Executive Slave 15

Author: plugged
Title: Executive Slave 15
Date: 03 February 2006

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 painshot 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 makingme 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 '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; onethat 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 eyesglittering 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 agood 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 moreeyes 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.