Executive Slave 10

Author: plugged
Title: Executive Slave 10
Date: 01 February 2006

In the morning, the external units were lining up and dressing when 059 beckoned to me.

"C'mon boy. Time for your implants," he said, smiling at me. I think he could see my excitement and might have understood what I was feeling.

We went downstairs to the area where I'd been fitted with my Mangard. Onceagain, 059 pressed the call button on the comm. system and the image of the officer appeared on the screen.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Sir, I have a unit here to receive nipple implants."

"Number?" the officer asked.

"082012-035," 059 answered.

"Just a moment," the officer said and the screen went black.

A couple of minutes went by and he entered the room with a packet.

"On the table," he ordered. "On your back."

When I was on the table, he pulled what appeared to be a hose or cable with an instrument on the end of it from the base of the table. It looked likeone of those instruments dentists used to use to repair bad teeth. The instrument had an opening at one end and a dial, apparently for making adjustments. He looked at my nipples, checked a monitor that must have hadmy Administrator's specifications displayed and made some adjustments with he dial before applying it to my right tit. Then he squeezed the trigger and I felt a quick, strong suction on my nipple much like I'd felt with thenipple pump. There was a tingling and a slight pain and he released the
trigger. When he removed the instrument from my tit, I was amazed. My nipple now protruded half an inch from my chest and was about the diameter of a pen at the point. The nipple was also much wider at the base so that it resembled a small mountain on my chest. The officer repeated the process on my left tit and when he was finished, my left was the same size as my right. I looked in the mirror and saw that I now had a prominent pair of nipples that cast beefy shadows on my pecs. I couldn't help but touch them and surprisingly, found there was no pain. They seemed to be even more
sensitive than they had been and were quite firm but still flexible. My own touch caused me to draw a quick breath as a thrill shot down my spine and stiffened my cock.

"OK, time to remove your Mangard," the officer said.

"Sir?" I asked, not understanding.

"When a unit's nipples are done, he no longer has to wear the Mangard. He's expected to know that he isn't permitted to touch his own genitals," he said.

059 nodded and smiled. The officer removed the guard screw and unlocked the cuff that held the device in place before sliding it off of my penis. By now, it felt strange to be uncovered; like being suddenly naked. During the time I'd had it on, the Mangard had made me very aware of my cock and cognizant of the fact that I had nothing else on. Now that it was removed,the sense of nakedness was renewed as my dick flopped against my legs or belly, completely unencumbered. The officer examined my shaft to ensurethat there were no sores and then dismissed us. As 059 and I walked upstairs to my dministrator's office, my penis flopped against my legs and
balls, causing me a bit of distraction.

059 "dropped me off" at my Administrator's office and went to his other tasks, of which I had only a vague concept. I stood in position in front of the Administrator's desk, awaiting his orders. He was on the phone and looking through some papers. Finally, he finished.

"035, I'm happy to see you with your implants," he said, rising and coming around his desk.

He circled my aureoles with his finger tips, barely brushing my new cones, sending shivers down my spine. Then he tweaked the tiny mountains with his fingers before grabbing them and squeezing them, rolling them between his fingers. My knees buckled slightly and I moaned with arousal.

"Very nice," he whispered. "What would you like me to do with these, 035?"

I started to speak but stopped myself before a word got past my lips.

"Sir, I am a unit at your disposal. My body is for your pleasure and use," I said.

"Very good boy. You're learning. I like that," my Administrator said, looking at me appraisingly. "Alright boy. Down on the floor and climb under my desk."

When I was in position, he ordered me to put my hands behind my back, giving him easy access to my chest. Then he attached a pair of clover-leaf clamps to my new tits, pulling hard on them to test their grip. When he was satisfied that they wouldn't be easily dislodged, he tied one end of a cord to the chain between the clamps. The other end, he tied around his left wrist. Now, every time he moved his left hand, whether it was to reach for something, to lean back in his chair, to pick up his phone, whatever; he pulled on the clamps, bending my tits upward and compressing them between the jaws of the clamps. Each time, I squeaked or whimpered as he abused my nipples throughout the morning. After an hour and a half or so of nipple
abuse, he also ordered me to take his cock and balls out and suck on them. Then, each pull of the chain made me vibrate whichever part of him was in my mouth at the moment, whether it was his penis down my throat or his balls cradled on my tongue. My nipples were very sore by now but the continued torture only seemed to further encourage my penis to enjoy its new-found freedom and throb against my belly, leaving smears of pre-cum everywhere it touched my abdomen or thighs. I found myself wanting to grab my cock and jack-off and struggled to keep my hands clasped behind my back. I knew that if I lost control, my Administrator would whip me and I didn't want that. So I tightly gripped my left wrist with my right hand so as to keep from touching myself. I kept telling myself that my genitals were not mine any
longer and they were not for my pleasure. I kept telling myself I'd be punished if I couldn't keep my hands off myself. I kept repeating "stocks"to myself as a deterrent to grabbing my cock.

Lunchtime came and my Administrator ordered me to release his genitals andcome out from under the desk. I crawled out and remained in position on my knees. I was sweating and my arms were trembling and sore from the effort involved in resisting my natural desire to pleasure myself. But I'd been successful and for that I was happy. Yes, my Administrator might decide to send me to the stocks for no particular reason but at least I wouldn't behanding him a reason, as it were. He handed me another cup of the liquid and I drank it down. My penis surged even harder and my anus felt empty and longing.

"I feel like a fuck," he said, rubbing my head. "How would you like it boy?"

I smiled to myself. I wouldn't fall that easily again, hungry hole or not.

"Sir, I'm a unit at your disposal. Please tell me how I can please you," I said, keeping my head down and my eyes on his feet. I could only hope he didn't hear the slight tremble in my voice that betrayed my need.

"Good boy," he said. "I didn't really think you'd fall for that so soon. But I want you to keep repeating it so that it becomes part of your thinking. The more you say it, the more real it becomes for you. Alright, climb on my chair with your back to me."

I obeyed him, kneeling on the seat of his chair, my chest against the back. My clamped tits were just above the back and he tied the cord hanging from the chain to the adjustment mechanism at the base of the chair. He swivelled the chair slightly, causing my nipples to be pulled as the cord stretched this way and that, making me grunt with each yank on my newly extended tits. I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart to give him easier access to my pucker. He lubed his penis, spread lube inside my waiting hole and inserted himself. By now, I was quite accustomed to being fucked and besides, I wanted it very badly. I needed to be filled: to feel a man's flesh spreading me and sliding in and out of me. I arched my back, pulling
against the clamps on my tits and moving my ass back, eager to have all of my Administrator in me.

"Tell me what you want boy," he whispered hoarsely.

"Sir, I'm a unit at your disposal," I answered desperately, wanting so much to be fucked but remembering that I was expected to have no wants other than to please.

"It's alright boy. It's not a trick. You can tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it. Tell me," he insisted.

"Sir, I want to be fucked," I gasped as I wriggled my butt.

"What do you want?"

"Sir, I want to be fucked."

My Administrator was increasing the tempo of his thrusts.

"Tell me what you are boy," he ordered, the volume of his voice increasing as he fucked me.

"Sir, I'm your unit."

"Tell me you're bent."

"Sir, I'm bent."

"Tell me."

"Sir, I'm bent," I said, my own voice getting louder and higher, my throat tightening with the tension building in my body.

"Again."

"Sir, I'm bent."

"And who do you belong to?"

"Sir, I belong to the Authority," I cried, the pitch of my voice rising as he flailed against my butt cheeks and rammed my prostate.

"Who do you belong to?"

"Sir, I belong to the Authority."

"Who?"

"Sir, I belong to the Authority," I cried.

"Tell me again," he shouted.

"Sir, I belong to you."

"Come boy!" he shouted, his cock jerking in my fuck chute and filling me with his milk. I roared as the cum shot out of my throbbing penis and slid down the back of my Administrator's chair.

I collapsed over the back of my Administrator's chair, my chest heaving. He unfastened my clamped nipples and ordered me to lick up my cum. The taste of cum and leather was intoxicating and I licked and licked until I'd stripped the patina from the leather with my tongue.

"Good boy," he said, patting me on the head. "You've pleased me. You're learning the right way of thinking and that'll make it much easier for youin the end. I've let you come so you won't need a milking this week. You can accompany 059 for his next milking so that you get into the habit of going. Remember, the Authority requires it. It's not an option. You will report every week, whether you've received permission to come or not. This
is the tax you pay to the Authority for your upkeep." "Yes sir. Thank you sir. And thank you for letting me come sir," I
answered, kneeling on the floor, my legs splayed wide and my hands behind my back.

"It was appropriate," he said. "You are exhibiting the proper thinking for a unit and that should be rewarded to be reinforced."

His words were clinical but I wanted to sense that I'd pleased him and had been rewarded for that. But what was it I had done to please him? He ordered me to come when I professed that I belonged to the Authority. No, that wasn't it. It was when I'd said I belonged to him! I felt a flush of pride and gratitude. My Administrator valued me. Maybe that would protect me in the future. But don't be foolish, I reminded myself. You've pleased him in the past and he's then turned savage. I would have to continuebehaving as he wanted me to; as a unit should, in order to remain in his favor, for I most certainly did not want to be in his disfavor. "Thank you sir," I said and bent to kiss his shoes, for I was truly
grateful.

059 arrived to accompany me back to the cells.

"059, isn't it your milking day?" my Administrator asked him.

"Yes sir, thank you sir. That was my next stop," he said, placing his hand at the small of my back to usher my out the door.

"Good boy," the Administrator said. "Take 035 with you. He can watch. Tell the attendant that 035 has come with his Administrator's permission. Half an hour for you 059."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," 059 said.

Glancing up at his face, I could see the flicker of dread that flew across it. Still half an hour was better than a longer milking.

"If the Administrator didn't say how long a unit's to be milked, what's the usual," I asked, as we walked down the hall.

"Once you're aroused, the usual milking is fifteen minutes," 059 answered. "Most men can bring themselves off with less than five minutes of wanking so fifteen minutes is usually more than long enough to get a unit to yield his cream. Anything beyond that is considered discipline or punishment. Half an hour is a discipline sentence, meant to remind me that my genitals, body and soul belong to the Authority. It's because I failed to report for milking last week as I should have. This is my `gentle' reminder."

We went down through the Center's halls and stairs in silence. I knew my mentor was not looking forward to his milking. I had to admit, after my first go-round, I understood why: it was torture. Exquisite torture, but torture nonetheless. It was pleasurable up to a point but then became maddening as the unit is, over and over again, brought to the edge and then pulled back. I'd come to understand that this was done principally to maximize sperm and semen output. But, as 059 had explained it to me, it was also done to reinforce for each unit that his genitals were not his; they
belonged to the Authority and the Authority would use them as it chose. Then there was the added element of punishment for wayward units who were in need of some bringing into line. 059 had failed to report for his regular milking and so was punished the last time by an extended milking. I'd only been subjected to forty-five minutes and found that almost unbearable. I'd seen what an hour-and-a-half had done to my mentor. Remembering that last time, I felt a sudden sense of protectiveness for him and took his hand. He looked at me and I smiled, hoping to reassure him a bit.

"I'll be there for you," I said.

"I know. Thanks," he said, smiling wanly at me, obviously aware, as was I, that I couldn't spare him what he was going to have to go through.

We arrived at the milking center and again, my eyes were drawn to the units in various stages of milking. Each stood with his back against the tiled wall, spread-eagle and pinned to the wall by his arms and legs with brackets that came out of slots in the wall. Some were wriggling, sweating profusely and moaning in pleasure/pain. A couple of others were just getting started, the attendants finishing up the preparations of hooking them up to the stimulus and milking connectors. One had just completed his milking. He was sagging against the clamps holding him up as the man milk was pumped down the clear tube and borne away to the processor. Attendants went to him
and removed the connectors from his body before releasing the brackets holding him up. He sank to the floor and crouched there on his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath as his angry red cock throbbed and pulsed, engorged with blood and undoubtedly aching badly.

059 spoke the attending officer and told him what my Administrator had said. The attendant nodded and pointed at a couple of empty stations. 059 beckoned me with his head and together, we went to the stations.

"The officer says you should take your position as though you were going to be milked. It'll help you to be become more accustomed to the process," he said, pushing me into one of the spaces.

I nodded and backed up, raising my arms and spreading my legs. He took hislace and the brackets slid out from their slots, locking us in place. As I watched, an armature rose from the floor in front of 059 with a round, tube-like apparatus on the end of it. The armature rose until the apparatus was directly in front of his groin. Then the officer came and inspected my mentor's penis, apparently determining that it wasn't erect enough for amilking yet. He pulled suction tubes from the wall on either side of 059's body and attached them to his nipples. Then he pressed a button and the suction devices began working on his tits, sucking and "chewing" on them
with the mechanism inside the tubes as his cock began to rise in response to the stimulation. I could see the dildo rising from the floor on a pole and breach his anal sphincters. He grunted and wiggled his hips, seeking to getthe plug seated comfortably. Then I could hear the hum as it began vibrating. I watched 059's masculine body respond to the stimulation and saw the looks of pleasure and arousal that crossed his face and I began to get harder. I watched his penis fill and lengthen, growing long and thick,dark with blood, and remembered it filling me and I began to moan in need.

Then I got a surprise: I felt something pushing against my pucker. I gasped in surprise as my rectum was invaded by some kind of obdurator. It had a
smooth, rounded bulb and was elongated, rather like a butt plug. The
attending officer left 059 and came over to me. He pressed a button and pulled a large hose from the ceiling above my head. There was a mouthpiece on the end of the tube, which he placed in my mouth after parting my jaws. The mouthpiece stretched my lips and fit firmly behind my teeth. I squirmed and asked what was going on but the mouthpiece turned my question into an incomprehensible squeal. I couldn't figure out what was happening. My Administrator had said I didn't have to be milked today. What were they doing to me?

The attendant checked the tube invading my ass as well as the one in my mouth and pressed a couple of buttons. Fluid began to flow into my guts and into my mouth. I tried to ask what was happening but found that I'd better
start swallowing rapidly to get the fluid down or drown, though I didn'tknow why. The fluid in my guts would have to take care of itself. After about a minute of liquid flowing, everything stopped and I caught my breath. I looked questioningly at 059 but he was already lost in the haze of pain/pleasure. He was moaning and moving his pelvis, instinctively seekingthe relief that these machines were programmed to deny him until it wastime. Suddenly, I felt very hot and began to sweat. The fluid in my belly and the fullness in my gut seemed to be dissipating in very little time. As the liquid they were pumping into me began to be absorbed, I felt a churning in my testicles and a swelling from the area of my prostate. After
a couple of minutes of sweating, my stomach felt empty again and my gut had returned to its normal shape after having become bloated with whatever it was they were pumping into me through my anus. As I breathed a sigh of relief, the fluid began pumping again, once more filling my gut and my belly to the point I felt I might burst open. Just as I thought I'd start to regurgitate what had been force-fed me through the feeding tube, the fever started again and seemed to evaporate the contents of my stomach. Once again, the churning returned to my balls and my prostate seemed to be swelling. Suddenly, it was clear to me what was happening: they were
recharging me, as it were. They were priming the pump by force-feeding me fluids that rapidly refilled my testicles and glands to increase my output of sperm and semen. I had a flash of men being treated like milk cows, being given fortified feed to increase their milk output and then beingmilked for their bounty. I had an overwhelming sense of just how much like animals we units had become.

I was subjected to repeated cycles of force-feeding and fever while 059 was being milked. While I hung there, I saw another unit come in and be hooked up as I was. Obviously, he'd been permitted to come and was being recharged as well. Looking at him as his rectum was plugged and his mouth filled, I realized how violated I felt by this. It was almost worse than being raped because it was so dispassionate. We were simply farm animals being used to our owners' fullest benefit. Curiously, this realization caused my cock to lift and swell, embarrassing me intensely. Being naked was, by now, nothing
to me. Being milked, being fucked, sucking cock were all becoming familiar, comfortable even, for me. But this was degrading beyond belief and that it aroused me was profoundly embarrassing. My only comfort was that I noticed the other unit who was being force-fed was having the same response as his cock rose and began to leak pre-cum. The attendant quickly placed a basin beneath his penis so that the sticky substance wouldn't be wasted. He came to me and squeezed my hard penis as though he were milking a cow's teat. Yes, my dick began to leak as well, oozing pre-cum from the piss-slit and he placed a basin on the floor to catch it.

059's time was almost up. I watched him urgently thrusting his pelvis, struggling to produce the wanted result. There was a sheen of sweat covering his body and wetting down the hair covering his chest and groin. Finally, the machinery permitted him to come, pumping his jism away for processing and storage as his entire body clenched and he roared with release. He collapsed against the brackets with a rough breath and waited for the attending officer to release him. The attendant removed the tubes from his nipples and his cock and pressed a button to withdraw the vibrating
plug from his anus. Only then was 059 released from the brackets, whereupon he fell to the floor, collapsing on his hands and knees, his cock a deep red and swollen from the edging.

After disconnecting 059 from the milking apparatus, the attending officermoved to me and withdrew the infusion tube from my ass chute, leaving me whimpering in emptiness. He pulled my jaw open and removed the mouthpiece, then released the brackets pinning me to my station. I took several seconds to recover my stability and went to 059, who was still crouched on his hands and knees. I knelt beside him, stroking his head and asking him in whispers if he was all right. He wearily nodded his hanging head and finally, drawing his legs up and putting his feet on the floor, heaved himself to his
feet.

"Let's go, boy," he said. "Let's get showered and then we can eat andrest."

As we headed toward the showers, I asked 059 about what I'd been subjected to.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"I think that my testicles and semen reserves were being recharged," I answered. "I also think my status as a slave was being reinforced. The Authority wants us never to forget that we belong to it; that we are the Authority's property to do with as it chooses."

"That's exactly it," he answered, putting his arm around my shoulder.
"You've got the picture. That's one of the reasons why we're milked
regularly. It's not only to supply cum for whatever purposes the Authority wants it; it's also to keep us aware that we have lost all control of our bodies."

"I know," I said, remembering the feeling of being an animal in a feedlotwhile I was being recharged.

059 must have sensed my feelings of degradation because he squeezed myshoulder and smiled at me.

"I understand boy: it felt like your humanity was stripped from you. It's a hard thing. How do you keep any sense of dignity while being subjected to the things they do to us? I've found that I have to keep a piece of myself like it was in a cupboard. It's locked away where they can't get at it. I think all of us that have survived for any length of time have done that.If you can't do it, you'll wither up and blow away. Either you'll stop trying and end up being recycled or you'll just give up and die. But if you can put that little piece away, you'll make it."

"I think I understand," I answered. "Would you tell me more? Tell me how you came to be here."

"Let's get cleaned up first. We'll get a shower, go back to the cell and eat and then I'll tell you my story."

"Thanks," I said. "I'd like to hear it."