Executive Slave 9

Author: plugged
Title: Executive Slave 9
Date: 01 February 2006

On weekends, the external units remained in the Center since the offices in which they worked were closed. We novices also had no Administrators to train us. So we spent the days doing extra time in the gym to build up our muscles. The Authority officials were particularly interested in their units having strong legs, arms and abdomens. We did many squats, spent a lot of time doing bench presses and curls. My first Saturday at the Center, after doing fifty squats, my legs burning and aching, I stopped.

"Why are you stopping?" 059 demanded, the sweat from his own workout pouring off his craggy features.

"Sir, my legs are about to give out," I said defensively.

"I don't care. You keep going till I tell you to stop," he barked. "You do as you're told here, when you're told and how you're told. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I answered, embarrassed at being called out like that in front of others.

I'd forgotten, as had happened so many other times during my relatively short time in the Center, that I was not in a position to make choices or decisions. My only choice was to cooperate or be forced to comply. I'd seen the pressure that the Authority could bring to bear on a recalcitrant unit and, through hard experience, I'd learned to fear it. But bringing the entirety of my being under submission to the Authority was proving difficult. Maybe it was easier for younger men but it's hard to overcome long-established "habits" such as deciding for yourself when to pee or when
to stop exercising. 059 reminded me once again that choices were not
available to a unit. So, my legs trembling and burning, I went back to my squats. I thought they might just give out on me and by the time 059 told me I could stop, I was almost in tears. I did have to admit that themuscles in my thighs, arms and belly were beginning to look good for the first time in my life. As an office worker, having strong muscles beyond basic fitness wasn't of much importance. But as a unit, being able to perform properly took on a new meaning.

After gym, we went back to the cells for a rest period. 059 had brought a nipple pump with him. He rubbed some cream into my nipples and tweaked my cones, which were becoming rough from the abuse they'd received. He smiled when I drew a quick breath as he touched my chest. Then he applied the suction tubes to my tits.

"Every day," he said as he operated the pump, sucking my nipples into the tubes. "Your Administrator wants you to be ready for your implants next week and you're progressing well but we can't slack off."

My nipples turned dark red as the blood flooded into them and they extended half an inch into the tube. 059 put the pump in the corner and lay down on the mat, beckoning me to lie down with him. I lay down and pushed myself back against him, savoring the strong heat that radiated from his warmedmuscles and we napped.

Later, after we awoke, we gathered with the other units on the floor of the cellblock. We novices were given cups of liquid, which we were ordered to drink and then we watched videos. These weren't entertainment videos, perse; they were intended for our instruction. What they were were pornographic videos showing bondage and domination. The purpose was to instruct us in various ways a man might wish to bind a unit and use him. We were also to learn how we were expected to behave when so used. So we watched as slaves were bound on various devices with ropes and chains, clamps were applied to their nipples, weights to their cocks and balls, clips to their bodies and so forth. They were whipped, paddled, spanked bare-handed and flogged. We saw that a slave was expected to cry out but
also to say "Thank you sir" and welcome the abuse as a sign of his master's interest. Every unit's attention was fastened on the screen and I was aware that my penis was throbbing and leaking in response to what I was seeing. Was there something in the liquid they'd given us that caused this? I don't know but I do know that the images on the screen communicated directly with my groin and I found myself extremely excited by what I saw.

Sunday was mostly a day of rest. We had an abbreviated workout, showered and went back to the cellblock. Some units lay together, resting, talking, holding onto one another. Others sat alone thinking whatever thoughts they might have. This was about the only time a unit was permitted to engage in unsupervised thinking. Granted, no one could force you to think anything but the Authority did have the ability to bend your body to its will. On Sundays, units were permitted to be alone and think if they so chose. At
this point, I needed to be with someone for reassurance and comfort and 059 was my source for that. So we lay together, him touching my body and urging me to continue to give myself over to the Authority's control. He gave me some of the same liquid we'd been given prior to watching the video and made sure I drank it down. Afterward, his warm hands stroking me and massaging me helped me to relax and accept my lot. My cock certainly responded to his words and his touch. It expanded and the head pushed beyond the end of the Mangard in which it was imprisoned. It felt so good to be with him and when he turned me and got behind me, I arched my back and pulled my ass cheeks
apart. All I could think of was having him in me once again. I hummed as he pressed the head of his cock against my hole and pushed through the sphincter. I gasped slightly and clenched my muscles.

"Please sir," I whispered. "Please take me. I'm so hungry. Please."

"Oh yeah," he groaned. "You're ready now."

He pushed into me and filled my anus with his pole. My own cock responded, throbbing and would have lurched upward toward my belly had it not been encased in its steel tube. How could I ever have not wanted this?

On Monday morning, 059 took me again to my Administrator's office. I stood in front of his desk, legs spread, hands behind my back, head bowed.

"Here boy," he said, handing me a cup of the liquid.

"Thank you sir," I said, and taking it, downed it.

I realized that the liquid was being used to bend me to the Authority's will. I suppose I was grateful that my Administrator saw enough in me to want to preserve me from recycling. It would have been easier just to ship me to the harvesting center and have done with me. As the liquid fanned out in my bloodstream, my cock began to stiffen painfully as it pushed against the chastity device. I developed a strong hunger to have my anus and my mouth filled with cocks. My pelvic muscles twitched in their need and Ifelt a warm hollow feeling in my groin.

"Climb under my desk boy," he said, without looking up. "It's time for the next stage in your training."

When I'd gotten into position, he instructed me to take his penis out of his trousers.

"Now I want to work on your gag reflex. You will be trained to take a cock down your throat without gagging. Most clients don't appreciate having a unit gag and choke around their cocks -- too messy. So I want you to concentrate on relaxing the muscles of your throat. Inhale deeply and swallow as you go down on my dick. That will help to open your throat and enable you to take it without gagging."

My Administrator did have a long, thick cock. It was probably nine incheslong when fully erect and an inch and a half in diameter. I tried to follow his instructions and swallow him. But the thought of taking all of him down my throat distracted me and as the head of his cock hit my soft palate, I gagged and pulled back.

"Easy boy. Now concentrate. Do as I tell you. Deep breath and swallow as you take it," he instructed patiently. "Say `ah' as you go down, just like you do for the doctor."

I breathed, opened my throat and swallowed as I slid down his penis. I said "ah" has he'd instructed and found that, not only did that lift my palate but it also sent vibrations through the flesh filling my mouth and throat, making my Administrator groan. I felt the head slide past my soft palate and I felt a sense of triumph; I'd succeeded in doing as he'd ordered.

"Oh, yes. That's it," he said, sitting back in his chair and placing his hands on my head.

It was the first time I knew of that I'd distracted him from his work with my ministrations and I was pleased and proud that I was satisfying him. The office was filled with the sounds of my guttural vocalizations, slurps and his moans. I don't know what came over me but I was going after him with a gusto I'd never felt before. It was so wonderful to have him filling my throat. The feel of his hard dick, filling my mouth with heat, pressing my tongue down and my palate up was incredibly exciting and I only wanted more. I could feel the ridges of the blood vessels webbing his cock with my stretched lips. I loved the way his veined flesh flowed and throbbed as it slid across my tongue. His hips began to spasm and his cries became urgent.

"Oh, oh, oh," he cried. "Ah. No, no, stop. Gotta stop."

His hands grasped my head and he pushed me off, moaning and panting. I settled down on my heels and waited, my head down. Had I upset him? Was he angry? He caught his breath and spoke.

"Oh god boy, that was amazing. But I can't come now; it's too early in the day and I have work to do," he said, partially collapsed in his chair.
"Here boy. Let me get back in place and you can suck on my balls for a while until I calm down."

He sat up in his chair and slid back under his desk with his cock and balls hanging from his fly. I turned my head to the side and took his balls in my mouth and massaged them with my tongue and lips. His penis was wet with my spit and his own pre-cum as it rested on my cheek, smearing my face with sticky goo.

"That was amazing boy. I'm astounded that you've done so well at your lessons and take to this so naturally. Most previously married units don't adapt so readily, especially when they're older like you," he said.
"Thank you sir," I said but since my mouth was filled with his scrotum and testicles, nothing intelligible came out. I'm sure he understood my thought because he reached down and stroked my head. He wiped my cheek and then squeezed his cock, milking several drops of pre-cum onto my cheek. He dipped a thumb and a finger in this as it trickled down my face and painted my lips with it while I looked up at him, my mouth in a wide "O" circling his balls.

For lunch, he gave me another dose of the liquid.

"Sir?" I asked, keeping my head down so as not to appear too forward.

"Yes boy?"

"Sir, this liquid?"

"Yes boy?"

"Does it... is it?" I stammered, not sure how to ask what I wanted to know.

"You want to know what it is? What it does?"

"Yes sir. I mean, is it making me bent?"

"It's specially formulated to lower inhibitions and cause a man to feel specific needs and desires. It helps a man, or a unit, I should say, to feel empty when he's empty and it makes him want to be filled. Specifically, it makes him desire being filled by a cock. So is it making you bent? I suppose in a way. You might, were you free, still look at women and want them. But your mind and body would also tell you that your only satisfaction will come from having a penis either in your mouth or your anus. Is that what you wanted to know?"

"Yes sir. Thank you sir," I said and drank my "lunch".

Almost at once, my ass began to twitch and I felt a feeling of need stronger than any I'd felt before. It seemed to be cumulative in its affects; the more you drank, the stronger the affects became.

"Please sir, would you fuck me?" I blurted out. "Oh, I'm sorry sir," I said and hung my head. I hoped he wouldn't send me to the stocks for showing such temerity.

"Yes boy, I will. You got me so fired up earlier, I've been thinking about little else all morning. I'll even give you a choice. Would you like it standing up and holding your ankles or lying across my desk?"

I was amazed and gratified to be given a choice, so I thought about it a moment.

"Sir, if I might; could I lie on your desk, face up? I'd like to see youwhile you do it."

"Well my boy, there seem to be a few things you haven't yet learned. So climb on the disk. Lie on your back and pull your legs up. I have some more training to do," he said, shaking his head.

I was confused. What had I done wrong? But he'd just given me a direct order so I lay back on his desk, rolled my legs toward my body and grabbed my ankles, exposing my hungry hole to him. Then suddenly, as he pulled back, he raised his hand and slammed it into my butt cheek, making me cry
out in surprise and pain.

"Ow! Sir? What have I done sir?" I cried.

"You told me what you wanted when I asked you," he said sternly, repeatedly smacking my butt.

"Yes sir?" I asked, puzzled that I should be paddled for telling him what I'd like when he asked.

He continued spanking me.

"The appropriate answer would be `Whatever you want sir. I am a unit atyour disposal.' Units do not make choices; you were stripped of that right when you were taken into the Authority's care. When will you learn that 035? Am I going to have to send you to the stocks again?" he asked, glowering at me.

"Please sir, don't do that. I'm sorry sir. I should have known better. Please don't send me back to the stocks," I cried.

How could I have been so stupid? Were all of 059's lessons wasted on me? Why couldn't I learn to submit my body and soul to the Authority? This was such a hard thing to learn. Perhaps I was too old. But the fear of being recycled sent queasy shivers through me and I began to feel slightly nauseated. I'd do anything to avoid recycling.

"Please sir, tell me what would make you happy. I'm a unit at your
disposal. Please do what you want," I begged, hoping to set things aright.

He stopped hitting me.

"Get down and lean across my desk, face down, hands behind your back," he ordered. "And keep those hands high; I don't want you covering your butt." I complied, exposing my now pink butt to him. I heard him open a drawer and then I heard a swish as he took a practice swipe at the air. I waited, gritting my teeth because I knew what was coming.

"Count them boy. You're getting thirty. Miss one and we start over."

The whistle of the paddle through the air reached my ears a split second before it smashed full-on into my bare butt. My Administrator seemed to put his body behind it, adding to the power of his blows.

"Uhhhnnn. One sir, thank you sir," I yelped as I jerked forward, crushing my genitals against the side of his desk.

The next blow struck right where the first had hit, reinforcing the pain.His pattern seemed to be five blows to the same place and then a slight shift to another area, higher or lower on my burning ass. My hands clawed at the air as I held them against my back. Fortunately, I never lost count, though the tears were flowing and I was sobbing by the time we'd gotten to twenty-five. Finally it was over and I sagged down on the desk while hecaught his breath.

"Now boy," he said somewhat breathlessly. "Do you see what inconvenience you've put me to? I had to get myself in a sweat because you don't know how to behave like a proper unit."

"I'm sorry sir," I sobbed. "Please forgive this miserable unit's lack of submission. I'll do better sir. Please forgive me."

"Alright boy. But if it happens again, it'll be the stocks for sure. Now get off my desk and get on the floor where you belong."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir," I said.

I slid off the desk onto the floor and crawled to his feet, kissing his shoes. I was grateful to be given another chance.

"OK boy, get back on the desk. How would you like to receive my gift?"

I wasn't stupid.

"Sir, I am a unit at your disposal. Tell me how I can best serve you," I said, bowing my forehead to his feet.

"Good boy," he said, leaning down and patting my head. "Get back on the desk. On your back and pull your legs up. I want to see your face while I fuck you."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," I whispered and climbed gingerly up on the desk.

When my flaming butt touched the edge of the desk, I hissed and quickly rolled onto my back to relieve the pressure. I grabbed my ankles and pulledmy legs toward my chest, opening my hole for my Administrator.

"I'm at your service sir," I said, hoping I was doing what was expected of me.

"Very nice boy. That's exactly what I want to see," he said, pulling on his
cock to make it erect once again.

When he was hard, he lubed himself, pushed his corona against my ring and shoved it in. When his pubes hit my red cheeks, it was like fire and I grunted from the renewed pain. Fortunately, he didn't have to go too long before his thrusts became desperate jerks as he reached his climax. As he did, he pulled hard on my nipples, pulling my torso off the desk to meet his body, my mouth open in a cry of pain and ecstasy from the throbbing, twitching organ that filled my ass. He pulled my mouth to his and his tongue reached in to wrestle with mine as he sucked the breath out of me. I felt a sudden warmth spreading from my rectum, upward into my chest and armsand downward into my legs. I groaned and surrendered to him. As his orgasm
faded, he sank down on top of me, tweaking my sore nipples and kissing my neck.

"You're mine boy," he whispered in my ear. "You belong to me. You're my cunt boy."

"Thank you sir," I gasped, squeezing his shrinking penis with my sphincters.

We lay there as we recovered, me savoring the feel of him in me and the joy of the gift he'd given me. I'd not ejaculated but I'd certainly had an orgasm that emanated from my anus, filling me with pleasure. I knew, of course, that my pleasure wasn't the point. Then again, perhaps it was, for pleasure can be addicting and perhaps the Authority was using pleasure to further bend me and remake me into a well-functioning unit. If that was the plan, I had to admit it was working. If only I could stop making decisions
and believing I had choices.

While we lay there, my Administrator was stroking my smooth body with his hands.

"I think it's time to let your body hair grow back. I'd like to see you in a hairy state again so that I can decide whether or not to alter your appearance. Tell 059 that you should stop shaving, except for your bush. I want you to keep your ass, cock and balls clean and you should have a patch for your bush. Make it as wide as the width of your scrotum. Do you understand? Your chest and armpits you can let grow. Is that clear boy? 059 will show you."

"Yes sir," I answered. "I understand. Thank you sir."

"And tomorrow, you'll get your nipple implants. I think you're ready for
that," he said, twisting and tweaking my rough tits.

"Yes sir."

I spent the rest of the afternoon under my Administrator's desk sucking on his scrotum and, once in a while, his cock. Since he'd already come, he didn't want to make himself sore so he kept me on a short rein, as it were, so that I didn't get him over-aroused. At the end of the day, he summoned 059 to take me back to the cells, filling him on my shaving instructions and telling him that I was to receive my implants in the morning prior to coming to him. He mentioned he thought that, in spite of some "free thinking" that
needed to be beaten out of me, I would soon be ready for the work detail; a fact he hadn't mentioned to me but which now siezed my attention. The thought excited me greatly: soon I would be joining the other units who worked outside the Center and I would see the world again. Walking back downstairs with 059, I could hardly contain myself.
"When do you think it will be 059?" I asked, excitedly. "What's it like to be on the work detail? What happens?"

059 smiled with a touch of wistfulness in his eyes.

"It's probably not at all like you imagine. You've seen the work units get ready and go in the morning and you've seen them come back each night. What they do depends to a large extent on what their skills were prior to their being taken under care, what skills they've learned at the Center and what their clients want of them. Some perform almost normal work activities in offices. You wouldn't know they were different from any other workers except for the ties they wear, which mark them as property of the LEA. But they are at their bosses' disposal. If a unit's boss orders him under his
desk to give relief, the unit does it without question. I've heard of bosses calling a unit into a meeting, ordering him to strip in front of everyone and climb under the table. Then the unit is ordered to go around under the table servicing everyone at the meeting. If a boss wants a unit to spend the entire day under his desk, as you do with your Administrator, the unit does so. I've heard stories of bosses doing even more outlandish things to units."

"Like what?" I asked, fascinated by what he was telling me.

"Well, I know of one boss who had a private room in his office that he'd had rigged up with bondage equipment. Ropes, chains, gags, shackles, you know. He'd bring the unit in, tie him up and beat him. He had a narrow bench with splayed legs built. He shackled the unit to it and kept him there all day. The unit would be gagged, blindfolded with a plug in his butt. When he needed a break, the boss would come in and beat the unit. It helped him relieve the stress he was under and kept him from screaming at his employees
I guess. The unit could say nothing because he was gagged and certainly couldn't quit or protest: if he had, he would've been in the stocks. He came back to the Center every night with a body that was red from being flogged. The boss even flogged his cock and balls."

My own cock was leaking pre-cum as 059 told me this. What was it in this that aroused me this way? The powerlessness of the unit appalled and entranced me.

"I notice you used the past tense. What happened?" I asked, worried.

"The LEA got very concerned that the boss might permanently injure me with the repeated beatings. So they negotiated with him to have units rotate in and out. A unit spends a week with the boss and then goes to work for someone else and another unit takes his place. The boss is happy and the Authority is happy. Their units aren't being damaged and the boss is getting his needs met."

"The unit was you?" I asked, appalled that such a thing had happened to my mentor. "You were beaten like that? Every day?"

"Yes," he said, a distant, pained look in his eyes.

I could see that he retreated from it and even now the pain remained.

"I see," I whispered.

We went to the shower room and cleaned up from the day's activities. 059 watched me administer my enema and supervised my shaving. Since my Administrator had instructed me to let most of my body hair grow back, the process took a good deal less time that it had previously. And now I was permitted to shave myself. I was "graduating" to a slightly higher status as a unit. The only things I had to shave were the sides of my bush and myock and balls and ass. I lined the edge of the razor up with the right edge of my scrotum and moved it straight up. Then I shaved the parts of my pubes to the right of that. I did the same on the left side. The patch of hair just above my cock and balls would soon fill in but the sides would remain smooth. I also squatted and shaved my *****, as well as my cock
and balls. That I didn't have to shave my chest, armpits, forearms and legs saved a good deal of time. I looked at 059 and felt a warm glow as I gazed at his body. He looked up and met my gaze. He moved closer to me and, lathering his large penis, slid it between my legs. I groaned with pleasure as he entered me. I was becoming quite accustomed to having him inside me and loved the way it felt. Thoughts of women were rapidly fading, being replaced with a hunger for men. I was coming to think of myself more and more as a unit of the LEA as my former life faded into distant memory.

I awoke during the night with 059's arm draped over me. His penis had slid out of my ass and I was able to turn toward him. My eyes were drawn to his protruding nipples, which glowed slightly in the dim light as the taut skin dully reflected the bit of illumination that suffused the cells. My hands were drawn to my own nipples, which, though larger than they had been when I first came here, did not protrude from my chest the way 059's did. In the morning that would change. I touched the rough skin of my cones and then touched his. They fascinated me. I squeezed them lightly, feeling their
firmness and flexibility. As I squeezed, he groaned in his sleep. I could bend them down so that they were against his chest and he moaned as he stirred and reached for me. He pulled me close and his tits pressed into my chest, sending a thrill through me. Tomorrow, I would have nipples like that too. I was no longer required to keep my entire body smooth: I would soon be leaving behind my novice status and become a full-fledged unit. I would belong. For some reason, that brought me a sense of contentment. As long as I did what was expected of me and did it well, I would have a placehere. Perhaps someday I could become a trustee like my own mentor.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," I thought. "Just do what's expected and the rest belongs in the hands of the Authority."

I sighed and fell back to sleep.