Executive Slave 5

Author: plugged
Title: Executive Slave 5
Date: 01 February 2006

Executive Slave

We walked through the halls, rode upstairs in a service elevator and went to the Administrator's office where I'd been taken yesterday. Was it only yesterday? It seemed like another lifetime. Yesterday, I'd been a free man. Today I was nothing. 059 wasn't the least bit perturbed about walking around naked in front of fully clothed officers and civilian employees of the Center. As we approached the Administrator's door, another office door opened and a group of what were obviously visitors emerged into the hall. We walked by them and they stood gawking at us. We were almost past them when I felt a swat on my ass. I stopped and started to turn back to accost
the man who'd hit me when 059 grabbed my arm and pulled me away.

"Thank you sir," he said, smiling thinly and poking me in the ribs.

"What?" I asked, looking at him stupidly.

He poked me again and jerked his head toward the man who'd struck me.

"Oh... Thank you sir," I said. I'd forgotten my place already. I was sure this infraction would be recorded and I'd be punished for it. The Authority demands total obedience. Even when I'd been free, I knew that. What had I been thinking?

059 knocked on the Administrator's door and waited. In a few moments we heard "Come in" and we entered. The Administrator, or maybe I should say my Administrator rose and came around from behind his desk. I was coming to realize that he was more like my case worker or my personal warden, charged with overseeing my training and indoctrination in my new role.

"Ah, 035, good. Right on time. That's all 059. You can return for him at 5:00."

"Yes sir," 059 said and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Assume the position 035," my Administrator said, folding his arms and leaning back against his desk.

I quickly spread my legs and locked my hands behind my head. Why hadn't I done that when I came in? Stupid! I should know that by now. Somehow, I knew I'd be getting a lot of punishment in the next few weeks. Perhaps I was just too old for this! But this wasn't career counseling and no one was asking me what I wanted to do. Sweating slightly with nerves, I kept my eyes on the wall behind my Administrator and waited while he surveyed his new trainee.

"You going to be a tough one 035; I can see that. As I said, you're a little old for this but there it is. You screwed up and that's what happens. I guess the Authority just doesn't expect men your age to be trying to fuck the Authority over. So, here we are."

He stood up and circled me before stopping in front of me and taking my metal-encased penis in his hand. He pulled on it and massaged my exposed balls as he continued.

"We'll get you trained one way or the other. That's our job and we pride ourselves on doing it well. So I can honestly say, this will be harder on you than it is on us," he laughed harshly.

Small comfort, I thought. It would be my ass that would suffer. I guess I should have thought of that before I started playing with the money but, as he said, there it is.

"OK, 035, let's get started. Get under my desk."

I hesitated only a moment but that was enough. He whipped a wide leather paddle off of his desk and slashed at my naked ass with it. The sound was like a gunshot and the burn went from my butt up my spine and exploded in my brain.

"I said get under the desk. What didn't you understand boy?"

"I'm sorry sir," I cried, scrambling to get behind the desk before falling to my knees.

I was surprised to see that on the left hand side of his desk, where there were normally drawers, was a door on a hinge that opened into an open space. It was the perfect size for a man to crouch in. I scootched under and my Administrator sat down in his chair. He pulled down his fly and extracted his penis from his pants.

"First lesson is in cock sucking. We call it Sucking 101. You should've had the introductory course last night. Hopefully, you learned a few things then. So now you'll begin learning the rest of the basics. Open your mouth and cover your teeth with your lips. Now take my cock in your mouth..."

I spent the entire morning kneeling under his desk while various people came and went. A few came around the desk to stand beside him and saw me there, my mouth impaled on his cock. They either smirked or pretended they didn't notice. When there was no one else there, he'd instruct me in technique, telling me how to use my tongue and jaws to provide pressure, how to use my breath to warm and stimulate his penis and how to use my throat to massage it. By the end of the morning, my mouth and throat were aching and my jaw felt like it had been dislocated. Did I mention that my Administrator has a
large dick? It must be nine inches long and nearly the diameter of a beer can. I wondered if that was one of his qualifications? What a job interview that would be: "Now applicant, place your penis on the desk so that we can see its size..."

At noon, he gave me a bottle to pee in (while he watched) and called down for a meal to be brought up. The meal arrived and he shoved it under the desk.

"You stay here and eat. I'll be back in an hour," he said and left.

Obviously he wasn't worried about me going anywhere: where would I go? A naked man with nothing on but a metal chastity device? I certainly wasn't going to walk out of the Center and onto the street. While people in this part of the city might be accustomed to seeing units, they'd be certain to call for help if they saw one wandering around, unaccompanied by Authority officers. So I crouched there, slowly eating my meal. I ate slowly because my jaw and tongue hurt and I figured I might as well make it last as long as possible since, once it was gone, I'd have nothing to do but wait for my Administrator's return.

I must have dozed off because I was dreaming about being lost in a dark building when I was awakened by a foot nudging my side.

"Having a siesta?" he asked, smiling. "Guess you have reason to be tired. Well, I hope you're refreshed because it's time to go back to work. Come out here."

I crawled out from under his desk and started to get to my feet.

"No, stay on your knees!" he ordered. "Just turn to me. Arms behind yourhead."

I turned on my knees, which were almost numb by now, and faced him, placing my hands behind my head and exposing my defenseless body.. He opened his desk and pulled out what looked like to spring clamps with plastic tips on the ends. The clamps were joined by a chain. He pinched my right nipple and fastened one clamp to it. I moaned as the pain shot through my chest and found its way to my cock, making it surge against the tube it was locked in. Then he pinched my left tit and placed the other clamp on it, making me groan even more. My Administrator hooked a finger around the chain and pulled it towards himself, stretching my nipples up and away from my body and pulling me forward as I sought to lessen the pain. He continued to pull until I fell forward with my face in his crotch. I opened my mouth and massaged his bulge with my lips and jaw.

"Good boy," my Administrator said, obviously pleased. "That's exactly the correct response. Your purpose is to give pleasure to men: free men. There is, of course, a hierarchy in the Center so you, as a novice unit will be required to give pleasure to your superiors. But your function is to pleasure free men. That's how you will earn your keep. When you are no longer able to produce, you will, naturally, be downsized. Workers usually retire but obviously, you've demonstrated that you're not capable of living
in society and we can't be running homes for worn out units. Downsizing's the only answer."

Hearing that sent a chill through me and I instinctively worked harder at the flesh filling the fabric under my mouth. He'd made clear what "downsized" meant in this environment. Frantic to demonstrate my worth, I did my utmost to excite him.

He laughed at my efforts.

"That's right. You've got the idea. Keep learning; keep doing your best and you'll have a long service here. Maybe you'll work out afterall."

He released the chain and pushed me back.

"Just a moment boy," he said. "Get back under the desk. I'll be right with you."

As I crawled back into my cubbyhole, he stood and unzipped his trousers, lowering them to his knees. Then, as he sat down, he pushed his shorts down as well, exposing his crotch and pelvis. All I'd seen of him up to that point was his cock and the sight of his pale penis nestled in a thick forest of dark hair that hid his balls was mesmerizing. He picked up his phone and leaned back in his chair.

"Take my balls in your mouth and work them until I tell you to stop," he ordered and leaned back, dialing a call on his phone.

As he talked, I sucked his furry testicles into my mouth. I wasn't exactly sure what he expected so I did what I thought I would find stimulating. Using my tongue, I shoved his balls back and forth in my mouth, from one cheek to the other. Then I closed my jaw, making sure to cover my teeth with my lips, and pulled on the sensitive globes. I heard him groan and he reached one hand down to take my head and prevent me from pulling any farther. He must have liked it because he didn't hit me or pull my head back to release the tension on his sac. Instead, he cradled the phone with his shoulder, reached down with his free hand to grab the chain linking the clamps on my chest and pulled on it, yanking my nipples upward and away from
my body and making me squeal, vibrating the testicles I was warming in my mouth. He pulled on the chain rhythmically, each tug bringing a squeal in response with its resulting vibration of his nuts. Each vibration made him in turn, moan with pleasure.

"No, nothing," he said into the phone. "Just a new unit I'm training." He laughed. Obviously who ever he was talking to knew the story.

I continued working on his testicles until he'd finished with his calls and he ordered me to release him. Then he slid down a little farther on his chair so that his hole was exposed.

"Put your nose in my crack and lick my sweat," he said.

I had no idea that anyone ever did such a thing and felt slightly repulsed that he'd ask me to put my tongue in there. But I knew that there was no use in resisting so I moved in as close as I could, sinking my face into his dark crack and licking the ridge of flesh that ran from his balls back to his hole. The taste of sweat and maleness was actually not repulsive and I began to get into my licking. Then, as I moved downward from the base of his ball sac to his pucker, he grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my
face into his fundament. I started to pull away but his hands were
insistent.

"Put your tongue in there and lick!" he ordered. "Taste me and smell me. I want you to absorb my essence. Savor it. You'll be getting a lot more of this during your service."

Realizing the truth of his words, I stuck the tip of my tongue into the opening of his wrinkled flesh. It tasted of salt and earth. I'd never have thought that a man's ass hole would taste like that but I found I liked it. I thrust my tongue in farther and licked at the folds of flesh inside, savoring, as he said, the flavor of his essence, finding that I wanted more of it. I began to chew on his ass lips and grind my nose and mouth against his rosebud, groaning in hunger and want.

"Good boy," he cooed. "I stand corrected: you are a fast learner. You're my good boy. I think we'll soon have you working, earning your keep."

Here I was, a man in his forties, blushing with pride at being my
Administrator's "good boy". My cock swelled against its encasement and ached that it could find no freedom to respond to his praise. But I didn't care. I had discovered my purpose: I was made to be fucked and to kiss ass, literally. If I could serve him and make him happy, I would be complete.

The light through the windows was becoming more pale and the shadows
lengthening. Kneeling under my Administrator's desk, I lost track of time. The only thing on my mind was forcing my body to become more comfortable doing things I'd never dreamed of doing. My mouth and tongue were stiff and sore with the efforts he'd demanded of me and my nipples ached from all his yanking on the chain connecting the clamps on my mounds of tender flesh. Then he gave another yank and looked down into my upturned eyes.

"It's time boy. Go faster," he ordered.

I looked down at his dark bush and began to bob my head faster and faster.

"Use that tongue to press my cock against the roof of your mouth boy.
Squeeze that throat."

He quickly pulled my head into his pubes so that his penis closed off my pharynx. I gagged and sucked for air and he pulled me off his flesh. Then he repeated the action, showing me the speed necessary. I got the idea and the timing for my breathing after several demonstrations during which I thought I might pass out. Each thrust made me gag but I ignored it and went to work as he'd shown me. Every so often, the top of my head would hit the underside of his desk but I ignored that too and kept going. His cock was
leaking fluid into my mouth and I found that the salty taste was becoming quite agreeable to me. Last night, under 059's tutelage, I'd tasted it for the first time and wondered if all men tasted like that. After having so many penises in my mouth, I'd begun to realize that they did and it was a flavor I was coming to enjoy. Just then, my Administrator's rigid flesh pulsed and a stream of hot cum hit the back of my throat and rebounded into my mouth, flooding my tongue with that bitter, salty stickiness that I'd first tasted only the night before during my initiation in the showers.

When his penis stopped pulsing, I licked it clean and sucked the remnants of his cum out of his urethra, squeezing the tumescent flesh with my rounded lips to pull all of the fluid from the channel.

"Good boy," he smiled, sighing contentedly and patting me on the head like he would a dog. "Dry me off with this towel and put me back."

I took the towel he was holding out to me and dried his cock before putting it back inside his shorts and zipping his fly. As I finished, I heard a knock at the door.

"Enter," my Administrator said. "Crawl out from there 035 and assume the position."

As I assumed the position, kneeling, head bowed, hands clasped behind my back, 059 came into the room. At least that's whom it sounded like and I assumed he would be taking me back to the cellblock for the night.

"Good 059. You can take the novice unit away. Oh, and be sure to use nipple trainers on him. Once they're sufficiently expanded, take him down to have them permanently enlarged. He has a straight man's tits and they need to be trained into decent unit titties. Keep the trainers on him at all times. I want to see those nips standing out within a couple of weeks."

"Yes sir," 059 answered, taking my arm, lifting me to my feet and leading me from the room.

"Tired boy?" he asked as we walked back downstairs to the cells.

"Yes sir," I answered truthfully. My jaw and tongue ached, my nipples hurt, my legs were tired from kneeling and my kneecaps hurt.

It seemed slightly incongruous to be calling him "sir" even though he
appeared to be younger than I, if only by maybe ten years. But he was certainly more physically imposing than I and had seniority in the LEA unit hierarchy so it didn't feel quite so strange.

"The first day's always hard. You'll probably have harder days in the future but by then you'll take that as part of the routine. You're still getting it into your head that you're no longer a free man and that makes it seem harder. But that won't last much longer. It's always the same. Your brain resists for a time and then surrenders to the reality. It takes longer for some. Others are naturally more compliant. Since you come from the business world, I'm figuring you've already been trained to comply with the orders of your superiors so it shouldn't take you too long."

"Yes sir," I answered.

"Even if you are a little older than usual," he added, smiling.

We got down to the cells and 059 steered me toward the showers.

"Let's clean up before we go back to our cell," he said, guiding me by the arm.

Instinctively, I pulled back and stopped, looking a little panicked, I think. He laughed.

"Don't worry, it won't be like last night. You won't have to go through that again," he said tugging me gently. "We'll just shower and head back."

Warily, I allowed him to take me to the showers. What else could I do anyway? If he'd wanted to fuck me with a traffic cone and make me suck a bull, I couldn't have stopped him. As my "mentor", he had say over what I did while we were here and I had no choice but to obey.

We moved to the showers with other units around us, most just doing the usual routine. I noticed the other two novices with whom I'd been inducted the previous day, with their mentors. Interestingly, the mentors were washing the novices who just stood there, except when instructed to lift an arm or a leg. 059 found an available showerhead and directed me toward it. I started to reach for some soap when he stopped me.

"No," he said, taking my wrist. "I'll clean you. You're not permitted to wash yourself yet. You still have to learn that your body is no longer your own. We've found that it takes about two weeks for that to completely sink in. Once you begin thinking of your body as a piece of equipment for the use of others, then caring for your body will be returned to you."

I understood why the other novices had been just standing there. It felt demeaning to have 059 handle me. He shampooed my hair, turned me around, soaped me down, ordered me to lift my arms while he washed my pits and then lift my leg as he scrubbed my ass. He washed my scrotum and pulled on the sac, stretching and holding it part way down my thigh. He knelt on one knee and had me lift each of my feet to his knee so that he could wash between my toes. He moved me under the spray, turning me this way and that, rinsing the suds off. Finally, he seemed to be finished.

"Just wait here while I shower," he said and began on his own body.

I admired the rippling of his muscles beneath his taut skin and enjoyed the way the hair on his chest swirled in the water and suds. That reminded me of my own smooth, denuded body from which all signs of my manhood had been stripped away. Looking at the other novices gave me a sense of how I must appear to others: some strange vision of a smooth boy with a man's musculature and genitals. Their nipples stood out dark red against their chests and their cocks were sheathed in metal with the pink heads poking out from the end of the sleeves. The sight and the realization that I must look similar made my cock swell and press against my Manguard, giving me an ache as it tried to curve upward against the immovable, inflexible encasement. Why was I responding this way? Was there something in the food that was making me bent? Bending my mind? Or was it just my mind adapting to the
realization that I had no life beyond this and men would most likely be the only objects of my desires from now on? I would service men for the rest of my life; I had not choice but to like it or die. One thing was sure: I was not ready to die!

059 finished rinsing and then slicked the palm of his hand with soap and applied it to his large, brown, veiny cock, stroking it to full erection.

"Turn around," he ordered, "and grab your ankles."

My mouth fell open. "But you said..."

"I said there'd be no gang bang. I didn't say you wouldn't be fucked. I told you last night: part of my job is to train your fuck chute to take a cock. Now bend over!"

Feeling betrayed, I obediently turned, bent and grabbed my ankles. I saw his feet move behind me and felt his hands on my ass.

"Push down," he ordered. "Open that hole!" And he slapped my ass with his wet hand.

I yelped and gasped, willing my hole to open, pushing down as though I were taking a shit. The head of his cock pressed against my rosy pucker, split and stretched it and slipped inside. I grunted as a hot brand entered me, pushing the walls of my sphincters aside.

"Breathe," he said, slapping my butt again. "Breathe deeply and keep
pushing." I did as my mentor ordered and felt him slide in farther, inch by inch. I looked to the side and saw that the other two novices were also being fucked by their mentors, each with different degrees of discomfort. The labourer that had to be spanked last night was crying, moaning and protesting. His mentor was spanking him vigorously as he fucked him. Obviously, he was having a more difficult time adjusting to this.

"It's always harder for the straight jock types," 059 said, also noticing his display. "If he doesn't adapt, he'll find himself going for remedial and he'll wish he'd been more cooperative."

I didn't ask, though I wondered what "remedial" consisted of. The way 059 said it, I was sure I didn't want to find out first-hand what it was like. Just as the fire in my ass was beginning to fade, I felt 059's wiry pubes against the melons of my ass. He began to thrust.

"Good boy," he said, moving in and out. "Clench down now like you're trying to hold it in. Clench and relax. Clench and relax. That's it. That's right. Oh yeah! You're going to be a fine bottom boy. What a good cunt. People forget that older men have tighter asses. Ahhhh!"

That I was pleasing him pleased me. I knew that in order to survive, I was going to have to be good at this and I would look for every way I could to excel, even though it meant becoming queer.

As he thrust into me, I felt a thrill rising from my groin, even though my cock had wilted with his invasion. Each stroke touched a spot inside me, sending tremors up my spine. As he sped up and his pelvis began to jerk, I raised a prolonged groan that undulated with each rapid pulse of his hips until with several spasms, he came in my ass and I felt the thrill shoot through my body, starting in my pelvis and reaching out to my limbs bringing a shout to my lips.