Author: White Collar
Title: Executive Slave -- Part 12 (M/M, B&D, Humiliation)
Date: January 25, 2006
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:
Joseph seemed to have retreated into a glassy-eyed state of shock by the time Malloy wrapped a collar around his neck with a tag on it, which read "slaveboy -- property of the Barnes Corporation". Then we were led to the cages. Malloy motioned Joseph and me into one cage and 059 and 073 into the other. There was unit chow there and after he cast a jaundiced eye on it, I recommended to Joseph that he eat it or he'd be extremely hungry by morning and all they'd offer us would be more of the same. When he picked up the bowl as if he was going to scoop the chow with his hand I quickly tapped him on the shoulder and silently shook my head. So, with a reluctant sigh, he got down on his hands and knees and bent his face to the bowl as the tag on his collar clinked against the side. I ate my feed and when we'd finished, we stretched out together.
I snuggled up against his back and threw my arm over him. I knew he'd been traumatized and the full import of what was happening hadn't yet sunk in. But I wasn't at all surprised when I felt him shaking and trembling with fear and sadness.
"It's okay to cry," I said, stroking his chest and touching his nipples. "Don't hold back. I'll do as much as I can to help you through this."
"Why?" he asked, his voice cracking. "Why is he doing this to me? I have a family. What did I ever do to deserve this?"
"You didn't do anything," I said. "He's doing it because he can."
He finally drifted off to sleep and sometime during the night, while he was sleeping, he parted his legs and allowed me to enter him. It was the only comfort I could give.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 31
When I awoke, I found the head of my very erect cock was slowly sliding up and down inside Joseph's ass crack, lubed by my own pre-cum. I was mildly surprised to be in this position because, ever since coming under the Authority's custody, I'd always considered myself a catcher. Perhaps things were changing for me. I gently stroked his chest and rubbed his nipples (alright -- I couldn't help myself) and he began to stir. Then, as his pulse began to quicken, I could feel him tense up as he felt something he was unaccustomed to parting his ass cheeks and he remembered what had happened to him. He jerked away from me and crashed against the bars of the cage, crying out in his shock and fear.
"Easy," I whispered, reaching out to try and quiet him. "Just take it easy.
You need to be calm." I felt him shudder with dread and start to squirm away from me.
"No!" he said vehemently and fearfully. Then, after a pause: "How could he have done this to me?" he asked, shrinking away from me. "What will become of me? What about my wife and kids?"
"I don't know what he intends but that he didn't have you taken into Authority care implies he may just be intending to use you here and let you go home at night."
"How could I do that?" he whispered savagely. "How could I go home to my wife, knowing I'm his sex slave during the day? How could I face my kids knowing my boss forces his cock up my ass? It's hard enough being almost indentured by the company but to literally be fucked by your boss -- I don't think I could bear facing my wife and kids."
"Think about it," I replied. "You put it in a compartment and leave it here when you go home. It's what you do to keep your family out of ruin and it's what you do to be able to stay with them. I can promise you, you don't want to be taken into the custody of the Authority."
"But all my co-workers will know," he cried softly. "They'll be laughing at me every day."
"I know," I said quietly. I didn't want to kid him: he knew Barnes's reputation and there was no point in trying to paint a rosy picture. The best he could hope for was to satisfy Barnes until he might decide to let him go to return to a "normal" life. I reached out and stroked his now-smooth chest and he flinched.
"You'd better get used to this," I said "Barnes will expect you to be fully compliant with his every whim and, trust me, his whims can be very unpleasant. But he will certainly expect you to make your body available with no sign of hesitation or disgust. Besides, aren't you really bent? Isn't that why you reacted the way you did and that caused him to single you out?"
I felt bad for saying this because it was almost like I was blaming him for attracting Barnes's attention. Bent or not, he certainly didn't want to be forced into sexual slavery to a man as despicable as Barnes.
"I-I suppose you're right," he whispered. "I just never wanted to admit it and I certainly never wanted to be exposed. And the last thing I ever wanted was to be Barnes's sex slave and put on exhibition in front of the entire company! In front of my co-workers and my subordinates."
"Well you're exposed and on exhibition now boy," I chuckled and once again he flinched.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, realizing I wasn't being very sensitive. "I don't mean to sound uncaring. But you'll find that it's a lot easier to accept who and what you are and acquiesce to his wishes than to fight him. If you piss him off, he can really mess up your life. At least you're still officially a free man..."
"Even though he owns my ass," Joseph said bitterly.
"Even though he owns your ass," I admitted. "But you're still free to go home at night. My home is gone; I belong to the Authority and will never be free again."
"You're right," he said. "It's just hard for me to get used to."
"Well let me help you," I said and reached around his body to rub his nipples. "You have a hell of a lot to learn and the best place to start is learning to accept having a man's hands on you."
I could feel him tense up and draw a quick, shallow breath.
"Breathe deeply and try to relax; you'll find it can be very pleasant when you don't fight it. Hell, I was straight before the Authority twisted me. You have to admit you've dreamed about having sex with men. Just go with it for now. When the time comes, I'll try to help you with the less pleasant parts of your new job."
Joseph followed my coaching and began to take deep breaths. Soon, he was pressing himself against me and panting and moaning as I lightly worked his nipples. Then I pinched hard and twisted them, causing him to groan.
"This is the beginning of your training. Nipples are a favorite of Barnes's and believe me, he will torture your tits. I'm trying to do my job and start getting you accustomed to it. The correct response is `Thank you sir'."
"Thank you sir," he said through gritted teeth.
"Good," I encouraged him. "Never forget to say thank you. If you do, it'll probably get you some pretty awful punishment. And believe me, they have ways of punishing you that are beyond your imagination and almost beyond enduring." Saying this, I gave his nipples a hard tug and a twist.
"Thank you sir," he gasped.
"Good boy," I said
I moved my hands up and down his flanks, making him shudder and then I grabbed the melons of his ass and kneaded them hard, causing him to squirm in my grip.
"Relax into the pain," I whispered in his ear as I worked his glutes.
"Yes sir," he husked. "Thank you sir. I'm trying... I'm trying..."
From his breathing, I could tell he was trying and was beginning to be aroused: a good sign for a new slave. I clutched his testicles and squeezed, making him gasp with the mixture of pleasure, danger and pain. Then I felt his hips begin a rapid fire jerking.
"Not now," I said sternly. "Control yourself boy. You're not allowed to come until Mr. Barnes gives you permission."
"Oh God," he said hoarsely. "Please stop. Please let me come," he whimpered.
"No," I said and pinched the tip of his cock hard, aborting his orgasm while he mewled like a hungry infant.
I was about to begin working on his pucker when the kennel door opened and the guards came in bearing our bowls.
"Breakfast and water," Malloy said, placing bowls in the cage Joseph and I were housed in.
Sommers and Shaiman placed bowls in 059's and 073's cage Joseph showed some residual distaste for the slave chow but, with a grimace, apparently resigned himself and bent over his food, the clinking of his slave tag against the metal bowl making a cheerful sound that was at odds with our surroundings.
Malloy was watching us and, as Joseph bent to eat, he said "Put your hands behind your back slave. Mr. Barnes wants you eating with your hands behind your back." He banged his truncheon on the cage for emphasis.
Joseph sat back on his heels and gripped one hand in the other behind his back. Then he bent once again to eat. Being unpracticed at eating in this position, he fell forward, face first, into the bowl. The three guards howled with laughter.
"This slave's so stupid he can't even eat right. I think we'll have to hose him down after he's finished with his slop," Malloy laughed.
Joseph flushed scarlet, knowing he'd been set up for further humiliation and knowing that this wouldn't be the last of it. He tried to balance himself and struggled to get his mouth into the bowl without having his face in it. He was only about half-finished when Malloy said that feeding time was over and it was time to get ready to exercise. Mr. Barnes had ordered that his new slave and the three units exercise in the company gym for a couple of hours, supervised by Malloy and the rest of the guard trio.
"Out of the kennels, all of you," Malloy ordered. "Kneel up!"
We three units complied, exiting the cages and assuming the appropriate position on our knees, hands behind backs, heads bowed, thighs spread. Joseph was learning to take his cues from us and quickly followed suit but he still was a bit slower than the rest of us. Malloy began to circle him, slapping his baton into the palm of his hand.
"I could punish you for your slowness boy. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes sir," Joseph whispered hoarsely, his entire body a bundle of clenched muscles.
Squatting in back of him, Malloy pushed his stick between the new slave's legs, displacing his cock and balls, making it look as though he had an obscene black erection.
"Can you think of any reason why I shouldn't punish you boy?" Malloy demanded.
"No sir, no reason at all," Joseph replied, sweat popping on his forehead.
Malloy tapped his cock and balls with the night stick a couple of times, making Renault grunt. Then he pulled the stick back and pushed it into the slave's hole.
"I could fuck you with this stick couldn't I?"
"Yes sir, you could."
"Would you like it if I did?"
Joseph paused.
"Would you?" Malloy demanded. "Answer me boy!"
"Yes sir, I'd like it if you fucked me with your stick."
"You want it boy?"
"Yes sir. I want you to fuck me sir."
"Beg me."
"Please sir. Please fuck me with your stick."
"Beg me to make you a pussy boy."
"Please sir. Please make me a pussy boy. Please fuck me,' Joseph said, his voice strained.
Malloy stood and smiled, nodding his head.
"No boy. Not now. You're just a piece of pussy ass shit and I wouldn't want to dirty my stick in your cunt."
Once again, Joseph flushed and hung his head in shame. He'd just begged to be humiliated and degraded and he knew it. How could he live with his shame?
"Put cock cages on all of them," Malloy ordered and Sommers and Shaiman did as ordered.
Each of us was fitted with a chastity cage in the form of a bent metal tube welded to a handcuff. They oiled our cocks before sliding the tubes over them and then locked the cuffs behind our balls.
Malloy was caging Joseph and as he handled his tackle he began to chuckle.
"I thought you had kids boy?" Malloy asked him.
"Yes sir, I do," Joseph answered, turning red and looking distinctly uncomfortable as Malloy squeezed his testicles.
"I don't get it," Malloy said, slapping Joseph's dick. "How did you ever impregnate your wife with that little thing? Did you use artificial insemination or what?"
"No sir," Joseph protested beginning to look angry. "We did it the natural way."
"Natural way? A faggot slave like you? I can't believe it," Malloy said, slapping Joseph's cock hard so that it bounced against his belly, making Joseph gasp.
Malloy slid the tube over Joseph's now soft cock and ratcheted the cuff closed behind his balls. Actually, Joseph's cock was on the large side of average and the glistening head extended out the end of the tube so that it appeared as though he had a metal sheath with a shiny pink head on the end. 073, being somewhat smaller, hardly showed any head at all while 059 seemed more like a greasy sausage forced into a too-small chute. Shaiman was having a hard time getting the cage on him and 059's face betrayed his discomfort. My own dick was also a larger average-sized cock, so the oiled head protruded from the end of the tube, but only just.
"That will keep you from coming when you shouldn't," Malloy said but I also knew it was another form of humiliation, as well as a punishment, since any movement toward becoming erect while wearing the cage would prove rather uncomfortable.
Once we were all caged, Malloy ordered us to stand. Leashes were attached to our collars and we were led from the kennel.
They took us to a service elevator and punched a number that I recognized as the non-executive employees' gym. I also remembered that the service elevator was in the back of the building and the gym was in the front. This naturally meant we would be paraded through the halls in our current state: naked, shaved, collared, leashed and chastity-caged.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 32
They let us walk upright down the hall, probably so that people could get a full view of us in our naked, humiliating vulnerability. I saw several people I'd known in my previous life and some seemed to recognize me and gave me a look of pity before turning away. Others I knew just turned away, too embarrassed or too afraid that, by merely looking at me, they might become infected with whatever it was that had sent me into custody. Joseph was walking ahead of me and I could see his acute embarrassment and humiliation with every step. His entire body flushed scarlet with shame. I also noticed that he was walking a little strangely, as though he were trying to avoid having his thighs brush the tube or cuff of his chastity cage and I figured he was at least partially erect, in spite of the confinement of his penis. Since the tube of the cage is curved downward, any straightening of the flesh trapped inside is going to cause considerable discomfort. Unfortunately for Joseph, his proclivity toward arousal when he's being humiliated works against him doubly. It seems he was born to be dominated and, equally unfortunately, Master Barnes had discerned this and was preying on his new slave's vulnerabilities. Thus, his humiliation makes him erect, causing him pain, making him feel more humiliated and thus more erect. His gait became increasingly tentative as we walked through the halls toward the gym.
Finally the doors to the gym came into view. At least this part of our humiliation would be over. But my hopes were snuffed when Malloy tried the door and found it locked.
"Call upstairs and ask them to send the key down," he ordered Shaiman. "In the meantime, we'll just have to wait here in the hall. You four kneel with your backs to the wall. I don't want to take a chance on your making a break in this crowd."
Indeed, the hall was crowed with people going about their business and hurrying toward their offices. So we obediently knelt with our backs to the wall, thighs spread and hands behind our backs. Of course, the idea that we might make a break for it was ludicrous. We were naked, shaved, caged and collared. Where would we go? Back to the kennels? Even if we got away from the guards, an Authority officer would spot any of us in a second and apprehend us. No, Malloy's point was to keep us on display for a longer period. I'm sure he knew the door would be locked before he tried it. I could see that Joseph's resistance continued to erode with each new humiliation. Indeed, when I glanced down at his crotch I could see the head of his dick was an angry, embarrassed purple and pre-cum was dribbling out in a long, transparent strand onto the floor. I knew that Malloy would force him to clean up the puddle with his tongue before he was allowed to go into the gym. Bit by bit, albeit rather large bits, he was being subjugated. Soon there would be nothing left. At that point, Barnes would probably trump up some charge and have him taken into permanent custody.
Malloy moved to stand in front of Joseph and took out his truncheon.
"Looks like you have a problem boy," Malloy said, prodding the swollen head of Joseph's cock with his stick. "Do you need some help with this?"
"No sir," Joseph replied, pulling his chin even further into his chest if that was at all possible.
"You mean you don't have a problem or you don't need help with it? It certainly looks like a problem to me. Doesn't it hurt to have you little dick trying to stand up straight in that sheath?"
"Yes sir, it hurts sir," Joseph replied, his dick trying in vain to rise upward.
"I guess it must," Malloy said, rubbing the tip of his club against the tip of Joseph's cock. "Look at this; you've gotten slave slime all over my club. What should we do about that boy?"
"I-I..." Joseph stammered, not certain of what to say.
I tried to direct the thought into his brain: he wants you to say you'll lick it off. He wants you to lick it off.
"I can't hear you boy," Malloy barked causing some of the people passing in the hall to glance at the group of kneeling slaves and just as quickly look away in embarrassment.
I'd generally found Malloy to be sympathetic to me as a unit, though always efficient at his job. Sometimes I forgot that this was, in fact, his job and if he didn't do it well, he could be in jeopardy as well. But sometimes I wondered if he didn't also get some pleasure out of it, as he seemed to be doing right now.
"I guess I should clean it off sir," Joseph ventured.
"You guess?" Malloy yelled. "You guess? Don't you know what you're supposed to do, slave scum?"
"Please sir, don't yell. Please let me lick it off," Joseph squeaked, clearly beside himself with humiliation and embarrassment.
"Alright. Open your mouth and start cleaning," Malloy said, holding the end of his club to the tip of Renault's nose.
Once again, the hapless employee, now converted into slave, flushed scarlet and opened his mouth. He touched the tip of his tongue to the truncheon and licked the pre-cum off of it before Malloy pushed it into his mouth. Joseph gagged and choked, sending flecks of sputum into the air as Malloy face-fucked him with the nightstick. When he wasn't coughing and gagging, Joseph was whimpering and there were tears streaming down his face. He must have felt so degraded to be kneeling naked in the hall in front of co-workers while an Authority guard shoved a nightstick down his throat. I began to hope that Barnes would decide to induct him fully into slavery. How could he ever go back to work with these people after this shame?
Finally a building security agent arrived with the key and opened the gym. Malloy put his night-stick behind Joseph's neck and forced his face to the floor.
"Clean up your mess on the floor boy," he ordered. "We don't want to be creating hazards for the company's employees. And no one wants to smell your slime after you're gone."
Dutifully, Joseph licked his pre-cum off the floor. Then the four of us were herded inside. We were ordered to work in pairs with one serving as spotter while the other worked out on a particular piece of equipment, then changing places. It might have been all right had we had the room to ourselves but bit by bit, singly or in pairs, Barnes Financial Services employees began to come in for their own workouts. Because of the way they looked at us as they come through the doors, I suspected that their bosses had sent them to the gym specifically to see us. It may have been to increase our discomfort or, just as likely, to reinforce the company's power over its employees lest they forget what could become of them if they fucked up (or in some cases, failed to be fucked up, depending on who they reported to and what his proclivities were).
We spent a couple of hours working out under the Authority guards' direction and then Malloy summoned us to the center of the gym. Mysteriously, the employees who had been using the gym seemed to melt away, leaving us alone with the guards.
"Now we have some special work for you to do. In a couple of minutes, a new group of employees will be coming in and you will be assisting them with their workouts," Malloy said. "The first thing you will notice is that they are unclothed (unclothed being what free men were when they had nothing on: we units were naked when we had nothing on). They will be going through a series of exercises and you will be encouraging them. As they move to each apparatus, I'll explain your function. The first station is the squat machine. Take your places beneath the machines. On your backs, heads under the handles."
Apparently, he wanted us to lie down on our backs beneath the squat machines so that our heads would be under the butt of the guy using it. There were four machines in the gym so each of us, including Joseph, who, technically, wasn't an LEA unit but was asking no questions and making no objection to anything he was ordered to do, got down on the floor under the machine. Four employees entered the gym from the locker room. As Malloy had said, all were unclothed. I knew a couple of them; they had once reported to me. >From the look coming from one of the others, he apparently knew Joseph. One that knew me and the one who must've known Joseph appeared to be extremely nervous. They were covering their genitals with their hands and, between glances at us, were looking up to the places where the surveillance cams were positioned. This told me that they were being ensnared in another of Barnes's traps and would probably find themselves in his service, either as LEA units or personal slaves. Barnes had a way of targeting men he regarded as vulnerable or pliant and taking them into his service for his own pleasure and sometimes the pleasure of his important clients. I couldn't help but wonder if he wouldn't cross a line someday and find himself in jeopardy. But today didn't appear to be that day.
The four men huddled with our guards, casting glances our way as Malloy explained what was to happen. Soon, the huddle broke up and the four men came toward us. The man who had once worked for me (his name was Grossman) came to the machine I was under. He was a couple of years older than I and the hair on his head was already salt-and-pepper. Still, he kept himself in good shape and you could still see the hint of a six-pack under the fur on his belly. His chest was toned and it seemed that he and whoever his lover was paid plenty of attention to his nipples: they were like pencil erasers sticking through the grey fur on his pectorals. I'd always assumed he was straight since he wore a wedding band and had pictures of his family on his credenza. Still, pictures don't always tell the story; I recalled catching him in slightly-too-long glances sometimes and wondered if he wasn't hiding something. His nervous yet eager looks at my nakedness and the tumescence of his penis confirmed my earlier suspicions; Grossman was bent and had been hiding it all these years. Perhaps Barnes knew; perhaps he'd only suspected and was using this opportunity to test his hypothesis. Grossman was, at this point, probably as lost as Renault was. Barnes would have him in vid-disk and would be forcing him into obedience, either under custody or as an office slave. Grossman's eyes met mine and he seemed to communicate that he knew what the outcome would be as much as I did and he was resigned to his fate. He took his place in the machine, his man-hole directly above my head.
The man who had been a co-worker of Joseph's was moving to take his place above him. He was younger than the others; probably about thirty, and seemed much more nervous. Like the others, he had a wedding band on his left hand but it seemed to be another example of a man hiding his bentness behind a marriage. He was acutely embarrassed by his lack of clothing and had a difficult time keeping his eyes off Joseph's naked and newly shaved body. He couldn't take his eyes away from Joseph's stripped crotch and the smoothness of his pubes as well as the metal device in which his dark penis and balls were imprisoned. He was quite reluctant to get closer and shrank back, only to back into Malloy, who urged him to take his position.
"No, please," he whispered. "Please don't make me do this. I can't; I have a wife and children. Please don't do this to me!"
"Mr. Barnes doesn't care about your wife and kids, Fuller. Get on that machine and get started," Malloy ordered.
"Please, please," he whimpered but Malloy man-handled him into place.
"Squat!" he ordered and Fuller bent his trembling legs, lowering himself toward Joseph's open mouth.
Each of the men followed suit, some with obviously more enthusiasm than others. Fuller kept his eyes on the surveillance cams, seeming to realize that this would be used against him. Grossman's ass lips descended toward my mouth and as soon as I felt the warm flesh against my lips I kissed them and inserted my tongue.
"Hold," Malloy ordered. "Slaves work those holes."
I'm sure the guards could see our jaws moving as we rimmed the asses covering our mouths. I could hear the men moaning and Grossman was wiggling his butt in pleasure as I stroked the soft insides of his anus. I could also hear Fuller whimpering and crying as Joseph performed as he had been ordered.
"Oh no, please, please. Oh God. Why? Please make him stop. Please don't do this to me. Please don't do this to my family..."
I knew that Fuller would be joining our ranks before lunch hour. He would be losing his position in the company and in society. He would be losing his body hair and his clothing. He would be losing everything. And he knew it too.
To be continued.