Executive Slave 4

Author: plugged
Title: Executive Slave 4
Date: 01 February 2006

Executive Slave -- Chapter 6

My world shattered into broken shards when the Administrator entered me. I cried out in pain and relief as he sank his penis into my waiting hole and claimed my body for the Authority. At last, I belonged somewhere. I released my buttocks and braced myself against the desk with my hands so as not to be knocked over by the force of his thrusts, my voice rising in a jerky moan as his pelvis repeatedly impacted the base of my spine. I couldfeel his cock throbbing inside me, rising and falling with rapid spasms of need. His breath was coming in rapid gasps as was mine.

"Come out here 310," he ordered and a man who appeared to be in his early thirties climbed out from under his desk. His body was shaved and he wore some kind of device that covered his penis.

"Get on his dick," the Administrator ordered and 310 knelt before me,
leaning forward to take my rigid penis into his mouth. I don't know how he was doing what he was doing but I'd never felt anything like it before. It was as though my penis was enveloped in a warm, wet cunt with all the muscular control of a pianist's hand. I began to make rhythmic moans, urging on both men; the one filling my ass and the one swallowing my dick. I wanted it to go on forever but I wanted to come. The excitement was overwhelming. I'd never had sex with a man and I was now wondering why I hadn't. Then 310 reached up and clutched my balls in one hand and pinched and twisted my tits with the other. That was too much for me and I came with an agonized yell as all sensation focused like a laser on my pelvis and chest. I gasped for air, groaned and growled as my throat closed in
ecstasy.

All too soon, it was over and 310 licked my cock clean. I'd scarcely
realized that the Administrator had come too and as he pulled out of my hole, leaving me feeling abandoned, 310 crawled around my shaking form to clean the Administrator's dick off as well.

When he was satisfied that he was adequately cleaned up, the Administrator zipped his fly and collapsed in the chair behind his desk. I was standing there, unable to straighten my legs because of the banging I'd received and the Administrator snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor. I saw 310 was already kneeling and realized my mistake. I feel to my knees, my hands clasped behind my back as 310's were.

"Good boy," the Administrator said. "You've been fully inducted into LEA care. You will receive further training of course, to enhance your skills but you are now completely under the Authority's care."

He pressed a button and in seconds, Malloy and Whitfield appeared.

"Take 035 down to the showers and give him to the trustees. I'll expect him to be here tomorrow when I arrive at 8:15. 310, you're dismissed. Report to your instructor tomorrow morning."

"Yes Sir," Malloy answered as the guards hauled me to my feet and led me from the room. 310 followed us, apparently bound for the cells.

We went back through the Center without a word. The halls were busy with people apparently leaving for home, their day's work completed. I'd noticed that there were a number of identical doors on the hall where we'd entered the Administrator's office. Probably other Administrators I figured. After all, if part of taking a unit under care involved fucking him, the Authority would required a number of Administrators to handle the load. How many times in one day could a man come?

We went back down to the cellblock but rather than taking me to my cell, Malloy took me through another door into a shower room. There were a number of units in the showers, some shaved, like me; others with full body hair. Others had only their crotches shaved but had hair on their chests. Malloy gave a whistle and all the units turned their attention to him.

"035 is a novice unit. He's just had his induction with his Administrator. Clean him up and continue his training."

When I saw the man from the cells who'd called out to me standing there with an evil grin on his face, I suddenly felt a chill inside and began to tremble. He walked toward me and took my upper arm in his hand, guiding me back across the showers.

"What's your number boy?" he asked.

"082012-035," I answered in a hoarse whisper, looking first at his grinning face and then at his hand gripping my bicep. All I wanted was to run away and go back and hide in my cell.

"I'm 112 115-059," he said. "We call each other by the last three digits most of the time. If we have two with the same sequence number we'll just call one `A' and the other `B', or something," he explained.

I tried to pull away from him but his grip was strong and he dragged me across the tiled floor.

"Men," he called out, "This is 035. Malloy has handed him over to us to clean up and give some higher education."

At this the other naked men laughed lewdly and began stroking their cocks, circling around us.

"Let's show him what he needs to know," 059 said and pulled me into the middle of the circle of dripping men.

The men closed in on me and I began to shake violently. Then 059 lifted up his hands to me.

"Give me your hands," he ordered.

I took hi s hands, not know what to expect or what he was doing. The moment I placed my hands in his, I felt a pair of hands tightly grasp my hips and 059 stepped back, pulling me over, bent at the waist. I cried out in surprise and then squealed in pain as a cock speared my hole and set my sphincter on fire. Even thought I'd just been fucked, my muscles hadn't yet become accustomed to taking a cock. How different I was then: how inexperienced. 059 quickly stepped forward again and thrust his rigid member into my open mouth.

"First lesson," he said. "No teeth. If I feel your teeth on my cock, you'll be punished. And yes, we do use corporal punishment here!"
Whoever was in my anus was pumping away at me and slapping my ass cheeks, as though to urge me on, since each slap caused me to clench my ring around his dick. Just as I had while the Administrator fucked me, I squeaked with each thrust, only the sound was muffled by 059's heavy cock filling my mouth. Then I felt someone's hand on my balls. A thumb and forefinger ringed my testicles and pulled down abruptly, making me cry in pain and forcing my jaws together.

059 yelled as my teeth nipped his flesh. I was sure I hadn't done any real damage because I'd stopped myself the moment my reflexes had tried to close my mouth. But I knew he'd felt my teeth on his penis; I knew I was going to be punished.

059 jerked out of me and slapped me on the face, sending me sprawling on the tiled floor.

"What did I warn you about?" he yelled. "I told you I didn't want to feel your teeth. What the hell's the matter with you? Don't you know how to suck cock?"

"Please," I whimpered, looking up at him and the rest of the men surrounding me. "Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

"Damn straight you won't. Because I'm going to teach you the lesson in a way you'll never forget."

With that, he turned and walked over to a tiled bench built into the middle of the shower floor and sat.

"Come here boy!" he ordered.

I started to rise.

"Crawl!" he yelled.

Looking around at the other men, realizing that no one would come to my aid, I got on my hands and knees and crawled across the wet tiles. When I reached him, something in me recalled the response of the other unit taken into care earlier and I reached forward and pulled my face against his bare feet. I kissed them and whimpered.

"Please sir. I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me sir."

"Get up on my lap," he ordered.

I let go of his feet and swallowing hard, crawled up, laying myself across
his lap. He held onto my dick with one hand so I wasn't going anywhere until he was finished with me. He stroked my globes with his hand, running a finger up and down my ass crack.

"Now boy, I want you to count them for me. Thirty blows for biting. The proper way to count is `One sir, thank you sir. May I please have another sir?' Do you understand boy?"

"Yes Sir. I understand. One sir, thank you sir. May I please have another sir?"

"Good. Remember; thirty blows for biting. And if you forget to count correctly, we start over again and add five for being forgetful." I felt his body tighten as he braced himself and raised his arm before bringing his hand down on my wet ass. The smack echoed through the tiled room followed immediately by my cry of pain. Almost immediately, there was another blow, leaving the red imprint of his hand on the white flesh of my butt.

"You didn't count boy. What means we start over and add five. Thirty-five blows now."

How could I have been so stupid? Smarting but angry with myself for being so slow, I grit my teeth as I felt his thighs flex again as he began his windup.

Smack.

"One sir, thank you sir. May I please have another sir?"

"That's better," he said and again I felt his thighs tighten.

Smack "Two sir, thank you sir. May I please have another sir?"

The men stood around us, watching my humiliation, laughing at my debasement in a spanking at the hands of one of my fellow prisoners. What shocked and humiliated me was that my cock, gripped firmly in 059's hand, was swelling and lengthening.

Smack, smack, smack.

"Fifteen sir, th-thank you sir. May I p-please have another sir?"

My ass was on fire and tears of pain and humiliation were burning my face. I had to concentrate to make sure I repeated my mantra. At this point, I couldn't imagin e having to start over at one with the addition of five more blows as punishment for my forgetfulness. I suppose I was lucky he wasn't using a strap because at least he could only strike one cheek at a time so my red globes got a respite between blows.

By the time we got to twenty-five I was blubbering and barely able to say "Thank you, may I please have another?" Being forced to ask for another as though I enjoyed it was an acute mortification. But my dick was enjoying it and for that, I felt doubly ashamed.

Th-th-thirty-three ssssir, th-th-thank you ssssir, M-m-may I-I-I p-p-please h-h-have an-an-another sssir?"

Smack.

Th-th-thirty-f-four ssssir, th-th-thank you ssssir, M-m-may I-I-I
p-p-please h-h-have an-an-another sssir?"

Smack.

Th-th-thirty-f-five ssssir, th-th-thank you ssssir, M-m-may I-I-I
p-p-please h-h-have an-an-another sssir?"

"No boy, that's it. No more. At least not this time," 059 said, rubbing his hot hand on my equally hot butt. The feel of his flesh on mine was a torment but it was better than the spanking had been. I lay across his lap weeping but happy that my degradation was over.

"Get down boy," he said and pushed me onto the floor.

I crawled back to him and, placing my arms around his ankles kissed his feet. I didn't really understand it. He'd just beaten me, publicly humiliating me, but I craved his comfort. What had the Authority done to me that I would be reduced to such a state that I would be kissing the feet of a man who'd spanked me for letting my teeth touch his cock while he raped my mouth? I found no answer but my organ asserted its own response and slapped against my thighs as I crawled, strewing pre-cum on my skin. Realizing this, I flushed scarlet, feeling my utter demotion to the core of my soul.
I'd started out the day as a successful middle-manager and was ending it as a nothing; a sex unit of the Labor Enforcement Authority. My tears of shame and need fell and washed the feet of my tormentor as I begged him to forgive me and take me back. In my pain and embarrassment, I wanted only comfort. Soon he bent and took my hands, lifting me to my feet.

"That's my boy. You're alright," he cooed softly. "You won't do that again will you boy? Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes sir," I answered, wiping my face with my hands.

"Good!" he said. "Now let's continue with your training. Bend over for me and hold onto my waist like a good boy."

I did as he instructed.

"Now, I'm going to give you my cock for you to suck on like a good boy. I want you to do your best to milk it but make sure you don't bite me again or I'll be very angry. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I answered and bent over.

I wrapped my arms around his waist. He took his rising penis in his hand and held it up to my lips. Looking down at its girth and length, I swallowed hard and opened my jaws to engulf it. I slid along its warm firmness until the round head hit my soft palate and I started to gag.

"Quiet boy. Go slow," 059 said, holding my head in his hands and pushing me back a bit. "Just relax and breathe through your nose. Now, let's try again."

Grasping my ears, he took control, sliding in and holding me in place for several seconds before backing off and allowing me to recover. Then he pushed in again. Slowly, my gag reflex lessened and I was able to take his entire length down my throat. I was murmuring around the mass filling my mouth when once again, I felt hands on my own waist and knew what was coming.

"Now you need to relax boy. This is hard. Relax your throat and your ass at the same time. Let him come in and fill you. Let him make you complete," he said softly, stroking my face and fingering my ears.

I didn't understand what was happening; was he hypnotizing me? I just knew I wanted to please him and do as he said. Perhaps my survival instincts were taking over, knowing that if I didn't cooperate and learn what I was being taught, I would suffer tremendously. So I breathed deeply and willed my sphincters to relax. I felt the first ring close around the head of
whomever was entering me and the fire shot through me. So I continued to breathe and will my muscles to relax. He kept moving forward and I began to wonder if he'd completely fill my gut when I felt his wiry pubes against my fiery butt. The pain made me squeal and I clamped down on the flesh spreading my rose and pushed my tongue up against the flesh stretching my jaws.

The men on whose spit I was skewered began thrusting into my orifices, coaching me on what to do and how best to satisfy them. I worked to execute what they told me, trying to process two streams of information and translate them into responses in my body. My brain was becoming better at transferring control to my body and I felt their pace quickening as they approached the precipice. Their dicks were throbbing and pulsing and soon, both yelled as they shot into me.

"Good boy," 059 said, stroking my face. "You've done well. I'm pleased. I'll be able to give a good report on your progress."

When their ejaculations had stopped, both pulled out and were replaced by others. I lost count of how many men I sucked and was fucked by that evening. By the end, I was quite accustomed to taking it up the ass and giving blowjobs. Strangely enough, I felt like I'd accomplished something. Some had ejaculated inside me; others had come on my face or across my back so by the time the last had satisfied himself with my body, I was covered with cum and had a belly and gut full. Spunk was leaking from my hole and dribbling down my legs. I had a hard time standing up straight and when I
finally was able to, my legs felt like jelly. I think I was walking a little strangely after having hand so many men stretching my fuck chute.

059 took me to a shower to clean me up. He lathered me and scrubbed my genitals and pucker, pushing inside to wash what he could reach.

"We'll give you another enema tomorrow," he said. "But for tonight, this will do."

He rinsed me off and dried my body with a towel. Then he led me to a wall dispenser and, taking some lube on his fingers, lubed me once again. I took it with resignation, knowing that I was going to have something in my butt tonight. Oh well, what did it matter after all I'd already been through?