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 fought to control my reactions, to get control over my breathing and maintain my sanity. The problem was that the electrical stimulation seemed to be random. Sometimes all points, sometimes this one, sometimes that one.
One level of current, followed by a different level the next time. The randomness made it difficult to prepare myself and control my body's responses. Each surge of current flashed in my brain like a lightning bold and reverberated inside my skull. Soon I was exhausted and gave up fighting it. The jolts continued to pass through me and I surrendered to the pain, becoming a weeping, groaning, jerking mass of flesh like those units similarly imprisoned beside me. I understood the terror of the stocks. God help me! If I survived this I'd do anything not to come back here again.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 12
I was in hell; I knew it. At least if I'd believed in hell, this was what it must be like. Weeping, gnashing my teeth (or I would have if it hadn't been for the bit between my teeth), jerking spasmodically as the electric currents attacked my body, making me pull painfully on my genitals or choking me as I sought to relieve the pressure on my cock and balls. How long it went on, I don't know. Like my fellow units, I became lost in my own tortured universe. I was aware of their cries and moans that echoed mine but they only added to the torment by making me realize that others were in as much agony as I was. I was weak with exhaustion though periodically Liebnicz (or I assume it was Liebnicz) came and shoved the nipple of a water bottle through my bit and forced me to drink. The fact that my urethra was filled with the sound and I was unable to empty my bladder must have been part of the torture for after a while, my bladder felt as though it would burst. Some of the fluid was released in my sweat but not enough to relieve my bulging bladder.
I'd been hanging there a while when 073's cries and moans went silent. I figured he must have passed out because soon, Liebnicz was at his cubicle reviving him. Soon after, the sounds of his agony returned. How cruel! To find escape in unconsciousness only to be forced back to awareness so that the torture could continue.
I was beginning to think I might be losing my mind when suddenly, the current stopped. I felt hands on my body, first releasing my genitals from their stocks. Then my feet were freed and finally my arms and neck. Immediately, I collapsed to the floor but was caught in someone's strong arms. I could tell from the way the arms felt that was 059 who held me up.
"It's OK boy. It's over. You're finished," he whispered, stroking my face and soothing the abrasions around my neck where I'd yanked against the imprisoning stocks.
Liebnicz grasped my sore cock and pulled the sound from it. I started to cry out, feeling my piss flooding out to find its release. But he must have done this enough to know and had a bottle at the ready, which he placed the end of my cock in to permit me to urinate. My relief was immense. 059 removed the blindfold from my eyes and I squinted in the light, even though the room was dimly lit. Having spent several hours in complete blackness, my eyes must have been quite dilated. Leibnicz took the bit from my mouth and I flexed my jaw in relief.
"Thank you sir," I said, truly grateful to get that thing out of my mouth.
059 removed the clamps from my tits and bent to kiss them, soothing some of the pain away with his tongue and lips. I placed my hands on his head, so grateful for the small comfort he was giving me. He lifted away from my chest and helped me to my feet.
"C'mon boy. Let's go to the showers. You'll need some food and then it'll be bed for you."
"Wait a minute," Liebnicz said, pointing at my Manguard and nipple cones.
I groaned at the idea of have to wear those cones when my tits were all chewed up from the teeth of the clamps but I knew there was no use objecting. Liebnicz coated the insides of the cups and my swollen nipples with the joining compound in the tube and affixed them to my nips. Then he pulled my dick through the Manguard and buckled it on.
"Now you can go," he said. "I hope you don't have to make another trip to see me."
"Yes Sir," I answered as emphatically as I could. I certainly agreed with him.
059 helped me along the corridors as we went back upstairs to the floor where the cellblock was located. He explained some of what I'd been through.
"You made a mistake today. You should be glad you got away with a lenient sentence. Most new units are subjected to the stocks whether they're guilty of a major infraction or not. It's a teaching tool to let you know what the Authority can subject you to if you screw up. 073 has been a problem from the beginning and his Administrator decided that the stocks were the only way to break him. When he's finished, there won't be anything left to fight with. He'll be as docile as a kitten. Then his Administrator can train him to do the things a unit needs to do. Even though you bit your Administrator, he realized you were tired and he gave you a short introduction."
"God," I groaned. "If that was an introduction, I don't want to get to know it well."
"No you don't," 059 agreed. "I've seen very strong men reduced to mindless nothings in the stocks. You're a tender person and you might not have lasted through an extended session."
I leaned against 059's strong body.
"Thank you," I said.
"For what?" he asked.
"For taking care of me. I'm so glad I have you." I lifted my head and smiled at him.
He looked down at me and smiled too, his eyes sparkling. He squeezed me close to him and his mouth started to open but then he stopped and blushed.
"This way," he said a little shakily, turning me down another corridor.
We showered, 059 washing my ravaged body gently, taking special care with the abrasions on my neck and behind my cock and balls. He dried me and led me back to our cell. The external working units were just arriving and beginning their evening processing to return them to Center resident status, shedding their clothes and presenting themselves for inspection. Dinner was delivered and all units tucked into their food. I was almost too tired to eat though. 059 coaxed me, holding pieces of food up to my mouth.
"Come on my boy. You need to eat," he said, pushing the food against my lips. "You have to keep your strength up. You're going to have another day with your Administrator tomorrow and you don't want to be less than your best. If he sends you back to the stocks again, you might not survive. Come on."
Realizing that the alternative might lead to recycling, I concentrated on getting my dinner down before I passed out. I'd just finished the last bit and fell asleep in my mentor's arms. I awoke during the night and for several moments was unsure of where I was. There was an arm across my chest, holding me down and I started to struggle to get loose. Then I grabbed the arm and realized it was 059's. It was my mentor. I wasn't a free man; I was a unit under the care of the LEA. I was a slave in my own country because I'd tried to defy the Authority. Tears came to my eyes and I clutched at my mentor's arm. He was warm and solid. I cried quietly, shaking some and holding his arm. His penis between my legs stirred and began to lengthen and stiffen, reaching into my anus. His arm tightened around me and pulled my body closer to his.
"It's alright boy; I'm here," he said. "I'll take care of you. Don't cry. You'll be alright."
"Thank you," I said softly and snuggled against him. I felt the warmth of his chest hair against my back and the mounds of his pecs with their points poking into my shoulder blades. If I had to be here; I was glad I was with him. Once again, I fell asleep, cuddled in his arms like a lover.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 13
I spent the next several days in training under my Administrator's desk. He taught me techniques in pleasuring a man and worked my nipples at various times during the day. By the end of my first week under care, my nipples were larger and rougher, becoming more like 059's, albeit not so large. 059 told me that when they'd gotten large enough, I'd get my Humalon implants to permanently expand and lengthen them. I'd taken to noticing other units' chests in the showers and cells and noted that the units who'd been under care for a longer period all had nipples that jutted at least 3/8 of an inch from their aureoles. Some protruded as much as half an inch.
After a week, my Administrator had me stand in position before climbing into my cubbyhole under his desk. He produced some sort of hand-held pump with which he applied clear tubes to my nipples. My cones were pulled into the tubes, expanding to at least half and inch long. Looking down at my swollen tits made my penis surge inside my Manguard. I realized that the idea that I was going to have large nipples like other units had become arousing to me. Something was happening in my mind: I was becoming bent.
"This is the next step. I like the way these are growing. We should be ready for your implants by the end of next week," he said, looking down at my suctioned tits.
"You've been here a week 035?" my Administrator asked after he'd put the pump back in his desk.
"Yes sir," I answered. "One week today."
"And you're learning the rules from your mentor?"
"Yes sir. Thank you sir. He's most helpful."
"Good. That's what I'd expect of a unit with his experience. And you haven't had an emission since you arrived?"
"Sir? An emission?"
"You haven't come?"
"No sir, not since my first day when I was initiated."
"I see. Well I think we need to care for that. It's time you were milked. I'll mention it to 059 and we'll get you milked this afternoon. I'm very pleased with your progress 035 and it shouldn't be too long till you're joining the external working units on assignment. In spite of the episode that forced me to send you to the stocks, you've done very well. I also trust that your time in the stocks helped convince you of the importance of docility."
"Yes sir, thank you sir," I answered, looking at the floor as I remembered my time down there. I most assuredly did not want to go back and could see why the unit had behaved so badly my first night here when the guard sent him down.
"Alright 035, get to your position. You know the routine. Show me whether you're ready for the next stage in your training."
I demonstrated all my techniques according to his instructions. It's important to realize that a unit's job isn't just to get a man off. That may be the ultimate goal but a man brings in a unit for the entire day, as my Administrator was teaching me, and the unit's purpose was to keep the man's penis and balls warm and aroused for an extended period without necessarily getting him off. Everything had to be done according to the wishes of the man the unit was serving. Most clients were executives who enjoyed not only having their penises in a warm, wet mouth but also enjoyed the sense of domination they got when a unit submitted to their every whim. If a client asked a unit to crawl naked across the floor of his office, the unit would do so. If a client needed to piss in his unit's mouth, the unit would serve as toilet. If a client wanted a unit to fuck himself on the toe of the client's shoe, the unit would mount the shoe. Ours was not to question our clients; ours was to give them what they wanted.
I was singing around my Administrator's dick when he ordered me to stop.
"I need to piss," he said. "You know what to do."
I did know and I did it. I pulled back slightly on his tumescent cock and opened my throat as the warm stream started. I swallowed large gulps as rapidly as I could so as not to get behind. It was essential when doing urinal duty, to keep up because the unit didn't want to have the piss leaking out of his mouth and wetting the client's trousers. That could possibly lead to recycling but almost assuredly would lead to a time in the stocks. I was becoming pretty proficient at urinal duty, my secret being to learn to enjoy the flavor and temperature and to focus on the flesh in my mouth rather than on my stomach. That way I could continue swallowing as long as the stream continued. I'd learned that a bladder can't possibly hold more than a stomach so I just needed to overcome the illusion that my stomach would fill up while my client peed in my mouth. I'd also learned that a unit should start swallowing as soon as he feels the piss entering the urethra so that the action has already commenced by the time the urine reaches the unit's mouth.
When my Administrator was finished, I sucked his tube dry and awaited his next order.
"Come out from under the desk 035. I want to test your looseness," he said casually.
I climbed out and assumed the appropriate position on my knees.
"Get up and lean across my desk on your belly."
I did as he ordered.
"Now reach back and pull your ass open."
Again, I followed his orders, reaching back and pulling my ass cheeks apart.
Then I felt the tip of his cock at my hole. He slid his head inside my sphincter and I clutched at it, humming my pleasure. My nights with 059 inside me had taught my hole the wondrousness of being filled by a man. I felt him entering inch by inch and soon felt his pubes against my butt.
"Very good," he said, stroking my round globes. "You've done very well. I'm quite pleased."
"Thank you sir," I gasped, pleased that he was pleased; pleased to have him in me, filling the emptiness.
He gripped my hips and began to thrust while my fingers curled with the delight of being used, digging into my own buttocks.
"I'm going to finish," he said. "I'll let you go for a milking this afternoon."
His movements sped up and he was digging his fingers into my hip bones as he slammed me against his desk. My voice rose in an extended groan that was punctuated by grunts with each of his thrusts into my fuck chute. I thought he was almost there when he stopped and pulled out.
"Turn over and lie on your back boy," he ordered.
I lay across his desk, positioning myself so that my butt was at the edge of the work surface.
"Lift your legs."
I grabbed my calves and pulled my legs up to expose my hole whereupon he held his dick against my juicy cunt and slid in once again. Then he began to fuck me with abandon. As he fucked, he told me that I belonged to the Authority, that I was a fuck slave for free men and that I had no purpose but to be fucked and give men pleasure. It was an Authority official's version of trash talking. I answered everything he said to me with a "Yes sir" because I knew it was true and it made me feel good to acknowledge it while he possessed me and fucked my ass. I was a cunt slave boy and would be for the rest of my life.
My Administrator's thrusts quickly became rapid and then spastic as he was seized by the throes of orgasm. He shouted and went rigid as his cock spilled its seed into my gut. Then he partially collapsed on top of me, breathing rapidly as he came down.
"Thank you sir," I murmured and found my hands on his head, my fingers running through his hair.
I realized he hadn't given me permission to touch him but I quickly weighed the wisdom of withdrawing my hands in the possible impression that I found him repulsive, which was far from the truth. In fact, I'd become quite attached to him even though he'd sent me to the stocks. As I thought about it afterwards, I realized that he'd done it for my own good, only wanting me to be the best unit I could be. That hard lesson might serve to save me from recycling in the future so I had to be grateful for it. Thus I left my hands on his head, stroking his hair and thanking him for his gift to me.
After a couple of minutes, he straightened up and pulled himself out of my ass.
"That was quite fine 035. Now clean me and then it will be time for my lunch."
I climbed off his desk, taking care to keep my sphincter clenched so as not to leak his sperm on the floor. I crawled to him and took his deflating penis in my mouth, licking the jism and mucus off of it and sucking the remaining ejaculate out of his piss channel. Then I sat back on my heels.
"Thank you sir," I said, lowering my head. "Thank you for your gift."
"You're welcome boy," he said, placing his hand on my head.
I felt the warmth of his touch and his blessing on me and I flushed a deep red. He picked up his phone and keyed an extension.
"This is Curtis. Send 101818-059 up to my office to pick up his trainee. The boy needs a milking," he said and hung up.
He turned to me and took my nipples in his hands.
"These are coming along so well," he said, twisting them and making me groan with mixed pleasure and pain. "I can't wait to see them with the implants. But I'll be patient. The time will come."
Shivers were running up and down my spine and my legs were trembling as he worked my tits. Like him, I couldn't wait to see what they were like when I'd been given my implants. My perceptions were being altered to the point that I thought a man without big, long nipples looked immature, regardless of the status of his body hair and his apparent age. We novices were easy to spot because of our shaved bodies and the smallness of our points. I realized that my own nipples were now much larger than they had been when I was first taken under care. Then, they had been flat, boyish coins on my chest. Now they stood erect and available for a man's use. I liked my new profile.
Executive Slave -- Chapter 14
059 knocked and entered my Administrator's office.
"Take 035 down for a milking. He's been here a week and needs to be kept in good condition. I'd say give him a forty-five. Then he can spend the rest of the day with you. A little practice on his anal muscle control would be a profitable use of both your time," my Administrator instructed.
"Yes sir, thank you sir," 059 answered and took my arm.
"Thank you sir," I said and we turned to leave his office.
"Oh, 059!" the Administrator called after us.
"Yes sir," 059 answered, turning back.
"How long since you've been milked?"
My mentor hesitated. "About nine days sir," he finally said.
"Obviously an oversight. Tell the attendant that you should be milked as well. Make it an hour and a half."
059 swallowed hard. "Yes sir," he said hoarsely and we walked out of my Administrator's office.
"Sir?" I asked 059 quietly as we walked down the stairs.
"Yes boy," he answered.
"What's a milking like? Is it what I think it is?"
He looked at me and smiled grimly
"It is and it isn't. It's more. Probably more than you'll want. The idea is two-fold. The first is to maintain each unit's prostate health. Regular orgasms are part of that. Doctors have known for decades that a male needs to come to avoid prostate problems. The second part is to reinforce for you that your body is not your own. You will take no active part in your milking. Your semen will be taken in a manner that suits the Authority's needs. That's the more difficult part. When men masturbate, they don't take to long to come, once they get started. When you're milked... well, you'll see. Anyway, the milk is then sold to individuals or clubs that enjoy drinking cum-based concoctions. This way," he said, directing me down a hallway near the cellblock.
We walked into a large room that was covered with white tiles, floor, walls and ceiling. There were stations around the walls, each identifiable by the outline of a spread-eagled man traced on the wall in smaller tiles. Some of the stations were in use with men pinned to the wall and hoses protruding from their groins. I couldn't take my eyes off them. 059 spoke to the officer in charge and then directed me to an empty station in the corner.
"Back against the wall," the officer said. "Spread arms and legs to match the outline."
As I complied, 059 was doing the same at the station on the other wall of the corner to my right. When we were in position, brackets slid out of the wall and looped over our wrists and ankles, locking us in place. I flashed back on the stocks and struggled to get free.
"No, no, no," I cried. "Please don't do this!"
"035!" 059 said sharply. "Calm down. Be still; this is not punishment. You'll be fine. I'm right here beside you. Now settle down."
I took a deep breath, struggling to control my limbs and the sense of panic I felt when the brackets locked me against the wall. An armature rose from the floor in front of me with a round, tube-like apparatus on the end of it.
The armature rose until the apparatus was directly in front of my groin. Then the officer came and removed my Manguard. My cock was semi-erect but apparently not ready to be milked. The guard pulled suction tubes from the wall on either side of my body and attached them to my nipples. Then he pressed a button and the suction devices began working on my nipples, sucking and "chewing" on them with some sort of mechanism inside the tubes as my cock began to rise in response to the stimulation. I watched him perform the same procedure on 059 since he was also not yet adequately aroused. Actually, it helped me to watch him. I watched his masculine body respond to the stimulation and saw the looks of pleasure and arousal that crossed his face and I began to get even harder. I watched his penis fill and lengthen, growing long and thick, dark with blood, and remembered it filling me and I began to moan in need.
After several minutes of this, the attending officer came back to me and held my cock while he maneuvered the apparatus into place, inserting my hard dick into it and flipping a button. As the sensations began to hit me, I watched him put 059 into his device and could see my own responses mirrored in his face. The feeling was incredible: suction, massage, tickling and pulling all at the same time. Then the stimulations alternated in random order. It was almost too much. I began to pant and moan. Oh was I ever ready! After all, it had been a week! Let me come. Please let me come. But just as my cock began to throb and my hips to jerk, the stimulation stopped. Something inside the apparatus clamped down on the tip of my cock head, pulling me abruptly back from the brink. I groaned and sagged against my bindings. Then, as my cock began to relax, it started again, this time adding nipple stimulation. Sucking, massaging, pulling, tickling, chewing. Sensation on top of sensation. Once again, I moved up the hill and toward the brink. I panted, I moaned, I jerked, I throbbed and the clamp pressed into me, pulling me back from the edge.
Before the next round of stimulation began, I felt something extend from the wall behind me and press against my anus. It began vibrating and pressing into my puckered bud as the stimulation to my penis and nipples was renewed.
I glanced at the clock and saw that only fifteen minutes had gone by since my milking had begun. Now I understood 059's lack of enthusiasm about this.
It wasn't at all like jerking off and coming whenever you were primed. This was intended to reinforce the Authority's domination of the unit; to let him know that he had no control in this environment and that sex was not for a unit's enjoyment. Already my balls and cock were beginning to ache and I still had half and hour to go. I looked at 059 and saw beads of sweat on his brow and the tension reflected in his bulging muscles. Obviously, this was something a unit didn't get used to. It would always be an exquisite form of torment.
The moaning from the units was a sound of anguished arousal. It was a primal mixture of pleasure and pain. When a unit had finished his "sentence" and was allowed to come, his roar was like that of an animal that has been wounded and ejaculated at the same time. I lost count of the number of times I was brought to the edge and denied. My penis hurt as though it had a heavy weight hanging from it while it tried to flex. I just wanted it to be over.
Finally, my time was up and, rather than pulling me back, the apparatus took me all the way and over the edge. A pained, ecstatic shout erupted from my mouth as hot semen shot from my piss slit and into the apparatus. I could see the jism being pumped out through the tube to a destination I didn't know. What they did with it after they'd pulled it from my body was beyond me, but I really didn't care. I hung there, my body sagging after releasing all the tension that had built up during the preceding forty-five minutes, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I did have to admit to myself that it was unlike any orgasm I'd had before. Sex with my wife had always been perfunctory and "professional". We never rutted like animals in heat. Being teased along for this extended period had raised my arousal level to previously unknown heights. Then, immediately after coming down, I realized that my cock still hurt badly and that the pain would probably not go away until I'd enjoyed the healing power of sleep.
The officer in charge came over and removed the apparatus from my penis. There was a small vacuum hose on the side, which he used to suck the residual cum from my piss slit and then he walked away, leaving me hanging there. Other units had been released as their milking was completed; why was I still pinned to the wall? Then I realized that I was a novice unit under the mentorship of 059 and couldn't leave without him so the officer had chosen to leave me where I was while 059's milking was completed. I didn't have anything else to do so I might as well stand there spread-eagled against the wall. With my own milking completed, I could better observe what 059 was going through. Waves of agony and arousal passed over his face as he was repeatedly taken to the edge and pulled back. I knew how his cock felt, having been subjected to the same torture myself and my own dick ached in sympathy. The sweat was pouring off of him, slicking down the hair on his body and making him shine like some sort of polished stone statue, which he could have passed for except for the movements of his body as his hips would begin to spasm and then the groaning tension as the end of his penis was pinched to jerk him back from the edge. He would sag against his bonds, only to be pulled up again and carried to the precipice.
"The edging increases output," the officer said, startling me. I had realized he was standing there beside me, watching 059.
"Sir," I asked.
"By taking a unit so close and pulling him back so many times, the output of the prostate is increased, giving us better return. We also find that the flavor is better because hormones become more concentrated," the guard said, absent-mindedly stroking his own crotch.
"What's the usual time a unit spends being milked?" I asked, figuring that as long as the officer was in a talkative mood, I might as well get more information.
"Oh forty-five minutes is fairly usual. An hour or more is for those who've gone a little too long without milking. See, a unit is expected to keep track of his milkings and let his in-charge know when it's time. However, some conveniently forget. I suppose I wouldn't be too anxious to bring it up either. But it's part of the discipline and it's what's expected. If you forget" to mention it to your in-charge, then you get an extra dose to encourage' you to keep up with your maintenance schedule. I remember one unit who had a real hard time remembering, so his in-charge ordered him to be milked for four hours. That finally got through to him. He never forgot after that. Of course, the fact that we added a hot vibrating dildo might have helped," he grinned.
I shuddered, having difficulty imagining this going on for four hours, let alone with a hot vibrating dildo up your fuck chute. I watched my 059 go through more cycles of rising and being jerked back and realized that perhaps he'd gone too many days without speaking up and so was getting a mild "reprimand". Finally, it was his time. He rose on the wave and this time, rather than being pulled back, his pelvic spasms continued and he screamed in a hoarse voice as the semen was pumped from his body. Wave after wave of cum slid down the tube and disappeared. He collapsed, hanging from his bindings, gasping for breath and then shuddering and moaning as the last few drops were drawn from his piss slit. The officer removed his apparatus and vacuumed the remnants out and released him, then released me. Since I'd had forty-five minutes to regain my strength, I was able to stand but 059 sank to the floor. I went to him and tried to help him to his feet.
"No, no, no," he mumbled. "Just let me rest a while. It's always like this for me. It takes me a few minutes," he said as he lay there panting and trembling.
I looked at his angry red and purple penis and my own dick throbbed. How it must have hurt at that moment! His scrotum was also deeply colored, having been flooded with blood for an hour and a half. I couldn't take my eyes off his genitals and gently reached for them, fascinated by their dark color. When I touched the head of his cock, he cried out and grabbed my wrist.
"Oh please, boy. Don't touch me; let me recover," he grimaced.
"I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to hurt you," I said, abashed that I hadn't controlled myself.
"That's OK. I understand. It's hard to imagine that cock and balls can look like this," he groaned.
I sat on the floor and took his head, placing it on my lap, stroking his sweaty brow and waiting. After a few minutes, the color began to fade from his genitals and his breathing became easier as his eyes became more focused. Finally, he groaned and rolled off my lap. He got to his feet and beckoned me to him. The officer in charge put my cock back inside my Manguard and locked it on which made me groan as he handled my sore organ. Then he said he'd see us in a week and we left. Both of us were walking a little stiffly because of the deep ache at the base of our penises. We headed back toward the cells.
"Your Administrator said that I should work your anal muscles this afternoon. Normally, I'd use my own cock to do that but the last thing I want now is to have you squeezing me. Let's go to a training room and I'll use other means," he said as he limped along.
We entered a room with an examination table with a padded top and stirrups. There were cupboards and drawers, which must have held various pieces of equipment for the purpose of training units for service under the Authority.
"Climb up on the table boy; on your back. Put your feet in the stirrups," he ordered.
"Yes sir," I responded and did as he instructed.
I lay there with my feet in the stirrups, my hole exposed, waiting for 059 to begin my training. My puckered lips winked in the cool air, asking to be stretched and used. 059 selected some sort of implement from the cupboard and got some sort of syringe from the drawer. I glanced at the syringe and saw that it didn't have a needle on the end but some type of tube. He inserted the tube into my ass lips and pushed on the plunger, squeezing in what I assumed to be a lube since it was cold and thick. Then he pulled the tube out and used a finger to spread the lube around the inside of my anus and rubbed some onto my puckered flesh.
"This will help," he said. "I'm going to insert this into your ass and crank it open. It's a variation on the speculum and is designed to open you up. The difference is it has a spring-loaded lever that you can work with your fuck muscles, just like a hand gripper is used to strengthen your hand.
Get it?"
"Yes sir," I answered, though not entirely sure of what he was saying. But I understood the last bit so I figured it would make sense once he'd inserted the device into me.
059 inserted his thumb and forefinger between my lips and spread them slightly. Then I felt the cold metal blades of the instrument against the walls of my anus. He began screwing it open, spreading my rosebud wider and wider. As I was opened, I felt the fire of stretching flesh and it felt like a truck could have driven through it. Just when I thought I could possibly take any more without being torn open, he stopped. He stroked my buttocks and told me what a good boy I was being.
"Now, I want you to squeeze your chute closed. You won't be able to do it, but I want you to try," he urged me, lightly slapping my butt.
"Yes sir," I said and struggled a moment to figure out how to make these muscles obey my brain.
It took me a couple of attempts but finally, I figured out how to make these muscles contract and I felt the speculum close slightly.
"Good boy!" he crowed, again slapping my butt. "Now do it again."
The second time was easier because I'd worked out how to make that nether region respond to my will. I felt the speculum close and then open again when I relaxed.
"Do it twice," he ordered and I obeyed.
After several minutes, I was able to do ten contractions in a row. Then, the next round, my sphincters refused to cooperate. I was perspiring and my ass ached with the effort.
"I can't sir," I said, afraid that I'd make him angry.
"Alright boy. Just rest a minute and we'll try again. You're exercising muscles that aren't accustomed to being used in this way so it will take time for you to gain complete control over them. But don't worry; it will happen.
059 worked me for a couple more hours, giving me rest periods when my ass muscles refused to function but then coming back at it when I'd sufficiently revived. By the end of the afternoon, my sphincters were tired but I was feeling that I had much greater control over them now than I'd had before. At least I could clench them repeatedly when asked to do so. 059 told me that there were many more things I needed to learn before I could be considered an accomplished catcher but that, in time, I'd learn them. He was pleased with my progress and surprised that I'd taken to it as well as I had. Most straight men took much longer to develop these skills since they were repulsed by them in the first place. A lot of the work was in overcoming the psychological resistance to being bent and having your ass fucked. That was 073's problem: he was straight and quite resistant to being bent. But the Authority was not to be denied in its control. He would become bent or be recycled. This thought made me shiver. 059 wiped the lube from my ass lips and helped me off the table.
"C'mon, let's go to the cells," he said. "We're both tired. We need some rest."
I readily agreed. Besides, I wanted to have dinner and lie down on the mats with him inside me. All this work on opening my hole and strengthening my muscles had left me hungry to have something hard and warm inside me.
We got back to our cell just as the external working units were arriving back from their day's work. I still couldn't tear my eyes away from this display of humiliated males in captivity as they stripped off the clothing that had been issued to them and reduced themselves to naked units once more. As they went through their inspections, raising their arms, opening their mouths, bending and spreading their ass cheeks, the door into the cellblock opened and the guards pushed two units in, prodding them to keep them moving across the floor.
Both looked like zombies except for the tears streaming down their faces. It was 073 and the unit who'd been pulled out of the external worker unit line my first night here. It was hard to recognize them because both had been completely shaved, including their heads. But I recognized their bodies; their musculature and the shape of their chests and the way they hung. The guards directed them to a cell and placed them inside together where they huddled in a corner, clinging to each other like frightened children. The guards made them lie on their sides, face-to-face and wrap their arms around one another. Then the guards cuffed their wrists behind one another's backs. Now they were bound together with nothing between their bodies, their genitals and chests rubbing against each other. Having spent a brief time in the stocks while they were there, I had some inkling why they were so traumatized. Then I realized it was probably another route the Authority used to bend hard cases: Torture them sexually and then throw them together to seduce them into bonding with one another. Later, the Authority would "urge" them to transfer that bonding to others and eventually, any man. A very effective mode of brainwashing. I found I was pressing my body against 059's and looked up at him, grateful that it hadn't been so hard for me to submit to the Authority's will.
Our chow came and we wolfed it down then lay together on our mats. 059 tapped my thigh and I raised it to give him easier access to my chute. As he inserted his cock into me, he groaned with pain.
"If I had a choice, I wouldn't do this tonight; it hurts too much. But the Administrator doesn't care and wants to make sure I don't neglect getting my regular milkings in the future, so I'm to suffer," he said quietly through gritted teeth.
"But why do it then?" I asked, stroking his corded thigh as it pressed against mine. "Couldn't we just lie together?"
"No," he said. "There are cameras and they'll be watching to make sure that I'm in you. That's one of my duties and if I fail, I risk punishment and loss of mentor status."
"I see," I said. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright," he said, stroking my chest and pinching my little nipple suction cups, which were, by now pretty well filled with my expanding tits. "At least you're looser than you would have been had we not worked on your anal muscles."
I smiled. Yes, my skills were still rather primitive but I'd learned a little of how to open myself to a man and I was happy to open myself to 059.
I reached back and fondled his strong butt. Yes, I was happy to have him in me. I gave a contented sigh and drifted off into quiet sleep as the lights went out in the Center.
To be continued.