Executive Slave 13

Author: plugged
Title: Executive Slave 13
Date: 03 February 2006

Bill entered.

"Yes, Mr. Barnes."

"Get this unit down and dressed and get him to his office. He knows what to do. I want him at his desk in ten minutes," Barnes said and turned back to 059, running his hands over his flaming butt, making him moan in pain. His moans reverberated in my ear and I winced, knowing that the slightest touch to his burning skin added to his pain. Barnes put his fingers in 059's mouth and twisted his head upward, forcing him to look into his tormentor's face and turning his moans into strangled gurglings. I wanted to cry; how could Barnes be so cruel? But I knew the question was a foolish one: he didn't care as long as he got what he wanted.

Bill unshackled me and I stretched my limbs to restore the feeling in my hands and arms and loosen my legs. I hadn't realized that I'd had every muscle in my body clenched while I was bound to the cross and witnessing 059's brutal beating and rape. In the meantime, Bill had gone out to get my clothes and returned with them. As I began to dress, he took advantage of my position while I was lifting my leg to put my trousers on to run his hand over my ass.

"Nice butt boy. I'm going to enjoy finding out how good a fuck you are when I get my chance at it," he sneered, grinning lasciviously at me.

"You'll have to wait," Barnes said, still studying 059's tortured face. "I'll give you a crack at him but not yet."

I wanted to spit in Bill's face but didn't dare. I dropped my eyes and continued to dress. I was about to zip my fly when Barnes spoke again.

"Oh boy! Don't bother tucking in and zipping up. I want you hanging out while you work. That will help to remind you of your real position in thisworld."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir," I answered, flushing in embarrassment.

It wasn't bad enough that I'd be forced to ream people out in order to spare my lover further torture, but I also had to do it with my cock and balls hanging out. Sure, I'd be sitting behind a desk but the awareness that I was, for all intents exposed, was unnerving.

I finished dressing and assumed my "unit stance", awaiting Mr. Barnes' dismissal.

"Good boy," he said, looking up from 059's prostrate body. "You can go to work now. And remember... I'll be listening."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir," I said and followed Bill out of Mr. Barnes' private room.

We walked through the office and I tried, as best I could, to use my
appropriate position behind Bill to cover my exposure. I wasn't always successful and found some people staring openly at my genitals. The orange and black rep tie broadcast my status as an LEA unit and nothing was considered out of the ordinary when it came to the treatment of units. We were, after all, criminals and therefore deserving of whatever we got. We'd surrendered all rights to being treated like human beings, so people had no qualms about staring at a unit, however he was dressed, or not dressed, as the case may be.

I hoped desperately that we'd move quickly through the office but Bill seemed determined to take up the entire ten minutes that Mr. Barnes had allotted in getting me to my desk. I began to wonder if he wasn't actually stretching it out further to enhance my humiliation. When he stopped at one of my former subordinate's desk to discuss a presentation and pulled me from behind him to stand at his side and pushed me forward so that my genitalsrested on top of his desk, I knew he was doing everything he could to degrade me. I flushed from head to foot and even my stiffening cock and balls turned crimson.

Finally, we arrived at my office and Bill opened it for me. Then he turned toward the rest of the offices and cubicles in the section and turning me to face them, announced my presence.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I'm pleased to announce the return of Mr. Swainton.Now, of course, he's under care of the LEA and his number is 082012-035. But this morning, you will address him as Swainton. Those of you who have appointments with Swainton will be expected to report to his office promptly. Thank you."

Bill pushed me through the door and, leaving it open, left me there. I quickly got behind my desk and looked at the list of files on my computer. I opened the first one and began to read. It was a file for Jonathan Dutch, a man who had worked for me for several years before I'd been removed from my former life. He and I had always gotten along but I couldn't help but wonder how he'd view things in our new circumstances. I didn't have to wait long to find out. I was half way through the file when there as a knock on
my door. Jonathan was standing there.

"Good morning Jonathan. Come in."

I then noticed that there was no longer a guest chair in my office and Jonathan was forced to stand.

"Good morning Swainton. I believe that the current form of address you should be using is `Mr. Dutch'. Isn't that so?" he said, looking somewhat uncomfortable at having to correct his former boss.

"Yes, of course. You're quite right Mr. Dutch. Pardon me. Now, let me see... what does it say here in the file?"

As I started to review the information, I head the sharp report of leather on skin through my ear piece and I winced as 059 cried out in pain.

"It looks like you're falling behind in your assignment. What seems to be the problem Mr. Dutch?"

Another blow; another wince.

"Tell me what the hell you've been doing with this? Why isn't it completed? You've had the task for what? Three days? Why aren't you done?" I demanded, my voice rising in anxiety. I had to stop Duncan's beating.

There was no sound of a blow. Perhaps I was getting it.

Jonathan stammered that he'd been trying but couldn't' gain any traction with the clients. They didn't seem to want to make a decision.

"What the hell do we pay you for then?" I shouted. "You want me to buy you snow tires? Will that give you enough traction? What I'm looking for is results. If you haven't the balls to get them, then I'll give the job to a boy who does!"

My voice carried out of my office and I could see the looks of shock on faces outside. It wasn't the kind of dressing down I'd ever given an employee but I'd heard Barnes do it enough times to have memorized the lines and the delivery. I was doing my best imitation. All I wanted was to spare Duncan as much pain as possible. I must have been doing a pretty damned good facsimile because Jonathan looked like he wanted to either hide or hit me. No one likes to have his short-comings shouted from the rooftops and that was basically what I was doing. His eyes burned through me. He came
around the desk to look at my monitor and review what I was seeing. In doing so, he glanced down and got a very good eyeful of my crotch with my genitals hanging out of my fly.

"Yes sir, Mr. Barnes, I mean Swainton. I'll get right on it," he said through clenched teeth.

Yes, he knew where the reaming was coming from but somehow I wasn't sure that would make any difference. I could see his anger was focused on me at that point.

"Get back to work then Mr. Dutch. I want a better report on our progress
tomorrow."

"Yes sir, Swainton. I'll see to it."

He left and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I heard another blow landing and the resultant cry of pain. I couldn't relax. I had more of my master's work to do. I quickly brought up the next file, skimmed through it and called in the next victim.

The morning was spent in ten minute interviews, all like the first one. The subordinate would come in; I'd ream them out and they'd get angry and leave. If I did a sufficiently good job of being nasty, Duncan might get off with only a couple of blows of the strap. There were some employees whom Barnes obviously wanted to punish because he used his bound proxy to reinforce the message for me, forcing me to escalate the abuse. By the end of the morning, I was wrung out, my shirt was wet under the arms and my stomach was in knots. All I wanted was for this day to be over. Perhaps I could goback to the Center with Duncan, bathe his abused ass and comfort his spirit
and body.

At noon, Mr. Barnes came through my door and I arose from my chair and fell to my knees.

"Well 035, you've had quite a morning. So has your mentor. I don't imagine he'll feel like sitting down again in the near future. I especially liked the blow I landed directly on his hole. God did he scream," he laughed. "So what do you think? Did you do a good job?"

I sensed this was a trap and quickly grabbed for the best dodge I could find.

"Sir, I hope that I've fulfilled your expectations. If not, I hope you'll give me instruction," I answered, bowing my head.

"Not quite up to snuff but almost acceptable. But then it's your first day so I can't expect perfection, can I?"

I knew better than to answer the rhetorical question.

"Now I suppose you'll be wanting something to eat after your strenuous morning," he said heartily.

"Thank you sir," I answered feeling slightly warmed by his apparent
camaraderie.

"Good," he said. "On your feet then, 035."

I arose.

"Shoes and socks off. Drop your pants."

I stared at him, disbelieving and then shed the clothing as he'd instructed.

"Right. Shirt and tie. Everything off," he said.

When I was naked, he instructed me to lie across the width my desk, arms spread across the surface, feet on the floor.

"Bill," he called and his EA appeared carrying some ropes.

"Bind him," he ordered.

Bill took my wrists, knotted ropes around them and tied the ends to the legs of my desk. Then he tied a rope around my neck and looped the end around
one of the legs in the front of my desk. Lastly, he wrapped a knot around my cock and balls and tied the end off around a leg in the back of my desk. I was now bound naked to my desk, facing the door of my office for everyone to see.

"Now if you remember, we always say payback's a bitch. Well you're going to be the bitch and get the payback. Each of the people you had an appointment with this morning has an appointment with you this afternoon. I think they'll know what to do," Barnes said evilly and turned to leave.

He stopped as he went through the door and looked back.

"Oh, enjoy your lunch," he grinned with glinting eyes and left.

In a few moments, Jonathan was at the door.

"Well now," he said hoarsely. "I guess it's my turn isn't it?"

He closed the door and I swallowed hard.

"Let's see. I heard Mr. Barnes say something about lunch so I'll assume you haven't eaten yet. Is that right Swainton?"

"Yes Mr. Dutch," I answered.

His crotch as right in front of my face and his hand was slowly stroking the swelling bulge.

"Well then, let me give you something to eat before I fuck your sorry ass," he said, unzipping his pants and extracting his stiffening dick from his shorts. "Come on. Open up like a good boy. Eat my cock and get your lunch. And if I feel your teeth, believe me, you'll regret it!"

I'd have said "yes sir," but his hardening cock slid between my lips as soon as I opened my mouth, so I began to lave it with my tongue. I slid the tip of my tongue between his foreskin and his sensitive cock head and he moaned with pleasure. When he was sufficiently hard, he took my ears and began to slide in and out of my mouth, shoving the head of his penis against my soft palate, making me gag. I endeavored to open my throat to take all of him but he was only of medium length and so never really cleared the soft palate. Each thrust made me gag and soon there were tears streaming down my
face as he fucked my mouth. I worked my tongue to try to control the urge to choke as well as to bring him off as quickly as possible. But he seemed to have great staying power. Ten minutes went by and my throat was becoming sore, as were my lips, tongue and jaw as he went at me. Finally, I felt his cock throb and his entire body stiffened. Groaning loudly, he went up on his toes, raising my head and craning my neck as his penis lifted upward. Soon, I felt the jets of semen hitting the back of my throat and running
down my gullet. He pulled out slightly, oozing the rest of his load onto my taste buds. Salty, bitter, viscous fluid spread across my tongue and I sucked at his piss-slit to get more of it because I'd been conditioned to seek the taste of a man since coming under the care of the Labor Enforcement Authority.

He waited until his cock softened to pull out of me.

"Well that was a good start to my lunch hour. You wait here Swainton and I'll send your next helping in. And don't worry; I'll be back later for our appointment. This was just the starter on your lunch. I'll be having my chance at your ass when I've recovered a bit. See you later," he laughed. Slapping my ass and leaving the print of his hand on my white ass, he opened the door. He left the door open as he went through. I saw that someone had taped a sign on the door to my office. The sign read "Lunchroom".

"Next!" he called and sure enough, another of his co-workers, Will Andersen, appeared, closing the door behind him. I remembered how, in my former life, I'd been chuckling with some of the others when Andersen got some ribbing about his weight problem and personal hygiene. I could see from the look in his eyes, that Will remembered too and was more than pleased to give me an intimate introduction to his charms.

I lost count of the number of cocks I serviced that day. There were even a few women who came in to make use of my services. Since I hadn't been trained in pleasuring women, I had to dig into my memories of the few times my ex-wife had had me give her cunnilingus. I was probably rusty and one of them slapped me around a bit for not giving her what she wanted in a prompt manner. All I could do was apologize and pledge to do better the next time. Maybe I could have 059 let me practice on his ass hole. It wasn't quite the same but at least I could work on extending my tongue more.

I spent the afternoon with cocks in my ass and down my throat. Sometimes, men would have a "meeting" in my office, obviously arranged by Bill and would gang fuck me, rotating from my mouth to my hole and back around again in some sort of a round robin. Each thrust up my bum pushed me forward, stretching my bound cock and balls against the ropes that tied them to thedesk, further increasing my agony.

Will Andersen, the employee I'd given a hard time when I was his boss had two go rounds. The taste of his unwashed cock and the smell of his bush made my eyes water. Each time, I almost gagged from the odor, rather than from the length of the tool going into me. He fucked my face hard, holding onto my hair and banging with abandon, his heavy balls slamming against my chin as the spittle dribbled down from my mouth and puddled on the floor beneath my face. While he was fucking me, he whipped my butt with his belt, taking delight in my squeals and whimpers. He was enjoying punishing the one man he could who'd belittled him. It was obvious that he was taking his anger out on me and enjoying it immensely. He tried to fuck my ass but he wasn't big enough to enter me and his belly prevented his getting as close as he would have needed. Besides, he couldn't seem to generate the hard erection he would have needed from the anger that possessed him. In frustration, he took a metal ruler to my exposed genitals, swatting them until they felt like they'd been pulverized. When he'd finished, I was groaning in pain, almost wishing my penis and testicles would fall off, freeing me from their ache.

Even though Will couldn't fuck me, there were plenty of others that day who had the length and the frustration to get hard and stick it to me, the scapegoat for their anger at their management. Finally Bill came through the door unaccompanied. I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was 6:00. Thank god: my day was over.

"OK boy. That's it; quitting time," Bill said merrily as he began to untie the ropes binding me to the desk.

Standing behind me, he stroked my red ass with his hand and pushed a finger into my swollen hole, murmuring sounds of sympathy and comfort. I wasn't fooled; I knew he didn't care a whit about me other than wanting to be able to fuck me himself. As he wriggled his fingers around inside me he spoke.

"Oh my, this hole was been well used today. I'm glad to see that so many of our people took advantage of your availability," he said, pulling his finger out and slapping my pink butt cheeks.

He walked back to the front of my desk and put his fingers under my nose.

"Clean my hand off boy. It has mucus and semen from your ass and I can't possibly go home like this."

He stuck his fingers in my mouth and I licked them over and over until the bitter earthiness was gone. He looked at his hand and, smirking, wiped it dry on my back. Then he went round in back of me to finish removing my bonds. He knelt behind me and must have noticed the condition of my genitals because he let out a whoop.

"Whoa! Someone did a number on your cock and balls didn't they? God that must hurt!" he exclaimed, touching my scrotum lightly and making me hiss with the pain.

It was a pain that reached from my balls and sore penis, all the way up into my abdomen. It was like the pain you get when someone kicks you in the groin but it didn't seem to dissipate. I only hoped Will hadn't permanently damaged me. But then again (and at this I smiled grimly to myself), if he had damaged me, maybe the Authority would execute its own form of justice and take him under care as well. Now that was a pleasant thought!

Bill finished untying me and helped me straighten up. I was stiff and sore from having been tied to the desk all afternoon and having received so many penises in both ends. There was semen on my back and there were two pools at my feet where semen, mixed with ass mucus and sweat had dribbled down my legs and collected at my feet.

"Sir?" I ventured, hoping it wasn't too much out of line.

"Yes boy?"

"Sir, I need to clean up a bit. I don't want to make a mess by tracking this through the office," I said, holding up one foot to show him the slime.

Bill studied it a moment.

"Yes, here's a couple of tissues. But hurry up. I need to get you to your pen so that I can get out of here."

"M-my my pen?" I asked, my mouth gaping "Sir?"

"Yes, your pen. You didn't think you were going to sleep here tonight did you? We can't have you sleeping in the office. The janitors have to clean up and you'd be in the way."

"But sir, aren't we going back to the Center tonight?" I asked, still not comprehending.

"The Center? No. I don't suppose Mr. Barnes mentioned this but he's
sub-let you for three weeks. You'll be staying here 24/7. Now hurry up and get that stuff wiped off your feet. Don't worry about the floor. Ordinarily, I should make you lick it up but I don't have time tonight. So get a move on and leave the floor for the janitors," Bill said, hands on hips, looking quite impatient.

Quickly, I wiped my legs and feet and followed Bill out of the office. That there were still workers there, sitting at their desks as I was being walked through absolutely naked didn't seem to phase Bill in the least. I was deeply humiliated and flushed bright red as we walked down the aisle. Iknew better than to cover myself with my hands. Some of the most basic training at the Center is that a unit's genitals belong to the Authority and not to him; he has nothing hide and will treat his clothing, or lack thereof, s his appropriate state. Still, being naked in front of people
who used to work for you is humiliating by any account.

Bill led me through the halls back toward Mr. Barnes' office. People we passed stared openly, a couple of men grabbing Bill's arm and whispering inhis ear.

"We'll see," he laughed. "Check with Barnes. Maybe if you're good, he'll give you a go."

We got back to Barnes' office and I stifled a cry when I saw 059. He had a diaper around his waist and his back was a mass of welts. It didn't look as though the skin on his back had been broken but it was obvious he'd been severely whipped, though it had been done with great care not to cause permanent damage or scarring. He was sitting like a dog next to Mr. Barnes, who held a leash in his hand. 059 just stared into space as Barnes stared into my eyes and handed the leash to Bill. I could only hope I hadn't betrayed once again how I felt about Duncan. I knew it would only makethings worse for us. I pleaded mentally that Barnes wouldn't report us to the Authority. We could both be sent to recycling for an offense like that.

"Take them downstairs to the kennel and make sure they're fed and watered. I want them back here tomorrow at 8:30 to begin their day. I've paid plenty to sub-let them and I want my money's worth. That Administrator of theirs is a shyster if there ever was one. And remember, they go in separatecages."

Bill took us down in a service elevator: something for which I was grateful. I didn't want to see or be seen by anyone else tonight and I didn't want Duncan exposed to curious eyes. He'd obviously suffered tremendously today and he deserved to be left alone for a while. All the way down, as the elevator dove for the basement, Duncan crouched there, his diapered butt on his heels, his hands on the floor, staring at the wall. I prayed that Barnes hadn't destroyed his mind. Then I remembered what he'd told me about
hiding part of yourself away to maintain your sanity and I had a rebound of hope. As we rode down, he leaned ever so slightly against my leg and I felt his warmth and presence. Yes, he was alright: he was just removing himself from the humiliation and pain he'd experienced. I let my hand move to the side to touch his head and then moved it away. That was enough for both of us.