at this point, my boss' assistant, jim, requires me to write a MMSA Stories story. and if i leave out certain details, then the whip comes out an extra time.
jim just ordered me to get up while he types in his point of view. i now have to stand naked facing the wall with my legs spread and my hands folded on my head right here in the office while jim takes his time. i almost got snappy with jim and then remembered that the result could be my being punished by brett even more than usual. if that's possible.
my name is jim. chris' account is pretty much on the mark. let me share my point of view. when i first came to this company, chris was a high-level officer, sr. v. p. i was his assistant. brett persuaded chris to recommend him (brett) for the financial officer position. jeff, who is pres. of the company, reluctantly took brett on.
eventually, brett caught chris doing something with the finances that -- to this day, if anyone other than brett and i knew -- would land him in prison. brett and i managed to remain quiet about it. brett also managed to get into jeff's good graces -- geting chris demoted to the financial officer position (now doing not much more than bookkeeping) and himself (brett) as sr. v. p. -- now having chris' former office (with plush carpeting and a private bath) for himself. jeff doesn't even talk to chris. jeff and brett now do everything together that jeff and chris used to do -- lunch, health club, tennis.
brett seems to have convinced jeff that chris should remain around -- under the "guidance" of brett. everyone now knows that brett and mary (chris' wife) have been seeing each other _s_e_x_ually for about 10 months. my job has been to make sure chris was cooped up in the office and on ridiculous assignments (some even out of the town) while brett and mary could be together.
the big shock last week was when brett -- with me standing there in his office -- informed chris that way things were. all in one meeting, brett managed to break all the news about what had been going on and the way things would be. once chris understood, in that meeting, that any noncompliance or backtalk on his part would mean "off to prison for chris" he agreed to be disciplined in whatever way brett (and I) said.
i have to mention that i am the only gay one in this scenario. brett is pretty good looking, a little overweight, in decent but not perfect shape. chris, on the other hand, is so handsome and so well built that i joined the health club in our office building just to see his body a few times a week. perfect body with and without clothes. brett has always been jealous of chris, esp. his good looks and body. i think that's why he decided to seduce his wife.
i could not believe how well the first meeting went. very little resistance on chris' part. i guess out of necessity. brett and i (and even jeff) joked how easy it was and how chris obviously would be putty from now on. when brett gave chris 5 minutes to remove all his clothes, give them to me for confiscation, and stand facing him with his hands folded on his head and his legs spread, that's what he did. when chris started to whine and brett took off his belt, chris got into the "yes, sirs" pretty quickly.
as embarassing as it is now for chris to be naked at the office and the rooming house where we put him and some other places, chris is ingratiating with us mostly because (i think) he doesn't want his terrific body to be shaved and he hopes we'll let him visit with his sons (12 and 14) without his being stripped naked for those visits. we're kind of playing with that. i'm not sure how we'd explain to his sons about the red butt, welts, hairless body (if we decide to shave him). everyone in the office and the neighbors (near the house that used to be chris' and is now taken over by brett, who is running the household and supervising chris' sons) are being discreet -- while enjoying what they see.
chris has not really asked any more about seeing his wife, mary. i think he realizes that if he were allowed a visit, he would be stripped naked for that visit. so he just doesn't bring it up. so far, when the couriers come to the office for the papers to be signed (whatever legal arrangements brett decides), chris has signed them. i had to laugh. brett just told chris "you don't need to read them before signing them. i've looked them over and they're fine."
we're sort of keeping chris' prick in a marathon. it seems the longer we make sure it's kept hard and unjacked off, the longer it gets. at this point it's often so hard and long that it goes parallel to his body and almost lodged against his abdomen. we've got it down to a science now where brett and i know how to massage it very slowly (just enough to get loud sounds of panting from chris) while keeping it dry. i love hearing him beg to have his load shot. so far, we're not doing it. and if he's caught even touching it, he knows the consequences. since he'd apparently never even been spanked or whipped before this ordeal, he's particularly unhappy and humiliated. he doesn't really know whether brett would actually go so far as to whip his prick with the belt or the whip. and doesn't really know whether brett would shave his body. i'm not sure brett knows either. however, chris is not likely to take the chance. given how obnoxious and tough chris always was with me and with brett (professionally, that is), i must say it is nice having him eat out of our hands. this has all really helped my relationship with brett. before our stripping/whipping/disciplining chris program, brett never even asked me to join him for lunch. now he's even taken me to the country club one time. we have a lot to laugh about now.
brett is in the mode now where he wants some time with mary without thinking about chris being around. so we just met with the 16-year-old son of jeff, the pres. of the co. the kid's name is scott. even though this means another period of time before chris gets to see his own kids, brett decided that scott and his friends from high school could take chris along on their 2-week trip next week -- with the understanding that chris would be along to follow scott's and the others instructions, doing all the odd jobs, carrying their bags, keeping their car clean. i think chris is going to be upset being under the jurisdiction and the orders of a 16-year-old. anyway, apparently brett and scott and chris had a meeting this morning so i will now order chris to write about it.
back to chris.
i'm back. this is chris. i cannot believe this. jim just told me to describe what is happening new -- the talk i had with brett. and if i leave out any details that i think jim would consider important just because it is embarassing, then i will be invited to assume the position for 50 whacks. jim and brett just bought a new paddle.
jesus, this is disgusting. standing their in brett's office naked as usual with my hands on my head and my legs spread (no matter how wide i spread them, brett tells me to spread them wider). he says it's better in terms of my keeping an erection. scott, this punk kid, says that for my "clothes" i will wear a jock strap and tee shirt and sandals on the trip. just in case they need me for tennis (since i can play better than any of those 16 year olds, they may need a fourth), then he'll keep tennis shoes, tennis socks, and a tennis shirt and shorts in the trunk. he said for the places we stop where it would it would only be suitable for me to be covered, then the tennis clothes will be fine. scott made it clear, as the miserable kid winked at brett, that i'll be naked while travelling in the car and probably 80% of the time otherwise. they are bringing cuffs so when i'm put to bed (early every evening so i'll be rested enough to do any of the work they need done) and when i'm left alone, my hands will be cuffed and unable to touch my prick.
scott said there is a slight possibility that midway during the trip he might shoot my load one time -- if he's feeling generous and if i am able to follow his instructions properly. scott said he has a feeling it's more likely that extra spankings beyond the usual every other day will be necessary -- rather than the reward of getting jacked off.
at that point in the meeting, brett asked me to do 50 jumping jacks. you can't imagine what that is like in the nude without even a jockstrap -- if you know what i mean. if i did not include this in my description here, jim would have given me an extra whipping for excluding it.
tonight i am supposed to meet with scott and his friends for an introductory meeting. he said he wants me at his house at 4pm (if that was all right with brett) -- two hours before the meeting so i could mow the lawn at his house. he said his dad (jeff, the pres of our co) had told him (scott) to do it and now he'll be delegating some of these chores to me. he said i did not need to be naked. i could wear tennis shoes and white socks -- nothing more. then he would hose me down outside afterward before the meeting so i would be clean. if there was time time left, i could start waxing his dad's car. in the garage and in the nude.
scott and brett reminded me that at the meeting tonight at the house and on the trip with him and his friends, i would not be joining them for meals. whatever was left from their plates would be fine for me to eat. brett feels i should get over my germ consciousness and this is a good way. the only part of the meal that will be mine is cleaning up. after each instruction, brett asks "do you understand?" if i do not say, "yes, sir" then he's liable to come up with new punishments.
scott has already gotten into the habit of walking over to me and totally second-nature while he's talking rubbing my prick just in such way that the erection gets longer and harder. one time he said to brett "let's pump this up a bit. i think he's getting too comfortable."
when i mentioned at the end of the meeting that i had not eaten anything yet for lunch, brett said that this was a good time to put scott's idea into effect -- and it would save money. brett said he would be decreasing my allowance, effective immediately, and he or someone from the office would bring their leftovers from lunch -- instead of my being allowed to use the vending machine.
brett and scott went to a very expensive restaurant for lunch and brought me back some crappy leftovers from their plates -- mostly lunch rolls and what was left of a soggy salad.
when i come close to being defiant or even asking a question, brett somehow seems to mention how it might be time for him to be considering something more serious like my being tied up (both hands and legs), having my prick pumped into a long long erection, and then a good session with the whip. as a reminder about the possibility of shaving me, he keeps the razor and can of shaving cream on the conference table in his office. it isn't that i know he would do those things. i just don't know that he wouldn't.
brett also loves to mention the possibility of bringing a guy, paul, who was on the track team with me in high school, into the office. i have actually offered to do extra work and give up whatever brett wanted me to give up rather than paul seeing what brett is doing to me. i cannot explain how humiliating this would be.
yesterday, brett had told brian (my next door neighbor from when i lived in the house that brett has now taken over) that it would not be necessary for brian to pay me back the money he had borrowed from me. since there was an informal document that we had both signed, brett told brian to bring it in and i would sign the loan marked "paid in full." since brian came in during the part of the day when my arms were handcuffed to the rod outside brett's office and brett had made sure that my erection was at its fullest just moments before brian came in, i was especially uncomfortable. the most infuriating thing was that brian -- who had been my friend and for whom i had done many favors (he's now a pal of brett's) -- just took the handcuff key, unlocked one of them, handed me a pen, took the paper, relocked the handcuff, and walked back into brett's office -- never said a word to me. oh yes, he jiggled my prick for about 8 seconds so it got a little harder and a little longer.
when brian left brett's office, i was still standing outside brett's office in my daily 2 - 3 pm position) naked with my arms high above my head and a thick long erection, and brian made no eye contact with me, said nothing. i heard brett say, "oh, brian, when you come by after dinner, you can go through chris' things in the garage and take what you want. i'm getting rid of everything. anything you don't take is being given away." then brett looked at me and then looked away and said to brian "the coveralls work fine for when we transport chris from one place to another. i thought i'd get him a pair of bikini underwear and a jock strap just in case i want him to wear anything occasionally." they both laughed.
i have to leave now. jim is taking me over to mow the lawn and at least start waxing the car before my meeting with the teenagers. a few minutes ago, the miserable 16 year old who will be my supervisor for 2 weeks just called jim to find out what is the best way to spank me tonight if it is necessary. jim said that it was up to him though the first time over the knee with a paddle might be a good idea. i heard jim say, over the speakerphone, in my presence, to make it clear to me that chris does what you tell him and backtalk is to be disciplined. they both laughed.
bye for now.