my name is chris. 36 years old. you may have read part 1 (either under "chris" or "chris2." my boss brett (32 years old),who got me demoted and himself promoted by screwing my career, as you also may know, has taken over my life. not only has he been having a daily _s_e_x_ual relationships with my wife, mary, for 10 months (which i just found out about last week), but because of something he has one me, he just called me into his office and explained that i will be stripped naked from now on in the office (after previously saying i could wear coveralls part-time), i am not allowed to touch my prick (which he and his assistant massage regularly just to make me squirm and beg for the load to be shot).
as you also may know, he lives in my house. i am not allowed to see or speak with my wife. and i just learned that my visits with my sons -- tim and lewis (age 12 and 14) -- will be an hour a week unless brett decides to cancel them and during that time i must be totally naked with my hands on my head folded -- which is the standard position i am to be in unless permitted otherwise -- oh, and with my legs spread wide. i am not allowed to ask to do otherwise.
brett and his assistant, jim (24 years old) just informed me that the tennis match at the country club (where brett had me removed from so he and mary could use the membership) is postponed. because i am a top-notch tennis player, he was going to bring me to the club to play as his partner, figuring he would then win the match. he's being so obnoxious that after the match, i was to leave the club immediately without so much as a sandwich or a beverage. he said my only purpose is to help him win the match. other than that my punishments remain in tact.
since the tennis match is postponed, he has reinstated the whipping that was postponed until after the sat. match. he figured if my butt was not sore, i would play better. he was even going to let me j. o. only on the day of the match and only before the match figuring it would help my playing.
now that the match is cancelled, we are back to a hard line. he called the guy who runs the rooming house (where i am naked the moment i set foot in the door -- for chores, for meals, for everything) and left some instructions for me. i am to go back to go to bed on my back with my hands handcuffed to the lousy narrow bed they give me. he wants me to be naked with no covers so my prick can get hard and not be relieved. that, to him, is an important part of my punishment. now that he doesn't need me for the tennis match, he's back to the original plan.
his jealousy of my looks and my build are such that he's using this as an opportunity to make me look physically bad (with welts, whipping marks, and a really red butt with black and blue marks as well).
when i arrive at work in the morning, i am now supposed to stand outside my little cubicle facing the wall with my legs spread and my hands on my head. he hinted that probably tomorrow he will send me down to the janitor's locker room to take a shower in the grungy bathroom. he picked a time when lots of people in the office will be around. i am supposed to walk up sopping wet (no towel) and stand outside brett's office and keep my mouth shut. he has kept shaving cream and a blade so he can shave my chest, prick, balls area, and everywhere else below the neck. with everybody watching. i don't know whether he'll really do it or not. if he does, that's the way i'll look when i have the visit with my sons on sunday.
this is too much to take. i could never get used to this. and i am totally ridiculed in the office.
what do MMSA Stories readers think of this? the guy who runs the rooming house says if i don't get off the computer in one minute, he has permission to take off his belt -- after i bend over and clasp my ankles.
jim, brett's assistant, just arrived and told me to go into the bathroom so he could give me a bath while i stand in the bathtub with my hands on my head. brett and he decided that's the only way they can be sure i don't shoot my load. they're determined and they talk about it with the other people in the office. brett says he wants to increase the number of times my prick gets massaged during the day so i know what it feels like to sit in my working chair with my legs spread and a horizontal (vertical?) prick that is hard, long, and dry.
this is one of the ways brett is getting back at me for his constant jealousy. back when we used to go places, including the health club in the building (one of many places where he does not permit me to go now) and my build and good looks were commented on so frequently. 6'1" 160 lb. warren beatty look (as he looked when he was my age, 36). very fit.
his little side comments like "i wonder what chris will look like by the time his ass has been whipped, blistered, paddled, spanked, belted" . . yet it's that shaving that really bothers me. i understand it takes months to grow back.
well, jim just walked in and grabbed me -- not by the arm, by the prick. this is so humiliating. i have no options though.
and almost everything is videod so if i disobey at all, then another threat is to show the video around. this afternoon, the personal trainer was told by brett to skip my session for today and instead -- right outside brett's office to hang me upside down from a piece of equipment that will accommodate my weight with my legs cuffed.
brett and jim and their summer intern asked me questions while they massaged my prick to keep it hard. they love it the louder my oohs and aahs and heavy breathing get. it's impossible not to. of course, they keep it hard and dry. brett said if i do cum, the belt comes out. 100 belts across the butt.
"if you don't cooperate, chris, maybe you'd like the boys to see this on visiting day?"
so that i know about all the _s_e_x_ he's still having with my wife and they way he's totally moved into the house and gotten rid of my things, he brought me over to the house to fix something today. we walked in through the garage, where i was ordered to strip off my coveralls before entering the house. when the phone rang as we walked in, brett answered it. apparently, it was for me. he said that i was no longer living there and could not be reached. i asked him why he said that. brett said "you don't ask me questions! you answer my questions. you are being punished and you do what i say. and anyway, i don't want you getting any personal calls at the office and since you are not paying anything out of your allowance for the rooming house [because i do chores in exchange -- cleaning, odd jobs], i don't want you using their phone. now before you fix the hot tub and the sink, let's prevent any further outbursts on your part. over my knee.
i hesitated.
then i realized i may as well go along with it. he picked up the paddle and as he paddled me, he asked me questions. at the beginning he said if the question got answered correctly, then it would be one hit. if not, two.
"are you going to keep your mouth shut and do what you're told from now on?"
because of a yes, it was one excruciating hit.
"do you agree that you deserve a spanking?
i didn't answer. two hits.
this went on for awhile. and he just started pounding sadistically. he's determined that my body will look horrible. then he stood me up and started massaging the prick again -- just enough to stay long, hard, but dry. he gets such a charge out of seeing me and hearing me squirm. he knows each time i will degradingly beg to have my load shot. now it's usually my saying pathetically "please do it. i'll do whatever you say." he then makes sure it stays dry but very long and hard (it bothers him that i look so much better than he does naked -- he knew that before from the health club and country club lockers and showers). then he says "you're going to do whatever i say anyway so why would i want to give you an extra reward."
then he added "when the tennis match gets rescheduled and i need you to be fresh, i'll let you jack off before hand and i won't whip you for a few days before the game. that's to my advantage. you may as well realize that once the game is over, we'll be back onto the usual routine. i told jim the minute the match is over (probably will be rescheduled in 2 weeks), you walk right to his car and you go back into town for an overdue whipping, and back to work (definitely no load shooting).
then the phone rang again at his (my?) house. for some reason, he had to do an errand. he said he's be back in 20 minutes. to be sure that i didn't shoot my load or touch my prick, he pulled my arms up and handcuffed them to the chandelier. he said if he got back and my legs weren't spread wide, then i'd get 25 lashes with his new whip (in the garage) before he showed me the work to be done.
i asked why i couldn't do the work on the hot tub and the sink while he was gone.
the bastard said "don't you ever listen? i said you don't ask me questions. you just do what i tell you. i wouldn't trust you to keep your hands off your prick -- and you're not allowed to roam around this house on your own. do you understand?
i said yes, sir
he said the minute he got back -- before i started the work -- he would give me 50 hits with his belt (the one with the buckle) so i would remember not to backtalk and make unsolicited suggestions. then when we got back to the office, i could stand outside his office facing the wall.
after fixing the hot tub and the sink, the doorbell rang. it was brian, our nextdoor neighbor. i couldn't believe it. brian and i had been friends, running partners, tennis partners, and brian says nothing to me. he and brett just walked into the living room and brett just asked brian what he wanted to drink. brett made the drinks, said he would be right back. he pulled me over to the dining room area, which you could see from the living room area (pulled me by the prick, which was fairly elongated at the time) and handcuffed both arms to the chandelier. then he massaged my prick and said if i was a good boy, he would get a bowl of water filled with ice cubes and dip my prick in, which would give me some release (also shock my system a bit). obviously, brian knew what was going on with me. i couldn't believe it. i had loaned brian money several times, which brett told brian in my presence about 20 minutes later that brian could forget about paying back. brian never spoke to me. not hello. not anything. brett described the office setup softly enough that i could supposedly not hear it though he knew perfectly well that i could. he told brian that i know all about the _s_e_x_ual relationship that brett has been having with mary (my wife), and he just dropped information that he wanted me to hear again. brett told brian that his lawyers would be drawing up all the papers for the divorce, the alimony, the child support, brett's guardianship of all my finances, the custody (allowing me one hour visitation per week and brett having all the decision making powers regarding the boys). he laughed when he told brian that a courier from the lawyer's office will bring the papers for me to sign -- one at a time as they are ready. he said i have the right to read the papers but if i just sign them without reading them and delaying the courier it will be a lot better for me -- for any chance of my sore ass getting healed without more whippings daily, and for any chance i might have of not getting shaved from the neck down. he laughed again and brian laughed when he said there's no point in my reading the papers anyway because he (brett) had already decided what all the terms would be. i am standing their stark naked through all of this -- obviously my body marked with welts, bruises, very red from the whippings and paddlings -- and my prick so hard that it was straight out at a slight angle going upward -- very very long. as brett is talking (without acknowledging me at all) he just continus talking while walking over and very lightly shaking my prick so that i couldn't help make oohing and ahhing noises. brett -- talking to brian, not me -- said laughingly "if there's one thing chris knows, it's not to beg me to shoot his load right now. he knows that i would take out the whip and match what he just got earlier with the belt. "isn't that right, chris"
"yeh" i replied.
acting furious, though smirking and winking at brian at the time, "chris, i thought i told you how you were to answer. i am your boss. brian is my friend and neighbor. and you are not conducting yourself properly."
"yes, sir" i said.
"too late." brett walked out to the garage and said to count "one, sir" "two, sir" and in the method that jim and brett had decided, "if you miss one number, chris, you can start at the beginning. do you understand?"
"yes, sir"
it was the worst experience i can describe. i was bowling over.
"since you're prick stays so long, the next time i may whip that. there are several in the office who have suggested that."
brett winked at brian and said "we'll want photographs and videos of that"
brett uncuffed me and pulled me by the prick out to the car. given how sore i was, he seemed to realize that i would just have to sit in the car naked. though going from the garage of the office building to the office naked was strange, it was getting to feel not much different than the nakedness that was forced upon me in general.
on the elevator, brett said "chris, i'm going to overlook your hands being by your side this time. if it happens again, then i think the whip hitting your prick may be the answer. the reason you are required to keep your hands on your head, in part, is so that you are not tempted to touch your prick.
we walked in. i went to the computer to write today's MMSA Stories update. then jim told me that i was to stand outside brett's office with my hands on my head -- this time standing perpendicular to the wall so the very long dry squirming prick could be seen as well as brett's "latest handiwork."
they just touch it and massage it and lightly jiggle it regularly as if it's second nature.
this life is not what i had in mind.