Author: White Collar

Title: Executive Slave -- Part 17 (M/M, B&D, Humiliation)

Date: March 22, 2007

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:

As he was marched through the building that he used to own, preceded by Malloy with Shaiman and Sommers holding his cuffed arms, he flushed furiously but his head was raised and he looked defiant. His former employees looked on him with discomfort, clearly not convinced that he wouldn't somehow beat this and be back soon to take out his rage on them. I was confident, perhaps naively so, that he had lost this throw of the dice and his life was no longer his.

The officers tried to incite the crowd to jeering but they were half- hearted at best and many simply turned away, unable to watch Barnes's degradation. We descended to the lobby and moved to the front door, where a paddy wagon was waiting on the street. We units were loaded into the wagon but unit 133, as he was now known, was given the full treatment, being loaded into the back of an LEA car so that he could be viewed as he was driven to the Center for processing with the roof lights flashing and the siren blaring.

Executive Slave -- Chapter 42

When we arrived at the Center, 133 was taken to a different entrance, while the rest of us entered through the usual gate. This was the first view the new "recruits" had of the place and they were clearly trembling with anxiety. But Malloy, knowing that the Administrator had voiced doubts about the procedures surrounding their arrests, was kind to them and had them placed, in pairs, in separate holding cells with walls and doors ensuring some measure of privacy until, I assumed, the Administrator's investigation was completed. I figured he'd paired them up so they'd have at least a little bit of the comfort of familiarity, since they'd been together since been taken into custody. If it turned out, as I suspected, that they had been arrested on false charges, simply as a means of Barnes's exacting revenge for perceived wrongs or just plain spite, then they would probably be released. There wasn't much of a remnant of due process in the country any longer but the Authority would not endanger its nearly limitless power by appearing to be unfair, so it was important to have some semblance of rule of law.

Whitfield, one of the officers who'd been involved in my initial processing, intercepted Duncan and me and directed us to the unit intake room downstairs. This is the place where most units receive their second taste of life as a unit, the first being their abrupt stripping of their clothes and their rights and the humiliation of having this done in public. The room contained five tables, each with a stainless steal surface and various brackets. Malloy was there with Shaiman and Sommers, holding unit 133, a picture of tension and anxiety. After all, they were in a delicate circumstance: while this unit was already considered a convicted felon, he had been a powerful man and all the officers showed concern that, should he somehow be able to beat this thing, their best bet would be to beat a hasty retreat to the Canadian border and never set foot in the country again. Nevertheless, they knew what they'd been instructed to do and, having resolved to follow their orders, they commenced. Shaiman unlocked the cuffs from 133's wrists and he was able to relax his arms and rub his chafed arms.

"Up on the table," Malloy ordered, tapping a metal table.

133 glared at him and stood his ground. So Malloy produced the stunner and held it in near his exposed genitals.

"Don't make me repeat myself boy or you'll regret it, I promise," Malloy said quietly, setting his jaw.

After a moment's hesitation, the unit complied, climbing up on the table and sitting on the edge.

"Lie down on your back, hands over your head. Grab hold of the bar at the end," Officer Malloy said and 133 obeyed.

Malloy wheeled a tray over with several items on it. He picked up a cordless hair trimmer and switched it on before applying it to the unit's furry chest. 133 let go of the bar and started to sit up.

"What the hell?" 133 said sharply. He glowered at Malloy. "You really are a stupid son of a bitch, Malloy! When I get out of here there ain't no where on this planet that you can hide!"

For a few seconds, Malloy stared blankly at Barnes. Then, remembering what the Administrator had him of the evidence against Barnes, he calmly pushed the prongs of the stunner up under Barnes's scrotum and squeezed.

The sizzle of burning pubic hair was quickly coupled with a hoarse, strangled noise coming from the captive's throat. Urine jetted five feet across the room as spittle flew vertically from Barnes's wide open mouth. As quickly as it happened it was over. The other guards stood in stunned silence and then suddenly erupted into howls of laughter at the new unit's extraordinary performance.

While Barnes remained too stunned to resist, Malloy pushed him down and in a flat, emotionless voice, said, "Cuff him."

While two of the LEA officers held the prisoner down, Sommers and Shaiman took their cuffs and ratcheted them down around the man's right wrist and ankle, then passed the free ends over the brackets and fastened them to the unit's other wrist and ankle.

Having regained his senses and his energy, the new unit began to yell, yanking vainly against the cuffs in hopes of freeing himself. His guards took straps to his exposed body and began to whip him into submission, striking blow after blow, each of which made me wince in sympathy. I could feel it as the straps struck his nipples, belly and genitals, as well as his legs. But it was purely physical identification. How often he'd inflicted this treatment on others, including Duncan and me? As far as I was concerned, Barnes deserved everything he got and then some. And it had been I that had helped to bring this about. For the first time in a long while, I felt proud of something besides being able to suck and take a fuck like a pro. Finally the prisoner's yells turned to cries and then sobs until he stopped resisting.

"No more, no more, please, please stop," he cried. "Please!"

Malloy took Barnes's wet face in his hand and spoke sharply to him, his face just inches from the prisoner's.

"You'd better learn one thing fast and well. We're in charge here and you will do what you're told. There is no way out of here for you! You belong to the Authority now. Do you understand boy?"

"Y-y-yes," the prisoner wept.

The officer slapped his face hard, slamming the other side of his face against the surface of the table.

"I'm not sure I heard correctly boy. Do you understand me?" he spat out.

"Yes sir," Barnes barked. His body was covered with bright red stripes marking where he'd been struck and it seemed he was beginning to learn.

Malloy commenced the work of denuding the unit who had, only hours ago, been one of the most powerful and feared men in the city, if not the country. He ran the clippers through his chest hair, sweeping away wide swaths of dark fur, leaving red tracks from the strapping in his wake. He ran the clippers around Barnes's nipples and I saw them shrink in humiliation. However, unlike so many units receiving their first stripping, his cock lay flaccid. No, Barnes was no closet submissive. Breaking him would prove a challenge to the skills of the LEA, but I knew he would be broken.

Malloy finished with his chest and moved down to the fur on his belly, stripping that away as well. Then he went to his underarms and trimmed the hair away from his pits. He brushed the shorn fur away with his hands and checked his work. His next destination was 133's groin. He pushed his limp cock out of the way, chuckling as he began on his pubes.

"Most units find this arousing," Malloy said, rolling Barnes's cock against his abdomen. "I can see we'll need to train you to respond to a man's touch, especially when you're not the one calling the shots."

With that, he swung at 133's penis like he was hitting a tennis ball and the unit's cock smacked down against his hole and sprang back, flopping on his stomach, causing him to gasp.

Barnes had been fairly hairy so his cock had looked like a dark pole in a sea of dense, dark fur. It took Malloy a while to clean away all of the hair surrounding his dick and balls but finally he was finished. Then he lifted his ball sack and trimmed the wiry hair away from it and lastly, ran the trimmer up the shaft of his penis to clean it. He switched the clippers off and took them back to the tray. Then he picked up some other items before coming back.

Whitfield took a can of shaving cream and filled his hand with gel, which he spread over 133's body. Malloy took a razor and shaved away any stubble that remained on his pits and chest, belly and groin and finally his arms and legs. When he'd finished, Whitfield took a damp towel and wiped him down to remove any traces of the gel.

Holding the stunner, Malloy nodded to Shaiman and Sommers to uncuff Barnes. When he was free, Malloy ordered him to turn over and get on his hands and knees. This time the unit complied without resistance. If his mind hadn't been broken yet, his body had been and he hadn't the physical power to resist.

"Now, lower your head to the table so that you can reach back and spread your butt," he said. "And remember: if you try anything, you'll be incapacitated in no time and what happens after that you definitely won't like. Now reach back and pull your cheeks apart so we can clean your crack."

Slowly, the unit complied. With his forehead resting on the cold metal, Barnes reached back with both hands and pulled his cheeks apart. Once again, I heard the clippers and Malloy sheared the hair that covered Barnes's' ass crack, anal lips and perineum. He brushed the hair away and again applied gel, shaving him smooth and wiping him off with the towel. I knew how demeaning it was to have a man wiping your ass. With most men, only doctors had touched them there before and they tended not to go to the doctor's because they found the anal exam embarrassing. But here he was, kneeling on a table with an LEA officer wiping his butt after shaving him.

Malloy ordered him to get off the table and when he stood, I gasped slightly. While he still was an impressive specimen, the loss of his body hair greatly reduced him. His dark cock and balls hung large and limp and his nipples stood out dark on his chest. But their nakedness seemed to invite abuse to be done to them rather than the aura of the abuser that used to surround him. He'd fallen far and fast. And, for the first time, I saw it reflected in his posture. His shoulders drooped some and his neck was now bent, rather than carrying his head at his former arrogant angle. Yes, he was becoming a unit of the LEA. Slapping his butt, Malloy ordered him to go to the seatless toilet nearby.

"Face the toilet and bend over," he ordered. "Put your hands on the rim and wait."

"Yes sir," he answered and, for the first time, did as he was told without protest or resistance. It amazed me that he had become so compliant. I suppose your brain can override an urge to fight when you realize that fighting is futile. I looked around and saw the guards wheel an upright stand over that had a bulging rubber bag hanging from it. The bag had a tube coming out the end. Looking back at Barnes, I saw that he saw it as well and I could see that he began to shake and turned his head back toward the wall. Bent at the waist, resting his hands on the rim, he waited. I remembered how it was for me my first time: a cold finger at the opening of my anus and then inside me; my reflexes trying to push it back out as I groaned. I remembered like it was yesterday, but it also seemed like it was from a distant past.

"Relax boy," Malloy ordered, slapping 133's butt hard. "This is going to happen one way or the other. It'll be easier if you relax and let us do our job."

"Yes sir," he grunted, and I could see Malloy wriggling his finger inside the unit.

Malloy removed his finger and almost immediately replaced it with the nozzle on the end of the tubing. Then the water began to fill 133's gut. Malloy stood beside him, squeezing the enema bag and rubbing his belly as it filled with warm liquid. He turned his head to the side and I could see the look of shock and shame on his face and there were tears in his eyes, but also rage. He raised his eyes to mine and I knew that, if he'd been able to free himself at that moment, I'd have been a dead unit.

"That's a good boy," Malloy cooed, massaging his abdomen.

He groaned deeply and I could see his belly swelling with the liquid and I knew the cramps would have started. The frequency of his groans increased, followed by gasps as his body was wracked with his muscles clenching, trying to expel the fluid.

"That's my boy. You're doing fine. It won't be too much longer," Malloy said, rubbing his distended belly.

"I need to shit!" 133 gasped. "I need to shit!"

"Hold on boy," Malloy said, spanking his butt. "And you're forgetting yourself boy. The proper form is 'Please, Sir, I need to shit, Sir!' and don't you forget it. The next time you address a superior without the 'sir' you'll truly regret it. I'd give you a dose of the stunner right now for that but there'd be shitty water all over the place and you'd be in no shape to clean up after yourself. So shut up and remember what you've become. Is that clear pig?"

"Yes sir," Barnes barked as Malloy's hand made hard contact with his butt.

Finally, Malloy pulled the tube out of his rectum.

"Keep those muscles clenched," he warned. "Don't lose any!"

He helped him turn around and lowered him toward the cold porcelain rim of the bowl.

"OK, you can let it go," he said.

Before his legs hit the rim, his sphincter had released and his abdominals began to spasm to expel the liquid. He moaned and shook as powerful spurts of dirty water spewed out of his ass, accompanied by the sounds and smells of wet farting and his deep groans that originated with each contraction of his belly.

Finally, it was over. Malloy pulled him to his feet and examined the water in the bowl, squinching up his nose at the odor.

"Another," was all he said and Barnes groaned, knowing that they would do this until the water was clean.

Malloy flushed the toilet, turned him around and pushed him down onto the rim once more. Whitfield took the bag and filled it again. Once more, there was the finger lubing his anus and the hated nozzle invading his most private orifice. This time, however, he hung his head between his bracing arms. The first enema had taken some of the fight out of him, along with the shit. His groans were less intense and he seemed to be getting more used to the invasion. When Malloy finally permitted him to relieve himself, the water seemed reasonably clean. He looked up at him hopefully. Would that be enough? Malloy pulled him to his feet and examined the bowl.

"Good," he said, satisfied. "That's fine. Alright, bend again and grab your ankles."

133 did so. Malloy took some paper from a roll and wiped his ass dry with it. He flushed from the shame of it. Everything they did to him reminded him that he was without status. Now, he refused to raise his head to avoid the chance of seeing who else was looking at him as he was treated to this humiliation.

When he finished wiping him, Malloy took a dollop of lube and pushed it into his rectum and then slapped his ass again.

"You've done well boy," the officer said, but without kindness or warmth. "Now it's time for you to find out what being a new recruit really means. Take this unit to the horse."

Shaiman and Sommers, pulling his arms behind his back, cuffed the unit. They grabbed him by the arms and dragged him to the horse on the other side of the room. They pulled him onto it and fastened wide leather straps across his lower and upper back, pinning him to the apparatus with his back end hanging off the horse, leaving his cock and balls dangling. Then Shaiman got an O ring gag and moved to put it on the unit. When he clamped his jaws shut, Shaiman sighed wearily and nodded to Sommers, who took a wide leather belt and began slashing at 133's exposed ass and cock and balls. When he opened his mouth in a cry of pain and surprise, Shaiman quickly pushed the ring in and buckled the straps behind his head, lodging the gag in place.

"I'm not willing to risk you using the one weapon you have left to do injury to another unit, so we'll just keep your teeth out of the way for you," grinned Malloy.

"You two," he said, looking at 059 and me. "Get over here. I need you to initiate this unit into his new status."

This time, we were the ones grinning. We knew what was expected and it was a duty we were happy to perform.

"059, it will be your task to fuck the new unit. 035, you will give him his first lesson in sucking. Then again, I'm sure he's had plenty of experience being on the receiving end of that so we'll expect him to remember what he's enjoyed in the past and give it to you. If he fails to get both of you off within 20 minutes, he'll be assigned to remedial.

"And trust me," he said, bending to look into 133's eyes, "remedial isn't what you want. The teachers there are really tough! But you know that don't you boy?"

For the first time, 133 looked truly frightened. He nodded vigorously. Yes, he did know he didn't want to be sent to remedial. Malloy smirked.

"Nothing quite like having one of these up your ass!" he leered, brandishing his stunner

The unit was right to be frightened. I'd known units who'd been through "remedial", as did the new unit. He'd probably seen to it that some units that didn't please him were sent to remedial. The stunner up the ass paralyzes the sphincters so that they constantly had shit leaking and dribbling down their legs. My guess was, from the look on his face that this unit had tried this out on other hapless units in the past and knew quite well what the effects were. The problem is, once a unit's no longer good for fucking because he can't tighten his anus, his only other use is sucking and if he isn't good at that... well, the less said, the better. Sometimes these sociologically former men were turned into physically former men through the removal of their testicles and penises. These units usually found some way to end their lives, rather than live as neuters.

Barnes again shook his head side to side. Losing his genitals was the last thing he wanted. He would cooperate and do as he was ordered. Duncan got behind him and stroked himself to an erection. Then, grabbing 133's hips, he plunged into the darkness and heat in one stroke. Barnes howled in pain and in that moment, I plugged his mouth with my cock. Duncan and I went to it with abandon, thrilled with the opportunity to return what both of us had received from this brute. In all likelihood, he would never have another chance to brutalize anyone again. As we fucked him, we kept up a running litany of what a nothing he now was: cunt, pussy, ass- slime, shithead, piss drinker, cock-sucker. The anger was still in his eyes but resignation was beginning to crowd it out. With each stroke, front and rear, his resistance was being worn down and we both received a sense of strength, knowing that this sadist was being reduced to a sex slave.

Our excitement rose as he worked to satisfy his initiators before the allotted twenty minutes were up. He clenched his ass (I could see his glutes working) and worked his tongue and throat against my cock. Seeing him working to serve for the first time in his life took me higher and higher. I saw Duncan's wonderful cock pistoning in and out of 133's ass and watched his belly quake as he thrust into the unit's hole repeatedly. Then, my eyes traveled upward and met Duncan's as we fucked and insulted 133. In his eyes, I saw a look of horror and realized it must have been mirrored in my own: the monster that had been in Barnes had transmuted itself into us. We had become him. We were behaving like sadistic fuckers just as he had when he'd been free to do so. The surprise and horror stopped the words in our mouths and we looked away from one another in shame. We continued to fuck in silence broken only by the sounds of 133's sucking lips and tongue and the sounds of flesh slamming into flesh from his backside.

Finally, we each, in turn, came in his orifices. Then we pulled out and pissed on him: I in his face and on his head, Duncan on his back. It was no longer an act of triumph or vengeance, but one of requirement: this was necessary to pull him into the orbit of the LEA and utterly break his spirit. As I sprayed him, I ordered him to swallow what he could, but he couldn't keep up. Piss ran into his defeated eyes, down his cheeks and into his mouth as he gulped it. What he couldn't swallow dripped down his chin and onto the floor.

"Eighteen minutes. Not bad. Looks like he'll be spared remedial for now. Take him to the cell block," Malloy ordered. "Let the piss dry on him as a reminder of his status. We'll meet you on the floor."

"Yes sir," we answered in concert.

We took him off the horse and hauled him upstairs to the floor at the base of the cell block. There was no more fight in him by now. When we arrived, many of the units were gathered along the walkways overlooking the floor.

"Word has preceded you, boy," I said, pulling 133's cuffed hands further up his back, forcing a grunt from him. "Seems like your reputation has preceded you too. You may find things here a bit more challenging than your previous life." I laughed. For once, the LEA was "taking care" of someone who truly deserved it.

Then I saw it and I whistled low. "This will take care of any fight that's left in you boy. I don't know how long it'll take, but the stocks will take all the shit out of you and leave you crying."

There, against the wall, was a set of stocks: the same device I'd been subjected to for a brief time that seemed all too long when I'd first been taken into custody; the device to which, and in which, all new recruits are subjected. The Authority uses the stocks to complete the breaking of men into units ready and willing to be dominated by free men.

It was a box-like structure, which was about seven feet tall, four feet wide and four feet deep. There was the familiar outline of a human body and the pieces for locking the unit into place. Shaiman and Sommers pushed 133 into the box and forced him up onto the platform. Then they adjusted the height on the neckpiece, and, uncuffing his hands, placed his wrists in the appropriate indentations before locking the frontpiece in place. He tried meagerly to resist them but, with his hands and neck enclosed in the top part of the stocks, there was nothing he could do to avoid his fate: his conversion into an obedient, subservient unit of the LEA. Tears sprang to his eyes as the realization sank into him that this would, indeed, be his destiny. He might have once been a captain of industry; a user and abuser of men, but those days were over. He was being turned into a slave of the state and he knew that, when his conversion was completed, he would only be able to obey his superiors, which included just about everyone, including more senior units such as Duncan and me.

The next step was to place his legs in the lower stocks. Shaiman and Sommers roughly pulled his legs apart and fit them into the indentations for the ankles. Then they swung the opposing half to meet its mate, allowing the officers to immobilize the unit's lower body. They took another plank with a single small hole in its center and latched to the front of the box, adjusting it so that it was the same height as 133's genitals. Then Sommers pulled his hips forward until they touched the plank and lifted his cock and balls into the indentation before closing the top half and latching it down. He was now in stocks on top, middle and bottom. It was easy to see he was uncomfortable; those of us who'd experienced the stocks, and that was every one of us, knew he was uncomfortable and they hadn't started with the electrical stimulation.

Malloy grabbed a sealed plastic envelope, which he opened and pulled out the electrical accoutrements. There was a metal butt plug, a sound, a collar and alligator clamps. First, he greased the butt plug and held it up for the new unit's inspection. The unit's eyes grew wide, knowing where it was intended to go. Truth be told, it was a good-sized butt plug for a virgin hole and 133 looked appropriately distressed. Malloy reached between 133's legs and pushed the plug in. He wasn't gentle about it and 133 grunted and moaned with pain. Then Malloy attached the clamps to 133's virgin tits, causing the unit to hiss as the teeth bit into his tender flesh. Then he applied some jelly to the sound and lifted 133's sizable cock. He squeezed the tip to dilate the slit and inserted the sound, pushing slowly but steadily. Holding the unit's dick in the palm of his hand, he inserted the sound inch by inch. When it was in far enough, he produced a smaller collar, which he slid over the end of the sound, sliding it down until it touched the unit's dick. He wrapped the sides of the collar around his corona and snapped it closed, locking the sound in so that it wouldn't be accidentally expelled. Then he snapped the flexible collar around his cock and balls. He clipped a wire onto the end of the sound, attached the leads coming from his ass, penis, groin and tits to the electrical box and keyed in some instructions. He placed a blindfold over the unit's eyes, buckling it behind his head and lastly, pulling his mouth open, place a penis gag between his teeth, again, buckling the strap behind his head.

"Units of the Labor Enforcement Authority!" Malloy shouted to the units in the cell-block, "you see here a new unit who has been brought down. He sought to deceive and steal from the Authority and, as a result, has been taken under care of the Authority to teach him the error of his ways. He will remain here in the stocks for the next 18 hours as the next step in his conversion into a unit of the LEA. Once he is released from the stocks, he will be subject to lessons from all of you in how a unit properly conducts himself."

Malloy flipped the switch and the first jolt hit him. He screamed around the gag as it passed through his penis and up his spine. Spit bubbles were popping around the gag as he strained to breathe and scream, almost simultaneously. You could almost see the wave of electricity flowing upwards into his brain. His pelvis jerked, yanking his genitals against their imprisoning stocks and turning his scream to a groan. Then another to both his tits, making his chest spasm as it sought to pull away from the pain. He gasped for breath, trying to fight off the nausea when a jolt shot into his groin from the collar encircling his genitals. Once more he tried to pull away and found that caused another kind of pain, as though his sex organs would be ripped off his body. Tears sprang to his eyes and began to stream down his cheeks. Almost before he could breathe, the current coursed through the butt plug into his rectum, causing him to spasm again as his body sought escape from its torture.

You could see him fight to control his reactions, to get control over his breathing and maintain his sanity. The problem was that the electrical stimulation seemed random. Sometimes all points, sometimes this one, sometimes that one. One level of current, followed by a different level the next time. Sometimes pleasure; sometimes pain. The randomness made it difficult for him to prepare himself and control his body's responses. Sometimes he was moaning in arousal; sometimes in pain and terror. Each surge of current flashed in his brain like a lightning bolt and reverberated inside his skull. Soon he was exhausted and gave up fighting it. The jolts continued to pass through him and he surrendered to the pain, becoming a weeping, groaning, jerking mass of flesh as each of us had done in our turn in the stocks.

I was enthralled watching this man who had been the bane of my existence and who, possibly, had brought about my own arrest and humiliation. My sense of revulsion that any human being should be treated this way was mixed with an equal sense of delight in my revenge: if anyone deserved it, he did. Then, I felt Duncan next to me and looked into his eyes. What if I'd never been taken under care? What if I'd never met Duncan? Was my previous life any better than what I had now? At least, I'd learned about love... I could no longer imagine life without him, even in these constrained, controlled circumstances.

"035! The Administrator wants to see you. Get to his office now and don't keep him waiting!" Officer Malloy was looking at me, not without kindness.

"Yes sir," I answered and high-tailed it up to my Administrator's office.

I knocked on the door and he told me to come in. I entered and stood in presentation stance, hands behind head, feet spread to expose my genitals and pelvis with my chest thrust forward.

"At ease 035," he said, looking up from his papers.

I assumed the appropriate position, hands behind my back, head down but still with pelvis and chest pushed forward.

My Administrator got up from his chair and came around to sit on the edge of his desk.

"I'm wondering, 035, whether you might know something about an e- mail?"

"An e-mail sir? Why would I know about an e-mail?" I asked nervously but trying to sound innocent. I didn't know where this was leading and needed to keep my wits about me.

"As you're well aware, the LEA arrested the former William Barnes today and is in the process of converting him to be a unit. He was arrested as the result of an e-mail exposing certain financial improprieties that were taking place under his direction. The LEA has seized his assets, which amounts to around $30 billion. That's billion with a 'b'. You may not realize this, but a windfall of this size is most welcomed by the Authority. The Authority would like to reward the whistle-blower and we thought you might have some idea of who that person is, since you were working inside Barnes Industries at the time. Any ideas?"

I pondered this a moment. Reward? What sort of reward might that be? Perhaps...

"Are you referring to an e-mail outlining Mr. Barnes's plans for shifting funds to an untraceable account and providing an account trail? It might have begun 'I'm writing to inform you of some financial transactions of which you may not be aware.' Is that the sort of e-mail you're referring to?"

My Administrator's eyebrows lifted slightly and the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Possibly," he stated, deadpan.

"I might be aware of such an e-mail." I paused. "Might I ask, sir?"

"Yes 035?"

"What might be the nature of the reward the Authority would consider offering?" I swallowed hard and felt a twinge of anxiety right at the base of my scrotum.

My Administrator paused.

"I've been authorized to offer the responsible party half a million dollars; a small fraction of the assets confiscated by the Authority. And a pass to whatever destination that party may desire."

Now I really swallowed hard. A free pass?

"Would that mean emancipation sir? I mean if the party is a unit under care of the Authority?"

He looked at me levelly.

"It would."

I flushed from the tips of my toes to my head. Sweat ran down my forehead and chest.

"Sir, I can't believe it. A pass to any destination? Freedom?"

"Yes 035, freedom."

I stepped forward and fell to my knees to kiss his feet.

"Thank you sir, thank you. I can't believe it. That's not why I did it."

"And why did you do it?" he asked coolly.

I gulped. How could I tell him? Or did he already know? What would happen to Duncan?

"Sir," I croaked. "I did it because he hurt 112115-059 so badly. I was afraid he was going to bleed to death. I swore to myself I'd pay him back for hurting him that way. I wasn't expecting to be rewarded, let alone released."

He placed his hand on my head and then took my arm and lifted me to my feet.

"You're a free man now Mr. Swainton. You are eligible for immediate release on my authorization."

"But sir?" I hesitated.

"Yes?"

"What about 059? What's to become of him?"

"He has five years left on his sentence before he's eligible for release. He will have to stay."

Tears welled up in my eyes. "Stay? I can't leave him here. I can't."

"That's a choice you can make. If you wish to renounce your emancipation, you may do so. I can have the proper papers drawn up. Is that what you really want?"

I thought long and hard about it.

"Sir?" I ventured, raising my eyes...

Executive Slave -- Chapter 42

I returned to the cellblock. Duncan was there in his cell waiting for me. I took his hand and he drew me in. We slept together that night, spooned as we had the first night. He fucked me tenderly and I was so grateful to have him in me again.

The next morning, we looked down and saw the unit, 133, slumped in the stocks. His moans were ragged and his breathing rough. At noon, the officers released him and he collapsed. Then, as Malloy stood in front of him, he got to his hands and knees and crawled to Malloy to kiss his shoes. Malloy opened his fly and took out his cock and 133 opened his mouth to receive it, murmuring his thank you sirs. Now that he'd been broken he would undergo training to become a capable unit, ready to be fucked and to suck. Ready to give men pleasure, rather than pain.

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Epilogue:

I'm bound to a horse with my nether regions hanging off the end. My cock and balls are stretched and my ass is filled with his cock. He is spanking my butt, making me groan and whimper in pleasure while he pulls on the chain clutched in his teeth that's attached to the clamps on my nipples. My sphincter contracts with each blow, squeezing his cock and increasing the heat in my anus. He comes with a shout and collapses on my back, breathing hard.

I crane my head around to kiss him. I needed this so badly. One of the important things I've learned from the LEA is that I love being abused.

"Thanks Duncan, that was wonderful," I sigh.

He pulls out of me and releases my bonds.

"OK, Cliff, now it's my turn," he says, slapping my butt again.

And how did this happen, you might ask? Well, I asked my Administrator if it was legal for a free man to purchase the remainder of a unit's sentence. The answer was yes.

At first, Duncan objected but when I explained that the only reason I had the money was because of my love for him and that if he refused me, I'd just as soon remain at the Center, he saw the light. So for $100 thousand I emancipated Duncan. We journeyed northeast to the Maine Freestate and opened a restaurant that only serves breakfast and lunch so we have afternoons and evenings to ourselves. Now we can live together without fear of discovery or reprisal. Duncan spends his early mornings keeping in shape by kneading the bread we serve and I keep the heat up by working behind the grill.

So if on some warm summer night you find yourself strolling though a pleasant Maine village and hear, through an open basement window the faint hiss of a whip or an echoing moan, you'll know that two former units are sharing a happiness and fulfillment that was the unintended gift of the Authority.

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