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:

"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.

Executive Slave -- Chapter 15

I awoke with a start. It was dark, but not pitch black because of dim light that penetrated the blackness from light cast downward by fixtures that lit the cat walks around the cellblock. I jerked, momentarily confused about where I was. Then I felt something inside me and against me. Cautiously, I reached back and felt thighs pressing against mine, an abdomen against my back and realized that whatever was inside me belonged to this body. My jumbled thoughts began to collect themselves and I remembered that I was "inside": I had been "taken under care" of the LEA and this man lying against me was my mentor, 059. As I stirred, and twisted my hips slightly, he groaned and I remembered that the cock that penetrated me was quite sore from today's milking so I stopped moving. His breathing was deep but warm against the back of my neck and I shuddered. Thoughts raced through my brain:

"I'm not bent am I? I'm a straight man, aren't I? I have a wife and children. Oh, that's right: had a wife and children."

Then, as I thought about it, I realized that I'd been alone a good while prior to being taken under care. I now had nothing whatsoever besides what the Authority and my handlers granted me. With my arms, I pushed away from him, wanting to get his penis out of my rectum but in his sleep, his arms tightened around my chest and he nuzzled the nape of my neck. Suddenly, something overwhelmed me and I twisted out of his arms. As I turned my body, I must have bent his cock, which was still implanted in my anus and he moaned in pain, releasing me from his grip. I crawled away from him and huddled by the bars of our cell, my arms wrapped around my body, facing him.

He looked up at me and got to his knees.

"What?" he asked quietly. "What's the problem boy?"

"I don't know," I said. "I think I was having a bad dream or something. I woke up and feeling you so close upset me..."

I hesitated, looking at him, then at the walls.

"I don't want to be here," I whispered.

I turned toward the bars, staring out into the dim light of the cellblock. Tears came to my eyes. I wanted to walk out of here; I wanted to go back to my quiet life. I'd give back the money I'd tried to steal.

"Please just let me go home," I said miserably. "I want to go back to my own apartment."

059 rose and stepped toward me but I shrank away from him so he stepped back. He paused for a few moments and sat down on the mat again.

"Do you think they'd let you go home again 035? Do you really think they'd just let you walk out of here and pretend it was all a mistake?" he asked gently, as though he were talking to a child.

I was silent, shivering in the cool air. It wasn't all that cold but I was shivering nevertheless.

"I don't want to be here," I cried. "I don't want this. I want to be in my own home with my own things. I want to be safe."

"You are safe boy. You're safe with me. I'll make sure you're alright," he said coaxingly.

"But you can't protect me against everything," I protested, thinking of my time in the stocks with a shiver.

"No... No, you're right; I can't. Most of it is up to you. But you must realize that you have no option to walk out of here. You've been convicted of crimes against the Authority and you get no other chances. You know that's the way it works, right?" he pressed.

"Yes, I know," I said sadly. "I fucked up and for that I'm fucked. But I don't want to be fucked. I want to be left alone."

"You know that can't happen now. This is what happens when you're taken under care by the Authority," he said, quietly stating the facts I already knew.

He paused. "Is it that bad boy?" he asked soothingly. "Is it just too difficult for you? Can't you learn to accept it?"

"I-I suppose I can," I said, relaxing my arms, knowing there was no other way and feeling desolate.

Suddenly I felt defeated and I wanted to be held. I turned to him, torn as to whether to go to him or remain where I was. If I did go to him, did that mean I'd become bent? He held out his arms, smiling gently.

"Come here boy," he said. "C'mon and I'll hold you. I won't fuck you anymore tonight: I'll just hold you. Is that OK?"

I hesitated and then walked to him as tears sprang to my eyes. He folded me into his arms again and we lay on the mat while I cried. Yes, this was the metaphor for my life: I was now held in the clutches of the Authority from which there would be no release. I was fucked and that wouldn't change. Whether I liked it or not, I was a sex unit of the LEA. This was my life now and would be for the remainder of my days. I could make the best of it or I could resist and end up spending a good deal of time in the stocks. Or worse.

God knows I didn't want to be recycled. I'd heard stories of that all my adult life and it was well-known that most organs used in transplants came from recycling centers. What wasn't known for sure, but was rumored, was that they kept units alive as long as they could, harvesting various organs from "living" units until further life became no longer cost-effective, whereupon the unit was terminated and the harvesting completed. Unless a unit was already brain dead, it was kept alive and remained aware until termination. It was rumored that there were warehouses where row upon row of units lay on tables as their lives were slowly stripped from them. It was also rumored that, for male units, some of the first organs harvested were their penises and testicles. Penises would be used for those who wished a greater endowment or in need of reconstructive surgery and testicles were transplanted into those who were sterile for whatever reason.

So a unit would be castrated and his cock removed as the precursor to other harvesting. I had an image of myself lying on a table, connected to minimal life-support, minus my cock and balls, a catheter entering my body through a hole where my penis had been. Shuddering, I hunched back against 059. Bent or not, this was highly preferable to recycling. 059 seemed to care about me and he had some privileges within the Center. I had to admit that I did like being with him and lying in the comfort of his arms. There was scant warmth in this place and the heat of his body was like being wrapped in a soft blanket. I was actually quite lucky, all things considered. As I'd been reminded several times, a man my age wasn't usually turned into a sex unit and the alternative wasn't something to be contemplated. I was torn between despair and gratitude. I reached up to his arms and held them close to me as I cried myself back to sleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Executive Slave -- Chapter 16

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was the first time I knew of that I'd distracted him from his work with my ministrations and I was pleased and proud that I was satisfying him. The office was filled with the sounds of my guttural vocalizations, slurps and his moans. I don't know what came over me but I was going after him with a gusto I'd never felt before. It was so wonderful to have him filling my throat. The feel of his hard dick, filling my mouth with heat, pressing my tongue down and my palate up was incredibly exciting and I only wanted more.

I could feel the ridges of the blood vessels webbing his cock with my stretched lips. I loved the way his veined flesh flowed and throbbed as it slid across my tongue. His hips began to spasm and his cries became urgent.

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

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

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

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

"That was amazing boy. I'm astounded that you've done so well at your lessons and take to this so naturally. Most previously married units don't adapt so readily, especially when they're older like you," he said.

"Thank you sir," I said but since my mouth was filled with his scrotum and testicles, nothing intelligible came out. I'm sure he understood my thought because he reached down and stroked my head. He wiped my cheek and then squeezed his cock, milking several drops of pre-cum onto my cheek. He dipped a thumb and a finger in this as it trickled down my face and painted my lips with it while I looked up at him, my mouth in a wide "O" circling his balls.

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

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

"Yes boy?"

"Sir, this liquid?"

"Yes boy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He continued spanking me.

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

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

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

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

He stopped hitting me.

"Get down and lean across my desk, face down, hands behind your back," he ordered. "And keep those hands high; I don't want you covering your butt."

I complied, exposing my now pink butt to him. I heard him open a drawer and then I heard a swish as he took a practice swipe at the air. I waited, gritting my teeth because I knew what was coming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wasn't stupid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Executive Slave -- Chapter 17

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."

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

"When do you think it will be 059?" I asked, excitedly. "What's it like to be on the work detail? What happens?"

059 smiled with a touch of wistfulness in his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I see," I whispered.

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

Executive Slave -- Chapter 18

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

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

I sighed and fell back to sleep.

In the morning, the external units were lining up and dressing when 059 beckoned to me.

"C'mon boy. Time for your implants," he said, smiling at me. I think he could see my excitement and might have understood what I was feeling.

We went downstairs to the area where I'd been fitted with my Mangard. Once again, 059 pressed the call button on the comm. system and the image of the officer appeared on the screen.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Sir, I have a unit here to receive nipple implants."

"Number?" the officer asked.

"082012-035," 059 answered.

"Just a moment," the officer said and the screen went black.

A couple of minutes went by and he entered the room with a packet.

"On the table," he ordered. "On your back."

When I was on the table, he pulled what appeared to be a hose or cable with an instrument on the end of it from the base of the table. It looked like one of those instruments dentists used to use to repair bad teeth. The instrument had an opening at one end and a dial, apparently for making adjustments. He looked at my nipples, checked a monitor that must have had my Administrator's specifications displayed and made some adjustments with the dial before applying it to my right tit. Then he squeezed the trigger and I felt a quick, strong suction on my nipple much like I'd felt with the nipple pump. There was a tingling and a slight pain and he released the trigger. When he removed the instrument from my tit, I was amazed. My nipple now protruded half an inch from my chest and was about the diameter of a pen at the point. The nipple was also much wider at the base so that it resembled a small mountain on my chest. The officer repeated the process on my left tit and when he was finished, my left was the same size as my right. I looked in the mirror and saw that I now had a prominent pair of nipples that cast beefy shadows on my pecs. I couldn't help but touch them and surprisingly, found there was no pain. They seemed to be even more sensitive than they had been and were quite firm but still flexible. My own touch caused me to draw a quick breath as a thrill shot down my spine and stiffened my cock.

"OK, time to remove your Mangard," the officer said.

"Sir?" I asked, not understanding.

"When a unit's nipples are done, he no longer has to wear the Mangard. He's expected to know that he isn't permitted to touch his own genitals," he said.

059 nodded and smiled. The officer removed the guard screw and unlocked the cuff that held the device in place before sliding it off of my penis. By now, it felt strange to be uncovered; like being suddenly naked. During the time I'd had it on, the Mangard had made me very aware of my cock and cognizant of the fact that I had nothing else on. Now that it was removed, the sense of nakedness was renewed as my dick flopped against my legs or belly, completely unencumbered. The officer examined my shaft to ensure that there were no sores and then dismissed us. As 059 and I walked upstairs to my Administrator's office, my penis flopped against my legs and balls, causing me a bit of distraction.

059 "dropped me off" at my Administrator's office and went to his other tasks, of which I had only a vague concept. I stood in position in front of the Administrator's desk, awaiting his orders. He was on the phone and looking through some papers. Finally, he finished.

"035, I'm happy to see you with your implants," he said, rising and coming around his desk.

He circled my aureoles with his finger tips, barely brushing my new cones, sending shivers down my spine. Then he tweaked the tiny mountains with his fingers before grabbing them and squeezing them, rolling them between his fingers. My knees buckled slightly and I moaned with arousal.

"Very nice," he whispered. "What would you like me to do with these, 035?"

I started to speak but stopped myself before a word got past my lips.

"Sir, I am a unit at your disposal. My body is for your pleasure and use," I said.

"Very good boy. You're learning. I like that," my Administrator said, looking at me appraisingly. "Alright boy. Down on the floor and climb under my desk."

When I was in position, he ordered me to put my hands behind my back, giving him easy access to my chest. Then he attached a pair of clover-leaf clamps to my new tits, pulling hard on them to test their grip. When he was satisfied that they wouldn't be easily dislodged, he tied one end of a cord to the chain between the clamps. The other end, he tied around his left wrist. Now, every time he moved his left hand, whether it was to reach for something, to lean back in his chair, to pick up his phone, whatever; he pulled on the clamps, bending my tits upward and compressing them between the jaws of the clamps. Each time, I squeaked or whimpered as he abused my nipples throughout the morning. After an hour and a half or so of nipple abuse, he also ordered me to take his cock and balls out and suck on them. Then, each pull of the chain made me vibrate whichever part of him was in my mouth at the moment, whether it was his penis down my throat or his balls cradled on my tongue. My nipples were very sore by now but the continued torture only seemed to further encourage my penis to enjoy its new-found freedom and throb against my belly, leaving smears of pre-cum everywhere it touched my abdomen or thighs. I found myself wanting to grab my cock and jack-off and struggled to keep my hands clasped behind my back. I knew that if I lost control, my Administrator would whip me and I didn't want that. So I tightly gripped my left wrist with my right hand so as to keep from touching myself. I kept telling myself that my genitals were not mine any longer and they were not for my pleasure. I kept telling myself I'd be punished if I couldn't keep my hands off myself. I kept repeating "stocks" to myself as a deterrent to grabbing my cock.

Lunchtime came and my Administrator ordered me to release his genitals and come out from under the desk. I crawled out and remained in position on my knees. I was sweating and my arms were trembling and sore from the effort involved in resisting my natural desire to pleasure myself. But I'd been successful and for that I was happy. Yes, my Administrator might decide to send me to the stocks for no particular reason but at least I wouldn't be handing him a reason, as it were. He handed me another cup of the liquid and I drank it down. My penis surged even harder and my anus felt empty and longing.

"I feel like a fuck," he said, rubbing my head. "How would you like it boy?"

I smiled to myself. I wouldn't fall that easily again, hungry hole or not.

"Sir, I'm a unit at your disposal. Please tell me how I can please you," I said, keeping my head down and my eyes on his feet. I could only hope he didn't hear the slight tremble in my voice that betrayed my need.

"Good boy," he said. "I didn't really think you'd fall for that so soon. But I want you to keep repeating it so that it becomes part of your thinking. The more you say it, the more real it becomes for you. Alright, climb on my chair with your back to me."

I obeyed him, kneeling on the seat of his chair, my chest against the back. My clamped tits were just above the back and he tied the cord hanging from the chain to the adjustment mechanism at the base of the chair. He swiveled the chair slightly, causing my nipples to be pulled as the cord stretched this way and that, making me grunt with each yank on my newly extended tits.

I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart to give him easier access to my pucker. He lubed his penis, spread lube inside my waiting hole and inserted himself. By now, I was quite accustomed to being fucked and besides, I wanted it very badly. I needed to be filled: to feel a man's flesh spreading me and sliding in and out of me. I arched my back, pulling against the clamps on my tits and moving my ass back, eager to have all of my Administrator in me.

"Tell me what you want boy," he whispered hoarsely.

"Sir, I'm a unit at your disposal," I answered desperately, wanting so much to be fucked but remembering that I was expected to have no wants other than to please.

"It's alright boy. It's not a trick. You can tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it. Tell me," he insisted.

"Sir, I want to be fucked," I gasped as I wriggled my butt.

"What do you want?"

"Sir, I want to be fucked."

My Administrator was increasing the tempo of his thrusts.

"Tell me what you are boy," he ordered, the volume of his voice increasing as he fucked me.

"Sir, I'm your unit."

"Tell me you're bent."

"Sir, I'm bent."

"Tell me."

"Sir, I'm bent," I said, my own voice getting louder and higher, my throat tightening with the tension building in my body.

"Again."

"Sir, I'm bent."

"And who do you belong to?"

"Sir, I belong to the Authority," I cried, the pitch of my voice rising as he flailed against my butt cheeks and rammed my prostate.

"Who do you belong to?"

"Sir, I belong to the Authority."

"Who?"

"Sir, I belong to the Authority," I cried.

"Tell me again," he shouted.

"Sir, I belong to you."

"Come boy!" he shouted, his cock jerking in my fuck chute and filling me with his milk. I roared as the cum shot out of my throbbing penis and slid down the back of my Administrator's chair.

To be continued.