Executive Slave 7

Author: plugged
Title: Executive Slave 7
Date: 01 February 2006

Executive Slave
I was in hell; I knew it. At least if I'd believed in hell, this was what it must be like. Weeping, gnashing my teeth (or I would have if it hadn't been for the bit between my teeth), jerking spasmodically as the electric currents attacked my body, making me pull painfully on my genitals or choking me as I sought to relieve the pressure on my cock and balls. How long it went on, I don't know. Like my fellow units, I became lost in my own tortured universe. I was aware of their cries and moans that echoed mine but they only added to the torment by making me realize that others were in as much agony as I was. I was weak with exhaustion though periodically Liebnicz (or I assume it was Liebnicz) came and shoved the nipple of a water bottle through my bit and forced me to drink. The fact that my urethra was filled with the sound and I was unable to empty my bladder must have been part of the torture for after a while, my bladder felt as though it would burst. Some of the fluid was released in my sweat but not enough to relieve my bulging bladder.

I'd been hanging there a while when 073's cries and moans went silent. I figured he must have passed out because soon, Liebnicz was at his cubicle reviving him. Soon after, the sounds of his agony returned. How cruel! To find escape in unconsciousness only to be forced back to awareness so that the torture could continue.

I was beginning to think I might be losing my mind when suddenly, the
current stopped. I felt hands on my body, first releasing my genitals from their stocks. Then my feet were freed and finally my arms and neck. Immediately, I collapsed to the floor but was caught in someone's strong arms. I could tell from the way the arms felt that was 059 who held me up.

"It's OK boy. It's over. You're finished," he whispered, stroking my face and soothing the abrasions around my neck where I'd yanked against the imprisoning stocks.

Liebnicz grasped my sore cock and pulled the sound from it. I started to cry out, feeling my piss flooding out to find its release. But he must have done this enough to know and had a bottle at the ready, which he placed the end of my cock in to permit me to urinate. My relief was immense. 059 removed the blindfold from my eyes and I squinted in the light, even though the room was dimly lit. Having spent several hours in complete blackness, my eyes must have been quite dilated. Leibnicz took the bit from my mouth and I flexed my jaw in relief.

"Thank you sir," I said, truly grateful to get that thing out of my mouth.

059 removed the clamps from my tits and bent to kiss them, soothing some of the pain away with his tongue and lips. I placed my hands on his head, so grateful for the small comfort he was giving me. He lifted away from my chest and helped me to my feet.

"C'mon boy. Let's go to the showers. You'll need some food and then it'll be bed for you."

"Wait a minute," Liebnicz said, pointing at my Manguard and nipple cones. I groaned at the idea of have to wear those cones when my tits were all chewed up from the teeth of the clamps but I knew there was no use objecting. Liebnicz coated the insides of the cups and my swollen nipples with the joining compound in the tube and affixed them to my nips. Then he pulled my dick through the Manguard and buckled it on.

"Now you can go," he said. "I hope you don't have to make another trip to see me."

"Yes Sir," I answered as emphatically as I could. I certainly agreed with him.

059 helped me along the corridors as we went back upstairs to the floor where the cellblock was located. He explained some of what I'd beenthrough.

"You made a mistake today. You should be glad you got away with a lenient sentence. Most new units are subjected to the stocks whether they're guilty of a major infraction or not. It's a teaching tool to let you know what the Authority can subject you to if you screw up. 073 has been a problem from the beginning and his Administrator decided that the stocks were the only way to break him. When he's finished, there won't be anything left to fight with. He'll be as docile as a kitten. Then his Administrator can train him to do the things a unit needs to do. Even though you bit your Administrator, he realized you were tired and he gave you a short introduction."

"God," I groaned. "If that was an introduction, I don't want to get to know it well."

"No you don't," 059 agreed. "I've seen very strong men reduced to mindless nothings in the stocks. You're a tender person and you might not have lasted through an extended session."

I leaned against 059's strong body.

"Thank you," I said.

"For what?" he asked.

"For taking care of me. I'm so glad I have you." I lifted my head and smiled at him.

He looked down at me and smiled too, his eyes sparkling. He squeezed me
close to him and his mouth started to open but then he stopped and blushed.

"This way," he said a little shakily, turning me down another corridor.

We showered, 059 washing my ravaged body gently, taking special care with the abrasions on my neck and behind my cock and balls. He dried me and led me back to our cell. The external working units were just arriving and beginning their evening processing to return them to Center resident status, shedding their clothes and presenting themselves for inspection. Dinner was delivered and all units tucked into their food. I was almost too tired to eat though. 059 coaxed me, holding pieces of food up to my mouth.

"Come on my boy. You need to eat," he said, pushing the food against my lips. "You have to keep your strength up. You're going to have another day with your Administrator tomorrow and you don't want to be less than your best. If he sends you back to the stocks again, you might not survive. Come on."

Realizing that the alternative might lead to recycling, I concentrated on getting my dinner down before I passed out. I'd just finished the last bit and fell asleep in my mentor's arms. I awoke during the night and for several moments was unsure of where I was. There was an arm across my chest, holding me down and I started to struggle to get loose. Then I grabbed the arm and realized it was 059's. It was my mentor. I wasn't a free man; I was a unit under the care of the LEA. I was a slave in my own country because I'd tried to defy the Authority. Tears came to my eyes and I clutched at my mentor's arm. He was warm and solid. I cried quietly, shaking some and holding his arm. His penis between my legs stirred and
began to lengthen and stiffen, reaching into my anus. His arm tightened around me and pulled my body closer to his.

"It's alright boy; I'm here," he said. "I'll take care of you. Don't cry. You'll be alright."

"Thank you," I said softly and snuggled against him. I felt the warmth of his chest hair against my back and the mounds of his pecs with their points poking into my shoulder blades. If I had to be here; I was glad I was with him. Once again, I fell asleep, cuddled in his arms like a lover.


I spent the next several days in training under my Administrator's desk. He taught me techniques in pleasuring a man and worked my nipples at varioustimes during the day. By the end of my first week under care, my nipples were larger and rougher, becoming more like 059's, albeit not so large. 059 told me that when they'd gotten large enough, I'd get my Humalon implants to permanently expand and lengthen them. I'd taken to noticing other units' chests in the showers and cells and noted that the units who'd been under
care for a longer period all had nipples that jutted at least 3/8 of an inch from their aureoles. Some protruded as much as half an inch.

After a week, my Administrator had me stand in position before climbing into my cubbyhole under his desk. He produced some sort of hand-held pump with which he applied clear tubes to my nipples. My cones were pulled into the tubes, expanding to at least half and inch long. Looking down at my swollen tits made my penis surge inside my Manguard. I realized that the idea that I was going to have large nipples like other units had become arousing to me. Something was happening in my mind: I was becoming bent.

"This is the next step. I like the way these are growing. We should be ready for your implants by the end of next week," he said, looking down at my suctioned tits.

"You've been here a week 035?" my Administrator asked after he'd put the pump back in his desk.

"Yes sir," I answered. "One week today."

"And you're learning the rules from your mentor?"

"Yes sir. Thank you sir. He's most helpful."

"Good. That's what I'd expect of a unit with his experience. And you haven't had an emission since you arrived?"

"Sir? An emission?"

"You haven't come?"

"No sir, not since my first day when I was initiated."

"I see. Well I think we need to care for that. It's time you were milked. I'll mention it to 059 and we'll get you milked this afternoon. I'm very pleased with your progress 035 and it shouldn't be too long till you're joining the external working units on assignment. In spite of the episode that forced me to send you to the stocks, you've done very well. I also trust that your time in the stocks helped convince you of the importance ofdocility."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," I answered, looking at the floor as I remembered my time down there. I most assuredly did not want to go back and could see why the unit had behaved so badly my first night here when the guard sent him down.

"Alright 035, get to your position. You know the routine. Show me whether you're ready for the next stage in your training."

I demonstrated all my techniques according to his instructions. It's
important to realize that a unit's job isn't just to get a man off. That may be the ultimate goal but a man brings in a unit for the entire day, as my Administrator was teaching me, and the unit's purpose was to keep the man's penis and balls warm and aroused for an extended period without necessarily getting him off. Everything had to be done according to the wishes of the man the unit was serving. Most clients were executives who enjoyed not only having their penises in a warm, wet mouth but also enjoyed the sense of domination they got when a unit submitted to their every whim. If a client asked a unit to crawl naked across the floor of his office, the unit would do so. If a client needed to piss in his unit's mouth, the unit
would serve as toilet. If a client wanted a unit to fuck himself on the toe of the client's shoe, the unit would mount the shoe. Ours was not to question our clients; ours was to give them what they wanted.

I was singing around my Administrator's dick when he ordered me to stop.

"I need to piss," he said. "You know what to do."

I did know and I did it. I pulled back slightly on his tumescent cock and opened my throat as the warm stream started. I swallowed large gulps as rapidly as I could so as not to get behind. It was essential when doing urinal duty, to keep up because the unit didn't want to have the piss leaking out of his mouth and wetting the client's trousers. That could possibly lead to recycling but almost assuredly would lead to a time in the stocks. I was becoming pretty proficient at urinal duty, my secret being to learn to enjoy the flavor and temperature and to focus on the flesh in mymouth rather than on my stomach. That way I could continue swallowing as
long as the stream continued. I'd learned that a bladder can't possibly hold more than a stomach so I just needed to overcome the illusion that my stomach would fill up while my client peed in my mouth. I'd also learned that a unit should start swallowing as soon as he feels the piss entering the urethra so that the action has already commenced by the time the urine reaches the unit's mouth.

When my Administrator was finished, I sucked his tube dry and awaited his next order.

"Come out from under the desk 035. I want to test your looseness," he said casually.

I climbed out and assumed the appropriate position on my knees.

"Get up and lean across my desk on your belly."

I did as he ordered.

"Now reach back and pull your ass open."

Again, I followed his orders, reaching back and pulling my ass cheeks apart. Then I felt the tip of his cock at my hole. He slid his head inside my sphincter and I clutched at it, humming my pleasure. My nights with 059 inside me had taught my hole the wondrousness of being filled by a man. I felt him entering inch by inch and soon felt his pubes against my butt.

"Very good," he said, stroking my round globes. "You've done very well. I'm quite pleased."

"Thank you sir," I gasped, pleased that he was pleased; pleased to have him in me, filling the emptiness.

He gripped my hips and began to thrust while my fingers curled with the delight of being used, digging into my own buttocks.

"I'm going to finish," he said. "I'll let you go for a milking this
afternoon."

His movements sped up and he was digging his fingers into my hip bones as he slammed me against his desk. My voice rose in an extended groan that was punctuated by grunts with each of his thrusts into my fuck chute. I thought he was almost there when he stopped and pulled out.

"Turn over and lie on your back boy," he ordered.

I lay across his desk, positioning myself so that my butt was at the edge of the work surface.

"Lift your legs."

I grabbed my calves and pulled my legs up to expose my hole whereupon he held his dick against my juicy cunt and slid in once again. Then he began to fuck me with abandon. As he fucked, he told me that I belonged to the Authority, that I was a fuck slave for free men and that I had no purpose but to be fucked and give men pleasure. It was an Authority official's version of trash talking. I answered everything he said to me with a "Yes sir" because I knew it was true and it made me feel good to acknowledge it while he possessed me and fucked my ass. I was a cunt slave boy and would be for the rest of my life.

My Administrator's thrusts quickly became rapid and then spastic as he was seized by the throes of orgasm. He shouted and went rigid as his cock spilled its seed into my gut. Then he partially collapsed on top of me, breathing rapidly as he came down.

"Thank you sir," I murmured and found my hands on his head, my fingers running through his hair.

I realized he hadn't given me permission to touch him but I quickly weighed the wisdom of withdrawing my hands in the possible impression that I found him repulsive, which was far from the truth. In fact, I'd become quite attached to him even though he'd sent me to the stocks. As I thought about it afterwards, I realized that he'd done it for my own good, only wanting me to be the best unit I could be. That hard lesson might serve to save me from recycling in the future so I had to be grateful for it. Thus I left my hands on his head, stroking his hair and thanking him for his gift to me. After a couple of minutes, he straightened up and pulled himself out of my
ass.

"That was quite fine 035. Now clean me and then it will be time for my lunch."

I climbed off his desk, taking care to keep my sphincter clenched so as not to leak his sperm on the floor. I crawled to him and took his deflating penis in my mouth, licking the jism and mucus off of it and sucking the remaining ejaculate out of his piss channel. Then I sat back on my heels.

"Thank you sir," I said, lowering my head. "Thank you for your gift."

"You're welcome boy," he said, placing his hand on my head.

I felt the warmth of his touch and his blessing on me and I flushed a deep red. He picked up his phone and keyed an extension.

"This is Curtis. Send 101818-059 up to my office to pick up his trainee. The boy needs a milking," he said and hung up.

He turned to me and took my nipples in his hands.

"These are coming along so well," he said, twisting them and making me groan with mixed pleasure and pain. "I can't wait to see them with the implants. But I'll be patient. The time will come."

Shivers were running up and down my spine and my legs were trembling as he worked my tits. Like him, I couldn't wait to see what they were like when I'd been given my implants. My perceptions were being altered to the poin that I thought a man without big, long nipples looked immature, regardless of the status of his body hair and his apparent age. We novices were easy to spot because of our shaved bodies and the smallness of our points. I realized that my own nipples were now much larger than they had been when I was first taken under care. Then, they had been flat, boyish coins on my
chest. Now they stood erect and available for a man's use. I liked my new profile.