Executive Slave 8

Author: plugged
Title: Executive Slave 8
Date: 01 February 2006

059 knocked and entered my Administrator's office.

"Take 035 down for a milking. He's been here a week and needs to be kept in good condition. I'd say give him a forty-five. Then he can spend the rest of the day with you. A little practice on his anal muscle control would be a profitable use of both your time," my Administrator instructed.

"Yes sir, thank you sir," 059 answered and took my arm.

"Thank you sir," I said and we turned to leave his office.

"Oh, 059!" the Administrator called after us.

"Yes sir," 059 answered, turning back.

"How long since you've been milked?"

My mentor hesitated. "About nine days sir," he finally said.

"Obviously an oversight. Tell the attendant that you should be milked as well. Make it an hour and a half."

059 swallowed hard. "Yes sir," he said hoarsely and we walked out of my Administrator's office.

"Sir?" I asked 059 quietly as we walked down the stairs.

"Yes boy," he answered.

"What's a milking like? Is it what I think it is?"

He looked at me and smiled grimly

"It is and it isn't. It's more. Probably more than you'll want. The idea is two-fold. The first is to maintain each unit's prostate health. Regular orgasms are part of that. Doctors have known for decades that a male needs to come to avoid prostate problems. The second part is to reinforce for you that your body is not your own. You will take no active part in your milking. Your semen will be taken in a manner that suits the Authority's needs. That's the more difficult part. When men masturbate, they don't take to long to come, once they get started. When you're milked... well, you'll see. Anyway, the milk is then sold to individuals or clubs that
enjoy drinking cum-based concoctions. This way," he said, directing me down a hallway near the cellblock.

We walked into a large room that was covered with white tiles, floor, walls and ceiling. There were stations around the walls, each identifiable by the outline of a spread-eagled man traced on the wall in smaller tiles. Some of the stations were in use with men pinned to the wall and hoses protruding from their groins. I couldn't take my eyes off them. 059 spoke to the officer in charge and then directed me to an empty station in the corner.
"Back against the wall," the officer said. "Spread arms and legs to match the outline." As I complied, 059 was doing the same at the station on the other wall of the corner to my right. When we were in position, brackets slid out of the wall and looped over our wrists and ankles, locking us in place. I flashed back on the stocks and struggled to get free.

"No, no, no," I cried. "Please don't do this!"

"035!" 059 said sharply. "Calm down. Be still; this is not punishment. You'll be fine. I'm right here beside you. Now settle down."

I took a deep breath, struggling to control my limbs and the sense of panic I felt when the brackets locked me against the wall. An armature rose from the floor in front of me with a round, tube-like apparatus on the end of it. The armature rose until the apparatus was directly in front of my groin. Then the officer came and removed my Manguard. My cock was semi-erect but apparently not ready to be milked. The guard pulled suction tubes from the wall on either side of my body and attached them to my nipples. Then he pressed a button and the suction devices began working on my nipples,
sucking and "chewing" on them with some sort of mechanism inside the tubes as my cock began to rise in response to the stimulation. I watched him perform the same procedure on 059 since he was also not yet adequately aroused. Actually, it helped me to watch him. I watched his masculine body respond to the stimulation and saw the looks of pleasure and arousal that crossed his face and I began to get even harder. I watched his penis fill and lengthen, growing long and thick, dark with blood, and remembered it filling me and I began to moan in need.

After several minutes of this, the attending officer came back to me and held my cock while he maneuvered the apparatus into place, inserting my hard dick into it and flipping a button. As the sensations began to hit me, I watched him put 059 into his device and could see my own responses mirrored in his face. The feeling was incredible: suction, massage, tickling and pulling all at the same time. Then the stimulations alternated in random order. It was almost too much. I began to pant and moan. Oh was I ever ready! After all, it had been a week! Let me come. Please let me come.
But just as my cock began to throb and my hips to jerk, the stimulation stopped. Something inside the apparatus clamped down on the tip of my cock head, pulling me abruptly back from the brink. I groaned and sagged against my bindings. Then, as my cock began to relax, it started again, this time adding nipple stimulation. Sucking, massaging, pulling, tickling, chewing. Sensation on top of sensation. Once again, I moved up the hill and towardthe brink. I panted, I moaned, I jerked, I throbbed and the clamp pressed
into me, pulling me back from the edge. Before the next round of stimulation began, I felt something extend from the wall behind me and press against my anus. It began vibrating and pressing into my puckered bud as the stimulation to my penis and nipples was renewed.

I glanced at the clock and saw that only fifteen minutes had gone by since my milking had begun. Now I understood 059's lack of enthusiasm about this. It wasn't at all like jerking off and coming whenever you were primed. This was intended to reinforce the Authority's domination of the unit; to let him know that he had no control in this environment and that sex was not for a unit's enjoyment. Already my balls and cock were beginning to ache
and I still had half and hour to go. I looked at 059 and saw beads of sweat on his brow and the tension reflected in his bulging muscles. Obviously, this was something a unit didn't get used to. It would always be anexquisite form of torment. The moaning from the units was a sound of anguished arousal. It was aprimal mixture of pleasure and pain. When a unit had finished his "sentence" and was allowed to come, his roar was like that of an animal that has been wounded and ejaculated at the same time. I lost count of the
number of times I was brought to the edge and denied. My penis hurt as though it had a heavy weight hanging from it while it tried to flex. I just wanted it to be over.

Finally, my time was up and, rather than pulling me back, the apparatus took me all the way and over the edge. A pained, ecstatic shout erupted from my mouth as hot semen shot from my piss slit and into the apparatus. I could see the jism being pumped out through the tube to a destination I didn't know. What they did with it after they'd pulled it from my body was beyond me, but I really didn't care. I hung there, my body sagging after releasing all the tension that had built up during the preceding forty-five minutes,
my breath coming in ragged gasps. I did have to admit to myself that it was unlike any orgasm I'd had before. Sex with my wife had always been perfunctory and "professional". We never rutted like animals in heat. Being teased along for this extended period had raised my arousal level to previously unknown heights. Then, immediately after coming down, I realized that my cock still hurt badly and that the pain would probably not go away until I'd enjoyed the healing power of sleep.

The officer in charge came over and removed the apparatus from my penis. There was a small vacuum hose on the side, which he used to suck the residual cum from my piss slit and then he walked away, leaving me hanging there. Other units had been released as their milking was completed; why was I still pinned to the wall? Then I realized that I was a novice unit under the mentorship of 059 and couldn't leave without him so the officer had chosen to leave me where I was while 059's milking was completed. I didn't have anything else to do so I might as well stand there spread-eagled
against the wall. With my own milking completed, I could better observe what 059 was going through. Waves of agony and arousal passed over his face as he was repeatedly taken to the edge and pulled back. I knew how his cock felt, having been subjected to the same torture myself and my own dick ached in sympathy. The sweat was pouring off of him, slicking down the hair on his body and making him shine like some sort of polished stone statue, which he could have passed for except for the movements of his body as his hips
would begin to spasm and then the groaning tension as the end of his penis was pinched to jerk him back from the edge. He would sag against his bonds, only to be pulled up again and carried to the precipice.

"The edging increases output," the officer said, startling me. I had
realized he was standing there beside me, watching 059.

"Sir," I asked.

"By taking a unit so close and pulling him back so many times, the output of the prostate is increased, giving us better return. We also find that the flavor is better because hormones become more concentrated," the guard said, absent-mindedly stroking his own crotch.

"What's the usual time a unit spends being milked?" I asked, figuring that as long as the officer was in a talkative mood, I might as well get moreinformation.

"Oh forty-five minutes is fairly usual. An hour or more is for those who've gone a little too long without milking. See, a unit is expected to keep track of his milkings and let his in-charge know when it's time. However, some conveniently forget. I suppose I wouldn't be too anxious to bring it up either. But it's part of the discipline and it's what's expected. If you `forget" to mention it to your in-charge, then you get an extra dose to `encourage' you to keep up with your maintenance schedule. I remember one unit who had a real hard time remembering, so his in-charge ordered him to be milked for four hours. That finally got through to him. He never forgot after that. Of course, the fact that we added a hot vibrating dildo might have helped," he grinned.

I shuddered, having difficulty imagining this going on for four hours, letalone with a hot vibrating dildo up your fuck chute. I watched my 059 go through more cycles of rising and being jerked back and realized that perhaps he'd gone too many days without speaking up and so was getting a mild "reprimand". Finally, it was his time. He rose on the wave and thistime, rather than being pulled back, his pelvic spasms continued and he screamed in a hoarse voice as the semen was pumped from his body. Waveafter wave of cum slid down the tube and disappeared. He collapsed, hanging from his bindings, gasping for breath and then shuddering and moaning as the last few drops were drawn from his piss slit. The officer removed his
apparatus and vacuumed the remnants out and released him, then released me. Since I'd had forty-five minutes to regain my strength, I was able to stand but 059 sank to the floor. I went to him and tried to help him to his feet.

"No, no, no," he mumbled. "Just let me rest a while. It's always like this for me. It takes me a few minutes," he said as he lay there panting and trembling.

I looked at his angry red and purple penis and my own dick throbbed. How it must have hurt at that moment! His scrotum was also deeply colored, having been flooded with blood for an hour and a half. I couldn't take my eyes off his genitals and gently reached for them, fascinated by their dark color. When I touched the head of his cock, he cried out and grabbed my wrist.

"Oh please, boy. Don't touch me; let me recover," he grimaced.

"I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to hurt you," I said, abashed that I hadn't controlled myself.

"That's OK. I understand. It's hard to imagine that cock and balls can look like this," he groaned.

I sat on the floor and took his head, placing it on my lap, stroking his sweaty brow and waiting. After a few minutes, the color began to fade fromhis genitals and his breathing became easier as his eyes became more focused. Finally, he groaned and rolled off my lap. He got to his feet and beckoned me to him. The officer in charge put my cock back inside my Manguard and locked it on which made me groan as he handled my sore organ. Then he said he'd see us in a week and we left. Both of us were walking a little stiffly because of the deep ache at the base of our penises. We headed back toward the cells.

"Your Administrator said that I should work your anal muscles this
afternoon. Normally, I'd use my own cock to do that but the last thing I want now is to have you squeezing me. Let's go to a training room and I'll use other means," he said as he limped along.

We entered a room with an examination table with a padded top and stirrups. There were cupboards and drawers, which must have held various pieces of equipment for the purpose of training units for service under the Authority.

"Climb up on the table boy; on your back. Put your feet in the stirrups," he ordered.

"Yes sir," I responded and did as he instructed.

I lay there with my feet in the stirrups, my hole exposed, waiting for 059 to begin my training. My puckered lips winked in the cool air, asking to be stretched and used. 059 selected some sort of implement from the cupboard and got some sort of syringe from the drawer. I glanced at the syringe and saw that it didn't have a needle on the end but some type of tube. He inserted the tube into my ass lips and pushed on the plunger, squeezing inwhat I assumed to be a lube since it was cold and thick. Then he pulled the tube out and used a finger to spread the lube around the inside of my anus
and rubbed some onto my puckered flesh.

"This will help," he said. "I'm going to insert this into your ass and crank it open. It's a variation on the speculum and is designed to open you up. The difference is it has a spring-loaded lever that you can work with your fuck muscles, just like a hand gripper is used to strengthen your hand. Get it?"

"Yes sir," I answered, though not entirely sure of what he was saying. But I understood the last bit so I figured it would make sense once he'd inserted the device into me.

059 inserted his thumb and forefinger between my lips and spread them
slightly. Then I felt the cold metal blades of the instrument against the walls of my anus. He began screwing it open, spreading my rosebud wider and wider. As I was opened, I felt the fire of stretching flesh and it felt like a truck could have driven through it. Just when I thought I could possibly take any more without being torn open, he stopped. He stroked my buttocks and told me what a good boy I was being.

"Now, I want you to squeeze your chute closed. You won't be able to do it,but I want you to try," he urged me, lightly slapping my butt.

"Yes sir," I said and struggled a moment to figure out how to make these muscles obey my brain.

It took me a couple of attempts but finally, I figured out how to make these muscles contract and I felt the speculum close slightly.

"Good boy!" he crowed, again slapping my butt. "Now do it again."

The second time was easier because I'd worked out how to make that nether region respond to my will. I felt the speculum close and then open again when I relaxed.

"Do it twice," he ordered and I obeyed.

After several minutes, I was able to do ten contractions in a row. Then, the next round, my sphincters refused to cooperate. I was perspiring and my ass ached with the effort.

"I can't sir," I said, afraid that I'd make him angry.

"Alright boy. Just rest a minute and we'll try again. You're exercising muscles that aren't accustomed to being used in this way so it will take time for you to gain complete control over them. But don't worry; it will happen.

059 worked me for a couple more hours, giving me rest periods when my ass muscles refused to function but then coming back at it when I'd sufficiently revived. By the end of the afternoon, my sphincters were tired but I was feeling that I had much greater control over them now than I'd had before. At least I could clench them repeatedly when asked to do so. 059 told me that there were many more things I needed to learn before I could be considered an accomplished catcher but that, in time, I'd learn them. He was pleased with my progress and surprised that I'd taken to it as well as I had. Most straight men took much longer to develop these skills since they were repulsed by them in the first place. A lot of the work was in overcoming the psychological resistance to being bent and having your ass
fucked. That was 073's problem: he was straight and quite resistant to being bent. But the Authority was not to be denied in its control. He would become bent or be recycled. This thought made me shiver. 059 wiped the lube from my ass lips and helped me off the table.

"C'mon, let's go to the cells," he said. "We're both tired. We need some rest."

I readily agreed. Besides, I wanted to have dinner and lie down on the mats with him inside me. All this work on opening my hole and strengthening my muscles had left me hungry to have something hard and warm inside me.

We got back to our cell just as the external working units were arriving back from their day's work. I still couldn't tear my eyes away from this display of humiliated males in captivity as they stripped off the clothing that had been issued to them and reduced themselves to naked units oncemore. As they went through their inspections, raising their arms, opening their mouths, bending and spreading their ass cheeks, the door into the cellblock opened and the guards pushed two units in, prodding them to keep them moving across the floor.

Both looked like zombies except for the tears streaming down their faces. It was 073 and the unit who'd been pulled out of the external worker unit line my first night here. It was hard to recognize them because both had been completely shaved, including their heads. But I recognized their bodies; their musculature and the shape of their chests and the way they hung. The guards directed them to a cell and placed them inside together where they huddled in a corner, clinging to each other like frightened children. The guards made them lie on their sides, face-to-face and wrap their arms around one another. Then the guards cuffed their wrists behind one another's backs. Now they were bound together with nothing between their bodies, their genitals and chests rubbing against each other. Having spent a brief time in the stocks while they were there, I had some inkling why they were so traumatized. Then I realized it was probably another route
the Authority used to bend hard cases: Torture them sexually and then throw them together to seduce them into bonding with one another. Later, the Authority would "urge" them to transfer that bonding to others and ventually, any man. A very effective mode of brainwashing. I found I was pressing my body against 059's and looked up at him, grateful that it hadn't been so hard for me to submit to the Authority's will.

Our chow came and we wolfed it down then lay together on our mats. 059 tapped my thigh and I raised it to give him easier access to my chute. Ashe inserted his cock into me, he groaned with pain.

"If I had a choice, I wouldn't do this tonight; it hurts too much. But the Administrator doesn't care and wants to make sure I don't neglect getting my regular milkings in the future, so I'm to suffer," he said quietly through gritted teeth.

"But why do it then?" I asked, stroking his corded thigh as it pressed against mine. "Couldn't we just lie together?"

"No," he said. "There are cameras and they'll be watching to make sure that Im in you. That's one of my duties and if I fail, I risk punishment and loss of mentor status."

"I see," I said. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," he said, stroking my chest and pinching my little nipple suction cups, which were, by now pretty well filled with my expanding tits. "At least you're looser than you would have been had we not worked on your anal muscles."

I smiled. Yes, my skills were still rather primitive but I'd learned a little of how to open myself to a man and I was happy to open myself to 059. I reached back and fondled his strong butt. Yes, I was happy to have him in me. I gave a contented sigh and drifted off into quiet sleep as the lights went out in the Center.

I awoke with a start. It was dark, but not pitch black because of dim light that penetrated the blackness from light cast downward by fixtures that lit the cat walks around the cellblock. I jerked, momentarily confused about where I was. Then I felt something inside me and against me. Cautiously, I reached back and felt thighs pressing against mine, an abdomen against my back and realized that whatever was inside me belonged to this body. My jumbled thoughts began to collect themselves and I remembered that I was "inside": I had been "taken under care" of the LEA and this man lying against me was my mentor, 059. As I stirred, and twisted my hips slightly,
he groaned and I remembered that the cock that penetrated me was quite sore from today's milking so I stopped moving. His breathing was deep but warm against the back of my neck and I shuddered. Thoughts raced through my brain:

"I'm not bent am I? I'm a straight man, aren't I? I have a wife and
children. Oh, that's right: had a wife and children."

Then, as I thought about it, I realized that I'd been alone a good while prior to being taken under care. I now had nothing whatsoever besides what the Authority and my handlers granted me. With my arms, I pushed away from him, wanting to get his penis out of my rectum but in his sleep, his arms tightend around my chest and he nuzzled the nape of my neck. Suddenly, something overwhelmed me and I twisted out of his arms. As I turned my body, I must have bent his cock, which was still implanted in my anus and he moaned in pain, releasing me from his grip. I crawled away from him and huddled by the bars of our cell, my arms wrapped around my body, facing him. He looked up at me and got to his knees.

"What?" he asked quietly. "What's the problem boy?"

"I don't know," I said. "I think I was having a bad dream or something. I woke up and feeling you so close upset me..."

I hesitated, looking at him, then at the walls.

"I don't want to be here," I whispered.

I turned toward the bars, staring out into the dim light of the cellblock. Tears came to my eyes. I wanted to walk out of here; I wanted to go back to my quiet life. I'd give back the money I'd tried to steal.

"Please just let me go home," I said miserably. "I want to go back to my own apartment."

059 rose and stepped toward me but I shrank away from him so he stepped back. He paused for a few moments and sat down on the mat again.

"Do you think they'd let you go home again 035? Do you really think they'd just let you walk out of here and pretend it was all a mistake?" he asked gently, as though he were talking to a child.

I was silent, shivering in the cool air. It wasn't all that cold but I was shivering nevertheless.

"I don't want to be here," I cried. "I don't want this. I want to be in my own home with my own things. I want to be safe."

"You are safe boy. You're safe with me. I'll make sure you're alright," he said coaxingly.

"But you can't protect me against everything," I protested, thinking of my time in the stocks with a shiver.

"No... No, you're right; I can't. Most of it is up to you. But you must realize that you have no option to walk out of here. You've been convicted of crimes against the Authority and you get no other chances. You know that's the way it works, right?" he pressed.

"Yes, I know," I said sadly. "I fucked up and for that I'm fucked. But I don't want to be fucked. I want to be left alone."

"You know that can't happen now. This is what happens when you're taken under care by the Authority," he said, quietly stating the facts I already knew.

He paused. "Is it that bad boy?" he asked soothingly. "Is it just too difficult for you? Can't you learn to accept it?"

"I-I suppose I can," I said, relaxing my arms, knowing there was no other way and feeling desolate.

Suddenly I felt defeated and I wanted to be held. I turned to him, torn as to whether to go to him or remain where I was. If I did go to him, did that mean I'd become bent? He held out his arms, smiling gently.

"Come here boy," he said. "C'mon and I'll hold you. I won't fuck you anymore tonight: I'll just hold you. Is that OK?"

I hesitated and then walked to him as tears sprang to my eyes. He folded me into his arms again and we lay on the mat while I cried. Yes, this was the metaphor for my life: I was now held in the clutches of the Authority from hich there would be no release. I was fucked and that wouldn't change.Whether I liked it or not, I was a sex unit of the LEA. This was my life now and would be for the remainder of my days. I could make the best of it or I could resist and end up spending a good deal of time in the stocks. Or worse

God knows I didn't want to be recycled. I'd heard stories of that all my adult life and it was well-known that most organs used in transplants came from recycling centers. What wasn't known for sure, but was rumored, was that they kept units alive as long as they could, harvesting various organs from "living" units until further life became no longer cost-effective, whereupon the unit was terminated and the harvesting completed. Unless a unit was already brain dead, it was kept alive and remained aware until termination. It was rumored that there were warehouses where row upon row
of units lay on tables as their lives were slowly stripped from them. It was also rumored that, for male units, some of the first organs harvested were their penises and testicles. Penises would be used for those who wished a greater endowment or in need of reconstructive surgery and testicles were transplanted into those who were sterile for whatever reason. So a unit would be castrated and his cock removed as the precursor to other harvesting. I had an image of myself lying on a table, connected to minimal life-support, minus my cock and balls, a catheter entering my body through a hole where my penis had been. Shuddering, I hunched back against 059. Bent or not, this was highly preferable to recycling. 059 seemed to
care about me and he had some privileges within the Center. I had to admit that I did like being with him and lying in the comfort of his arms. There was scant warmth in this place and the heat of his body was like being wrapped in a soft blanket. I was actually quite lucky, all things considered. As I'd been reminded several times, a man my age wasn't usually turned into a sex unit and the alternative wasn't something to be contemplated. I was torn between despair and gratitude. I reached up to his arms and held them close to me as I cried myself back to sleep.