Comments will be gladly received by white_collar@hotmail.com Note: Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental. No real people are depicted in this piece of fiction. This story contains explicit male to male sex, domination and bondage. If you don't enjoy reading this sort of material or are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE READING. If you regard this type of material as depraved then flee from here and don't look back! And be sure that you practice safer sex. Don't become another statistic in the rising HIV/STD rates. Don't be barebacking: it's your LIFE you're playing with. This story is STRICTLY fantasy and I DO NOT espouse or endorse unprotected anal or oral sex!
Be careful and be alive - White Collar
The previous installment of "Executive Slave" ended as follows:
I stretched out, lying on my side and he stretched out in front of me, spooning his back against my front. My penis edged into his ass crack but I had no desire to enter him. Aside from the fact that, so far, I'd only been fucked and never fucked anyone myself (my ex-wife excluded), I really only wanted to give him some comfort on his first night "inside". It was traumatic enough to be seized like that and having someone hold you through your first night provided much needed warmth.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
"It might help," 059 added, lying on the floor in his own cage.
073, previously known as Bill McCain, took a deep breath and began to speak.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 27
"I've been with him for ten years now," 073 said, his voice catching. "He hired me out of graduate school and I was thrilled to find such a great position so easily. Then, almost as soon as I started, I found out what he really wanted. He invited me to stay after work one evening for a drink and I said that would be nice. Then, after we'd had a couple, he asked me if I'd like to see his private office. I'd had this sense about him from the first. I suppose if I'd thought about it, I'd have realized. But hindsight's always 20/20 isn't it?"
"Yeah," I agreed ruefully. "Don't I know it?"
"Maybe it was really what I wanted but couldn't admit to myself. It was the way he treated me. He dropped something under his chair and asked me to get down on the floor and pick it up for him. 'Yes sir,' I said, and got down on my hands and knees to pick it up. 'Good boy,' he said. He's a powerful man and his power surrounds him like a cloud. But when he showed me into his private room, I was shocked. Not only was there all the equipment, but he had a unit in there, hanging from chains by his wrists. I don't know how he knew I was bent. I don't know how he knew I'd like this stuff; I didn't know it myself. But I was transfixed by the site of this unit hanging there naked. Barnes had his hand on my shoulder. 'What do you think?' he asked me. 'Would you like to try him out? Why don't you taste his cock?' Then he ran his hand down my back and squeezed my ass. My mouth went dry and I tried to speak but the words wouldn't come. My mind was screaming at me to get out of there; to leave and never come back. But I couldn't take my eyes off him. Barnes eased me closer and pushed me to my knees in front of the unit. 'You can touch him; it's OK. Take hold of his hips and see what he tastes like,' Barnes coaxed. I was like a sleepwalker. My mouth fell open, I leaned forward and pulled the unit's penis into my mouth. My own dick was swelling painfully against my pants and in a few moments, I had to reach down and unzip to free it because it hurt so bad. But Barnes slapped my hand away. 'That's mine now,' he said and he unzipped my fly for me. My cock sprang loose and I began to jack myself. 'Uh uh,' Barnes said, slapping my hand away once again. 'You need to wait for that. I'll let you know when the time arrives.' I whimpered and looked at him, my mouth still on the unit's cock and nodded as I tried to say 'Yes sir,' to him. He was my boss after all. I had to do what he said; I wanted to do what he said.
"As I was sucking, Barnes was unbuttoning my shirt and unfastening the waistband of my slacks. In a few moments, I was almost naked myself, kneeling on the floor with a unit's dick in my mouth. I'd never done anything like it before and it excited me terribly. That he was forcing me to do this made it even more exciting. My cock was hard and leaking and I was having a hard time resisting the urge to jack off. But he'd told me to wait so I obeyed. Something inside me wanted him to order me around; to humiliate me and treat me like dirt. It sent shivers up and down my spine. Then there were flashes going off. He was taking photos of me and suddenly I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. There was no doubt in my mind what his intentions were. The acid began to rise in my throat as I realized I'd allowed myself to be seduced by this man and he had absolutely no compunctions about taking advantage of my weakness. Barnes cuffed my hands behind my back and attached a pair of clamps to my nipples and wrapped a ball stretcher around my nuts. I squealed in pain. Then he took my head in his hands and used it to pump the unit's cock. 'Press your tongue against his dick. You know what to do faggot,' he said and I obeyed. My jaws were aching and the bile rose in my esophagus as I gagged repeatedly on the dick that kept ramming against the back of my throat. I lost track of time. After a time, I don't know how long, the unit came in my mouth and there was so much cum that it leaked out of the sides of my mouth. Barnes took more pics of me, making sure to include the cum and the clamps and stretcher."
"You were fucked!" I exclaimed. "I had no idea he'd done that to you."
"Actually, I wasn't fucked yet. That was still to come," 073 said, shaking his head and smiling wryly.
"He ordered me to get to my feet and stand 'at ease' on two foot-prints painted on the floor. Feet apart, head down. What could I do? He had me and we both knew it. I struggled to my feet and stood where he'd ordered me to stand. I guess the part I hated the most was that my cock was hard as a rock and oozing pre-cum on the floor. A little puddle of it was forming between my feet and he told me that I would clean that up in a few minutes but first he had to finish 'initiating' me. He uncuffed my hands and told me to place them in front. When I did, he handcuffed me again and fastened the cuffs to a chain he lowered from the rigging overhead. Then he put a bar between my feet and shackled it to my ankles. He raised the chain, pulling my arms toward the ceiling until I had to rise on my toes. I was fully exposed and there was no way I could move. 'Time to mark you as my boy,' he said. He took a razor and started shaving my body. He started with my pits. I was whimpering and begging him not to but he just laughed and spanked my ass. 'If you're going to be my boy, you're going to be smooth,' he said. 'I'll give you a choice: you can be my boy or I can put the pics on a website. Which will it be?' he asked me, holding my face in one hand and stroking my leaking cock with his other. 'Please sir,' I said finally, knowing at last that it was what I wanted, 'make me your boy.' 'Good boy,' he said 'I thought you'd see it my way,' and he went back to shaving me. I didn't have as much hair on my body then as I do now so the first shave was easier. There was only a little hair on my chest and my crotch wasn't so furry. Of course, I've kept myself completely shaved ever since then so I can only surmise that my body hair has filled in some over the years.
"After he finished shaving me, he gave me an enema to clean me out inside and lubed me. I could feel the air blowing over my now naked body and my cock was slapping against my stomach. When he pushed his greased finger into my ass hole, I almost came right there. He grabbed the tip of my penis and squeezed it hard, warning me that if I ever came without his permission, he'd punish me severely, but it was only because he was squeezing my cock that I didn't come right then. See, I'd never experienced any of this before, at least not in real life. I'd had fantasies about it but finding myself helpless, completely under his control and discovering that my cock understood much better than my head did, I gave myself over to him. I've been his ever since. He trained me to endure pain and deprivation. I've gone as long as two months without being permitted to come. During those times of denial, he's worked me up every day, knowing that he'd trained me not to come unless he gave me permission. It was a real challenge for me sometimes. Finally, I told him I was really afraid I'd have a wet dream, so he fitted me with a sound when I went to bed at night. He inserted it into my penis and then applied a strap that held it in place and wrapped around the corona so it wouldn't slip off. Then he decided he liked me having it in all the time so he left it. He'd remove it in the morning, at noon and at night so I could urinate but otherwise, I've worn it for nine years now. I started to suspect something when he didn't put it back in me this morning..."
073's voice trailed off and his body shuddered with a quiet sob. I put my hand around his chest and hugged him close while he cried. The feel of his protruding, hard nipples against my palm conveyed just a portion of the abuse he'd received over the years.
"I almost thought I loved him," he sniffed. "How could I have been so blind? How could I have thought it would be different and that he might care about me?"
"It's OK," I whispered. "Go ahead and cry," as his breathing calmed and gradually took on the rhythms of sleep.
"Bastard," 059 whispered.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 28
I awoke when the lights in the kennel came on. It seemed like the night had been far too short and, although there was never light from the outside this far below ground, the air felt as though it were very early in the morning. My morning piss hard sat snuggly cradled between 073's ass cheeks and I quickly pulled back when he started to stir, remembering how I'd hurt 059 that morning that seemed so long ago, when I rolled over with him still in me. The guards came in, bringing us steel bowls for food and water.
"Don't take long," the chief guard, Malloy, said. "Mr. Barnes has special plans today and he'll be mad as hell if you arrive late. Oh, and I suppose you'll want something to drink so Mr. Barnes has ordered us to fill your water bowls."
With that, each of the three guards unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and pointed them into the water bowls. We could hear the streams of piss ringing on the bottom of each bowl, each having a different pitch, depending on the size and strength of the stream. Looking at Malloy's large dick, my mouth began to water. It was a beautiful cock, thick and veiny with a dark pink head with a pronounced ridge of a corona. How I would have loved to have had that inside me or to have drunk his piss directly from the tap!
As they filled our bowls, we looked at each other, the questions in our eyes but not daring to speak. What did Barnes have in mind? Whatever it was, we were sure it wouldn't be pleasant' at least not for us. But we also knew we'd better get something in our stomachs because it would probably be the last chance we had before evening. I knew the only thing we'd be fed for the next several hours would be cock and cum, and the only thing we might get to drink would be more piss. So we knelt and bent our faces to the bowls to eat and drink.
We'd nearly finished when Malloy and the other guards came in, carrying collars and leashes. They buckled these round our necks and led us out of the kennel. We crawled along behind them, our knees smarting from scrabbling over tile flooring, and they led us back to the shower room. There were three pairs of shackles hanging from chains and they positioned us under them.
"Up!" Malloy ordered. "Hands over your heads. You know the drill."
Indeed we did and we followed his orders, standing, spreading our feet and raising our hands over our heads so that we could be shackled up for whatever was in store for us. After we were secured, the guards began to work on each of us separately.
"Enemas?" one of the guards asked Malloy.
"You bet," Malloy answered. "Mr. Barnes doesn't want any shitty cocks messing up his color scheme. So it'll be a triple wash."
I was sure I heard the guard say "sick fag" under his breath and from the look Malloy shot him, I knew I'd heard right.
"Keep your mouth shut Sommers, or you'll find yourself hanging up here," Malloy hissed.
"Yes sir. Sorry sir," Sommers said and set to his job.
Malloy hung a bag on the chain suspending my right arm, greased my anus and inserted the nozzle. He opened the clamp on the tube and the water began to flow into me. As my belly filled, Malloy rubbed my swelling abdomen to spread the fluid throughout my gut. I saw the other two guards doing the same to 059 and 073. When the bag was empty, Malloy moved behind me and, pulling my body against his, began a rhythmic pumping with his arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel his hardening mound against my ass and wished that I might one day have the pleasure of seeing him without his uniform and even better, of having the joy of having him inside me. He was a handsome man with a blond crew, sharp blue eyes and a brush of hair peeking over the top of his tee shirt. His arms were well-furred and I knew that he would have a furry body beneath those blues that he wore. His washing of my insides was almost as good as having him fuck me and my cock rose and nudged his arms wrapped around me.
"I guess you like this," he whispered in my ear as he pumped. "Well maybe someday, when I've earned a bonus, I'll ask Mr. Curtis to have you for an evening. In fact, I think I have one coming and my wife will be out of town in a few weeks. Maybe then boy. Would you like that?"
"Yes sir," I whispered, pressing my butt against his crotch. "Please sir."
He chuckled and slapped my ass.
"I thought you might," he said and reached up to pinch one of my protruding nipples.
He released his grip on my body and I whimpered when he stepped away. After pulling the enema nozzle from my anus he ordered me to release and smacked my ass again. The other guards were working in synchronization with Malloy and soon the air was filled with the sound of running water and wet farts, followed by the smell of feces as our waste ran down the drains. The process was repeated two more times and I enjoyed it immensely each time Malloy held me against his body and fucked me, albeit with his clothes on.
When we were cleaned out, the guards grabbed razors and began to run their hands over our bodies. Any stubble was cleared away, ensuring that we were completely smooth. Malloy lifted my cock, feeling along the shaft for stray hairs, which he shaved away. He pulled my scrotum down and felt the skin, firmly squeezing my testicles as often as he could, pulling groans from my lips. He went over my belly, pushing a finger into my naval and then my chest, pinching my nipples hard as he did. After pressing his thumbs into my erect tits, he turned to my armpits and then walked behind me to spread my ass cheeks and check my crack for neatness. When he was satisfied that my body was completely smooth, he pulled my head forward.
"Oh no," I thought, "Not my head too."
But that was, in fact, what happened. Using a pair of electric clippers, he cut all the hair from my head. Then he used shaving cream and a razor to remove any stubble. The only hair left on my body now was my eyebrows but even they were not spared. He used the razor and removed them as well. 059 and 073 were being subjected to the same treatment, but 073 wasn't taking it so well. He hadn't been completely broken yet and he jerked against the chains, trying vainly to get away from Sommers.
"No!" he shouted. "You can't do this to me! I gave him everything!"
It entered my mind that 073 might have something on Barnes that could be used against him. Whether Malloy was thinking the same thing or not, I don't know but he was getting impatient. He shot a look over at Sommers.
"Control your unit," he barked, "or else..."
The look on Sommers face told me what the "or else" meant and he hurried to comply. He raised the chains holding 073's wrist shackles, stretching him until his body was taut. Then he put a penis gag in the unit's mouth to shut him up but he continued to rant into the gag.
Sommers took 073's face in his hand. "Shut the fuck up and calm down," he said harshly, "or you'll pay a bigger price than you ever thought possible!"
But the newly inducted unit had lost control of himself and he continued to jerk his body and scream into his gag.
"Do something Sommers," Malloy warned ominously.
Sommers looked befuddled for a moment and then went to a nearby cabinet and took out a wide leather strap. I winced when I saw it, knowing what was coming. Sommers went behind the hapless unit, drew his arm back and began to slash at 073's ass.
The sound of the strap whipping against naked, quivering flesh and the muffled cries continued for about three minutes. At first, 073's cries were those of an enraged animal but as the beating continued, they turned into the squeals of a beaten dog. I didn't want to watch so I kept my eyes closed until the sounds of the blows stopped. 073 hung limply from his chains, his body wracked by sobs.
"Now will you cooperate slave?" Sommers demanded holding the units face up, glaring into his reddened eyes as the tears wet his cheeks.
073 was breathing fiercely through his nostrils and sucking as much air as he could around the plug in his mouth. His nose was running from his crying and the that interfered with his breathing. He finally nodded weakly and voiced his assent but his eyes were burning with anger.
"Good. Don't make me discipline you again, understand?" Sommers asked sharply as he adjusted the apparent bulge in his trousers. Obviously, the beating had aroused him.
"Ooo iii," 073 said in his attempt to say "No sir."
Once 073 began to cooperate, Sommers completed his job, reducing the erstwhile Executive Assistant to an anonymous unit, hardly even identifiable by his looks since the hair on his head was shaved and even his eyebrows were gone. The unit had, by this time, collapsed against his chains in exhaustion, his chest heaving with muffled sobs, his head hanging down, making Sommers' work that much easier.
"Close your eyes boy," Malloy ordered me.
"Yes sir," I answered smartly and obeyed.
I felt a cool, damp touch against my eyelids and whatever it was Malloy was applying to me, he was spreading around my eye sockets and over my face and head. Stroke after stroke of some sort of applicator brushing something moist over my skin. My eyes, my cheeks, my shaved head, my ears, my nose, my lips, every part of my head was covered.
"You can open your eyes now," Malloy said.
When I did, I saw that he was holding a small sponge with white on it. I glanced over at 059 and saw that his guard was completing the job of painting his head blue. Likewise, 073's head was becoming red. Red, white and blue. I began to get an inkling of what the guards were talking about when Malloy mentioned Mr. Barnes' "color scheme". We were going to be red, white and blue units and would probably be used to entertain some of Mr. Barnes' business guests. What were his plans? Knowing him, my mind began to churn with possibilities.
Malloy continued to apply the paint to my body, making sure that my arms and hands were covered, my armpits were slathered with white, my chest and tits were coated, my legs were painted, and so forth. He lifted my cock and spread the whiteness on my shaft and the dark head of my dick, making the dark organ appear stark and monochrome now. He stretched my scrotum and painted it white as well. Then he unshackled my wrists.
"Bend over and spread your cheeks," he ordered and I immediately obeyed so that he could paint my crack and hole. He also covered the still-flesh colored areas of my wrists that had been covered by the shackles.
I found the whole procedure and the appearance of my fellow-units strangely erotic. It was as though each of us were moving statues, carved out of red, white or blue stone. The covering of natural flesh tones on a body makes the shape of the structure, the relief of the parts, leap to the forefront and brings them to the observer's attention. Nipples no longer are seen as darker spots against skin but as round, smooth buttons with points protruding from them as they rise to a peak on the mounds of the chest. Penises look like phallic sculptures carved from living rock. My own white cock rose to attention at Malloy's touch coupled with the sight of the other units' and my own bodies.
"The paint is water-soluble," Malloy explained, "so water or sweat or piss, for that matter, will remove it. Now raise your arms again so that I can shackle you for the next step."
Somehow I knew this was too tame for Barnes and that we'd be subjected to additional humiliation and torture. 073 and 059 were also being reshackled after having their asses painted. When we were suspended again, our guards went to retrieve some wide belts, each with three large pouches on them, which they strapped around their waists. When Malloy got close enough to me, I shuddered as I glanced down into the pouches. Each contained dozens of plastic spring clips that can be used to keep bags closed or attached to human flesh. Malloy had a wicked smirk on his face and I knew what was in store.
"Time to accessorize," he grinned and took a couple of clips from his pouches.
He pinched my nipples and attached red clips to the tip of each one. Then he pinched the aureolas and placed a blue clip next to each red clip. Pinch, clip, pinch, clip. On and on, he pinched the flesh and attached a clip to each fold. He lined the curves of my pecs with red and blue clips until he reached my sensitive underarms. Thank god he stopped there. I knew that, sooner or later, he'd have to release my arms from the chains and I didn't want to think about having to get to wherever we'd be taken with my arms in the air so as not to dislodge clips too soon. I was too absorbed in what Malloy was doing to me to pay much attention to what the other guards were doing to the other two but I did glance up and saw that the curves of their pecs were being lined with red and white or blue and white clips. Obviously, the intent was to have some patriotic torment inflicted on L.E.A. units as an assertion of the Authority's power over those who failed to obey the rules. After all, our sole purpose now was to serve our benevolent, caring country.
Malloy continued attaching clips onto folds of my skin. He created lines down the sides of my abdomen, under the bulges of my butt and down the sides of my legs. Then he set to work on my scrotum. He pulled up a stool and sat for this exercise. Soon, my scrotum looked like a hedgehog, with red, white and blue clips protruding from it. When he was finished, he sat back a moment to admire his work and then lifted my turgid cock. I have to admit: the Authority has trained me well and I respond to pain with a good erection. Mine was, by this time, pumping clear pre-cum onto the floor and Malloy treated himself to dipping a finger into the flow and sucking in the flavor.
Next, Malloy began attaching clips up either side of my penis. Then he installed identical lines on the top and the bottom so that my dick looked like some sort of barbed spearhead.
When he'd finished that, he said "And now for the final touch."
He took a handful of red clips and attached them to the skin behind my cock's corona so that the white head of my cock looked like the center of a red flower which, in turn, jutted from the small barrel cactus of my prickly scrotum. I had to admit it had a certain perverse aesthetic appeal. The question on my mind was what did Barnes have planned for his guests' entertainment. Both 059 and 073 were similarly arrayed and the three of us looked to be some strange patriotic voodoo dolls with thorns protruding from our bodies.
"All finished?" Malloy asked the other guards.
"Yes sir, all done," they answered.
"OK, we're right on schedule. Let's get them upstairs. We don't need to have Barnes getting pissed and having to call down for his entertainment."
They put handcuffs on us, placed the collars around our necks and led us to the elevators. At least we didn't have to crawl this time. We were treated with a measure of care, as though we were valuable sculptures and might be easily broken, which I suppose was true. I know they could have replaced any clips that snapped off in transit but that would take extra time and they apparently didn't have time to spare.
When we arrived on the executive floor, the guards gingerly led us to a presentation stage which had a curtain drawn so that the guests couldn't see us until the proper time.
"We're going to position you and once we do, you need to stay in that position until Mr. Barnes gives the signal," Malloy said.
"Sir?" 059 ventured respectfully.
"Yes boy?"
"Sir, how will we know what to do?" 059 asked, seeking guidance as to what actions we should take.
"That will be obvious," Malloy said. "Mr. Barnes will give you orders and they won't be physics experiments. You'll figure it out very quickly, trust me."
"Yes sir," 059 answered. "Thank you sir."
They led us onto the platform and placed 073 first. He was forced to bend and place his hands on the floor, his left side to the curtain. I was positioned behind him, my hands on his still shaking hips, again, with my left side to the curtain. It was apparent to me that 073 was enraged at what had been done to him; how far he'd fallen in such a short time and he had not had the anger beaten out of him yet. But the guards didn't care how any of us felt; all that mattered was our obedience and 073 had obviously decided it was prudent to bide his time. Last came 059, who was positioned behind me, his hands on my hips. I began to get an uneasy feeling that I knew what Mr. Barnes was expecting us to do and I wasn't looking forward to it.
To be continued.