Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2006 03:16:40 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Executive Slave - Part 13 (Authoritarian)

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to
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Be careful and be alive - White Collar

The previous installment of "Executive Slave" ended as follows:

"No, please," Fuller whispered.  "Please don't make me do this.  I can't;
I have a wife and children.  Please don't do this to me!"

"Mr. Barnes doesn't care about your wife and kids, Fuller.  Get on that
machine and get started," Malloy ordered.

"Please, please," he whimpered but Malloy man-handled him into place.

"Squat!" he ordered and Fuller bent his trembling legs, lowering himself
toward Joseph's open mouth.

Each of the men followed suit, some with obviously more enthusiasm
than others.  Fuller kept his eyes on the surveillance cams, seeming to
realize that this would be used against him.  Grossman's ass lips
descended toward my mouth and as soon as I felt the warm flesh against
my lips I kissed them and inserted my tongue.

"Hold," Malloy ordered.  "Slaves work those holes."

I'm sure the guards could see our jaws moving as we rimmed the asses
covering our mouths.  I could hear the men moaning and Grossman was
wiggling his butt in pleasure as I stroked the soft insides of his anus.
I
could also hear Fuller whimpering and crying as Joseph performed as he
had been ordered.

"Oh no, please, please.  Oh God. Why?  Please make him stop.  Please
don't do this to me.  Please don't do this to my family^Å"

I knew that Fuller would be joining our ranks before lunch hour.  He
would be losing his position in the company and in society.  He would be
losing his body hair and his clothing.  He would be losing everything.
And he knew it too.

Executive Slave -- Chapter 33

Fuller's panting and moaning told me that Joseph was bringing him
close.  Grossman's pucker was pulsating against my tongue and lips and
I knew from his gaspy breaths that he was approaching the edge so I
renewed my efforts.

"Slaves, jack his dick," Malloy ordered and I reached up for Grossman's
pulsating flesh and began to jack him.

I heard a hoarse shout and felt Grossman's orgasm first with my tongue
and then with my skin as his hot cum spewed across my chest and belly.
In the midst of this tumult, I heard Fuller's shout of ecstasy and
despair.
He couldn't resist the need to come but he knew that his orgasm, filmed
for all the world to witness if necessary, had condemned him to
servitude.

Grossman was shaking against my mouth as the power of his orgasm
passed and he fell forward on his hands and knees, his strength spent.
Fuller had collapsed on top of Joseph, who held his legs as both men
shook with sobs.  Malloy went and stood over them, while the other
guards assumed positions on either side of us, weapons at the ready, as
though naked men were any match for LEA officers.  I suppose if we'd
been able to operate as a team, we might have overcome them but the
four men who'd been on top were by now completely demoralized, not
to mention spent from their orgasms and we units knew the Authority's
methods and long reach to well to try to start anything: we knew we'd
probably pay for it with our lives through the particularly grim means of
being recycled.  I'd certainly heard enough about that from 059 to ever
try disobedience to my handlers.

"You four have now been taken under care of the Labor Enforcement
Authority under Article 2020-0150.02 of the Criminal Code, sexual
predation with duress", Malloy said.

I couldn't believe my ears.  Surely they'd done nothing; surely these
charges were trumped up by Barnes who, it seemed, was becoming more
and more overreaching in his desire for new subjects for his sadism.  I
turned my head to glance at 059 who was looking puzzled and then I
risked raising my eyes to look at Malloy's face and I could see the
doubts
written all over it.  Shaiman and Sommers also stared at him, looks of
incredulity on their faces.

Malloy swallowed hard and continued.

"You will be taken to the nearest center for processing into units of the
LEA.  You have abrogated all your rights as citizens and are no longer
free men."

The four men began yelling and crying, protesting their innocence.
Grossman and Fuller were on their knees, begging to be released from
this and the other two started to rise to their feet, their hands bunched
in
fists as though they imagined they could resist.  Shaiman and Sommers
made short work of them with their electric prods and in an instant, the
two men were writhing on the floor gasping for breath.  Fuller and
Grossman looked horrified and instinctively moved their hands to protect
their genitals.

"Please, please," they cried.  "Please don't.  We haven't done anything."
"You can plead your case down at the Center," Malloy said shakily and
glanced at me, as if to search for absolution.  A lot of good it would do
them to plead.

"Let's pre-process them here," Malloy said to the other two officers,
recovering his officiousness; he was more comfortable on the firm
ground of procedure.  "Take 'em downstairs, shave 'em down and clean
'em out.  Then get collars on them.  I'll call for a van from the Center
and by the time it gets here, they should be ready for transport."
"Yes sir," Sommers replied and, snapping a salute at Malloy, began
herding the new units across the floor, keeping them on their hands and
knees.

The two units who'd been shocked were having difficulty coordinating
the movements of their arms and legs and kept falling on their bellies as
one limb or another collapsed under them.  Each time, one of the guards,
following behind, would kick them in the balls to keep them moving
forward.  Their howls of pain and humiliation slowly faded down the
halls as the train progressed toward the elevators.

I was beginning to think that Barnes had gone mad.  Did he think he was
so powerful so as to be invulnerable?  How many men could he enslave
before he attracted the attention of the Authority, if for no other
reason
than no one he came in contact with was safe from his predations?
"Alright you four; it's time to get back downstairs.  I expect you to
help
us induct the new units into the system.  Stay on your hands and knees,"
Malloy ordered.

Glancing at each other, we got on our hands and knees and began
crawling down the hall.  Joseph's entire body sagged in defeat as he
crawled.  He had not yet been to the Center and so hadn't had his
mindset modified into a unit's thinking.  He was still embarrassed by his
nakedness and the humiliations he'd been through in the last 24 hours.
He'll soon be past that, I thought.  Put him into the stocks and let him
experience training by an Administrator and he'll be unitized in no
time.
The movement of his body bespoke utter humiliation while 059 and I
simply crawled like the dogs we'd become.  This was our life and we
knew it.

Executive Slave -- Chapter 34

When we arrived downstairs, after being paraded naked through the
halls, Malloy and his two assistants pressed us into service to begin the
processing of the four new units.  We took them into the showers, shaved
them and administered enemas.  Joseph shaved Fuller, which wasn't
difficult since the only hair on his body was under his arms, a light
coating of blond fur across his pecs and the fur at his nether regions.
Shaiman stood there with a prod, making it clear that there resistance
was futile so Fuller followed instructions to clasp his hands behind his
neck to expose his pits and chest, spread his legs and bend and spread
his
ass cheeks as Joseph not-so-expertly shaved him under Shaiman's
tutelage.

Grossman was assigned to me, which was a good thing since I had a bit
more experience with the task and Grossman was a bit more difficult to
shave.  I instructed him to put his hands behind his neck and proceeded
to shave the dark fur that covered his armpits and barely thinned out
before converging with the salt and pepper hair that covered his chest
and belly.  I was very careful around his large, erect nipples.  As I
worked my way down his belly and love trail, it was obvious that he
found the humiliation of being stripped of his manhood arousing: his
cock surged upward with rhythmic pulses and pre-cum oozed from his
piss slit.  I knew that Barnes would have a field day working him over;
here was a born submissive.

059 and 073 were assigned to the other two "recruits" and their tasks
were complicated by the remnant muscle spasms the two continued to
experience, much to their embarrassment.  Their experiences with the
enemas was even more embarrassing because they couldn't completely
control their anal sphincters and kept shooting jets of dirty fluid out
of
their rectums.  To the guards' great amusement, 073 caught one jet full
in
the face before he realized he needed to stand clear of the unit's butt.
It took us about half an hour to complete the processing but finally the
four new units had been transformed.  Where earlier this morning there
had been four employees of the Barnes company, dressed in suits and
ties, their manhood intact, there were now four LEA units, naked,
shaved, cleaned out and quite humiliated.  None of them would lift his
head or look anyone in the eye.  They were well on their way to being
broken; well on their way to being effective units for the LEA.  Each of
them had much to learn and a great deal of training to be full-fledged
units but the primary induction had been completed: they knew they
were no longer men; they knew they'd become things to be used by other
men.

Seeing that everyone was stripped of all body hair, cleaned out and
washed down, Malloy ordered us to get in a line, facing right, and place
our right hand on the right shoulder of the unit in front of us.  Then he
marched us down the hall to the freight elevator and took us up to the
executive suite.  We were ordered into Mr. Barnes office and made to
halt our march in front of his desk where he sat engrossed in some
paperwork.  Malloy ordered us to face forward and assume the
presentation position, hands behind necks, feet spread, heads down.
Then we waited.

Finally, I heard Barnes rise from his chair and cross the room.  He
walked down the row of units, inspecting each of our bodies.  Some of us
he was quite familiar with of course and we received only a cursory
inspection: an upward slap to a cock, causing it to rebound from a
muscular belly with a smacking sound, followed by a grunt of pain.  Our
balls were hefted and pulled down, testing our response to pain and our
nipples were pulled, twisted and pinched.  For the four new units
however, it was a much more deliberate examination, since he'd not yet
had a chance to use them and explore their tolerances.  It was also a
demonstration for these novices that their status in the world had
changed drastically and they no longer had choices about what uses their
bodies were put to.  Barnes made sure he humiliated them as completely
as possible in order to break their spirits.

Grossman was standing beside me, his cock still erect and throbbing.
Barnes stood in front of him a long time just looking.  He was close
enough that I could see his erection pressing against his pants.  I
figured
he'd had his eye on Grossman for quite a while and was thoroughly
enjoying the process of considering all the ways he could use him.  And
certainly Grossman's body would be arousing to a bent man.  Grossman
had either been born with good genes or took a lot of trouble to maintain
his body for he had respectable abs for a man in his mid-40s and a well-
muscled chest.  His torso was trim, as were his limbs and I could see the
evidence of the musculature that supported his frame.  His face was
ordinary but in a pleasant way; at least he was certainly not going to
crack any mirrors.  All in all, he presented an enjoyable package for a
man who liked men.  At last, Barnes stepped forward and ran his hands
over the hapless unit's body, pausing to press the pads of his thumbs
into
the nipples and move them around.  Then he took the tits between his
thumbs and forefingers and pinched them hard, pulling firmly
downward.  Grossman gasped and rose on his toes, whimpering with the
pain.  Barnes let go with his right and, still holding a nipple in his
left,
backhanded Grossman across the face.

"Never cry out when you're being used, unit," Barnes stated in a bland
tone that sent shivers up my spine.  "Do you understand?"

Anger I could understand but such cold-bloodedness was frightening.

"Yes," Grossman replied and immediately received another hard blow to
his face.

"Yes sir!" he barked and Barnes let go of his nipple.

"That's better," Barnes said quietly.  "I always thought you were
trainable."  For emphasis, he grabbed the hapless man's balls and
squeezed hard.

"Yes sir, thank you sir.  I'm sure I'm trainable."

I could see the flush of humiliation spreading from Grossman's crotch to
the rest of his body as he was forced to acknowledge his malleability.
"Good," Barnes cooed and let go of his balls.  "Now turn around and
bend over.  Spread your butt."

Grossman hesitated a second and Barnes' knee was slamming into his
testicles.  He cried out in pain and doubled over, clutching his battered
nuts.  I thought for a second he was going to heave but he managed to
straighten slightly and turn around very gingerly.  Bending was not a
problem at this point but it took him several moments to release his
throbbing balls.  Barnes encouraged him by reaching between his legs
and taking hold of the bruised organs for him.

"Here, let me hold those for you," Barnes said with a gentleness that
belied what he had just done and I was sure was not reflected in his grip
on Grossman's jewels.

Finally the new unit managed to release his sac and reached back to grab
his butt cheeks and pull them apart, exposing his hole.
Barnes reached around him and placed his finger in front of Grossman's
mouth.

"Wet it," he ordered and Grossman took it into his mouth.

Then Barnes took his finger and began to open Grossman's virgin hole.
Grossman was trembling and whimpering as Barnes shoved one finger in
as far as it would go.  Then he removed his finger and thrust two in,
causing Grossman to yelp in pain at being stretched more than he ever
had been.

"Get used to it," I thought.  "That's only the beginning".

It never ceases to amaze me how stupid men are about their assholes.
They think a doctor's digital probe is embarrassing and uncomfortable,
little knowing what the male anus is capable of taking in.  Mr. Barnes
would most assuredly give these new units an education in penetration.
I could see the sweat popping up on Grossman's body and knew he was
in pain as well as feeling utterly humiliated.  Finally Barnes finished
his
examination and ordered all the units to turn around and kneel.

"Foreheads to the floor," he ordered.  "Reach back and spread your
butts."

I certainly obeyed as rapidly as I could, as did the other experienced
units, however, I could tell that the new recruits were still not
understanding their new position because I could hear the impacts of foot
to balls and the grunts of pain as each was punished for hesitating.
They'd learn soon enough but I figured it would take the intake
processing at the Center to help them fully integrate into their new
place
in the world.

"Units should understand their place in the world," Barnes lectured,
walking up and down the line of upturned asses and echoing my own
thoughts.  "You no longer have a place other than to do exactly what
you're told by your superiors.  Do it without question and do it
immediately.  When you fail to obey, you will be punished, as you have
just seen.  You new units, let these experienced units be your models and
your mentors.  They can help you transition for the world you knew to
the world of the unit.  Unquestioning obedience; instant obedience.  You
are now showing your best side to the world; your assholes.  Get used to
it and you'll be happier for it."

He paused.

"I'm finished with them now.  Take them to the Center for complete
processing, all except this one."

Since we had our heads on the floor and our backsides to him, none of us
had any idea who he'd picked out and naturally, had no idea what he
wanted with the selected unit.  I had a feeling of dread in the pit of my
stomach because I knew what he was capable of.  Then I felt his hand on
my hole, gently caressing my ass lips and probing my pucker.  My heart
sank.

To be continued.