long and fairly thick, albeit very nicely proportioned. The head of his dick flared slightly wider than his shaft and it hung gracefully against his scrotum, which hung slightly below his penis with testicles that were the size of golf balls. I expected that his looks were one of his assets that had helped him get ahead in business and, once he'd accepted his position as an LEA unit, they would help him get ahead there too. He'd probably be a trustee in very short order. Provided, that is, that he could master his emotions and submit to the Authority.
The officers dried the new inductee's body, making sure to pinch, prod and slap as often as possible to remind him of his degradation. They referred to the unit as "it", slapping his cock and balls and sticking fingers in his ass. 073, for his part, demonstrated his aptitude for slavery by becoming erect as the officers abused him. As soon as he started to stiffen, he flushed scarlet from head to foot, acutely embarrassed at responding to this treatment. But his erection couldn't be denied and the officers were quick to exploit its admission, taking it in their hands and jacking him while they told him how much this showed his real station in life was slavery rather than freedom. He was now where he always should have been: a servicer of the State. One of them stood in front of the unit and moved his hands up the unit's smooth body. When he reached his nipples, he circled them with the tips of his fingers, drawing closer and closer until he was stroking the aureolas.
"You like this don't you boy?" he cooed. "You're a natural. You're so bent it hurts!"
073 bit his lip and groaned as his legs began to tremble. Then the officer closed in on the points, pushing the little mounds around in circles making the unit groan more loudly as he struggled to control his shaking legs.
"I don't think I've ever inducted such a tit-pig," the officer chuckled. "Lot's of them are turned into pigs but they don't usually come to us that way. God, it's going to be fun working him over. Wait till he gets his implants to plump those nips up permanently."
Saying this, he grabbed hold of 073's tits and pulled them down and away from his body, stretching them an inch from the chest. 073 gasped and fell to his knees, which resulted in his nipples now being pulled even further away from his body, only now upward. The officer pinched the points between his thumbs and middle fingers and then used the nails of his forefingers to scratch the very tips of the tortured bits of flesh. 073 gasped again and rolled his head back as his cock pumped out pre-cum.
"OK, that's enough Shaiman," Malloy said, stepping in finally. "Let's get him collared and get the bunch of them to their kennel. I, for one, want to get some food and get to bed myself. Since we have to have them up and ready early, let's get on with it."
"Yes sir," Officer Shaiman said and let go of 073's nipples.
073 fell forward on his hands and crouched there panting. Malloy wrapped a collar around his neck and clipped a leash into it. 059 and I were collared again and they took the three of us down one floor to the sub-basement where our kennel was located.
There were only two cages in the kennel room so, after a debate centering on 059's seniority and experience and my having worked with the new unit when we were both free men, they decided to put 073 with me. They gave us food and water and, finishing that, we lay down to rest. At first, 073 hunched at the end, next to the cage door.
"It won't help, you know?" I ventured, looking into his frightened blue eyes.
"What won't help?" he asked, looking up at me.
"Trying to hide. The best thing is to accept what's happened and become part of the group. At least we can give one another some comfort and warmth."
"I'm afraid," he murmured, looking through the bars toward the kennel door.
"I know," I said. "I understand. I was afraid too: still am sometimes. But it doesn't make it any easier to sit alone hoping for someone to rescue you."
He looked at me, looked at the door again and shook his head. Then he crawled toward me.
"You're right. I should never have trusted him," he said. "Please help me."
"I have no power," I answered, stroking his head. "All I can offer you is my own warmth."
I stretched out, lying on my side and he stretched out in front of me, spooning his back against my front. My penis edged into his ass crack but I had no desire to enter him. Aside from the fact that, so far, I'd only been fucked and never fucked anyone myself (my ex-wife excluded), I really only wanted to give him some comfort on his first night "inside". It was traumatic enough to be seized like that and having someone hold you through your first night provided much needed warmth.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
"It might help," 059 added, lying on the floor in his own cage.
073, previously known as Bill McCain, took a deep breath and began to speak.
To be continued.