i couldn't wait any longer. i walked up to brett's office (which i am actually not allowed to do) and, standing there naked as i'm forced to be, knocked on the door and told him i absolutely had to talk with him about something.
brett gave me an annoyed look and said "this better be good. you are not allowed to initiate conversations with me. you know that."
"look, brett, you seem to conveniently disregard the fact that i got you this job -- before you had me demoted to your former position and yourself promoted to my old position. you got me in such trouble with jeff (co. pres.) that he no longer even talks to me. i am still trying to accept the fact that you have been sleeping with my wife for 10 months while making sure i was working 40 extra hours a week so you could have me out of the way.
"what's your point, chris?"
i'm trying not to get nasty since he may just cut me off as usual and tell me to bend over for 50 beltings.
"brett, as ridiculous as all this is -- even though you have me over a barrel (because of that illegal thing i did 2 years ago), i have to draw the line. i've gone along with your taking over my life. i haven't even tried to see my wife or children except for the visits with the boys that you're arranging on your terms. i've turned over all my money and assets. i've gone along with everything. you even took away the coveralls i was supposed to be allowed to wear during the day in the office. would you want to be walking around the office naked all day?"
"chris, i don't have to walk around the office naked all day. you do -- because you're going to do whatever i say. period."
"brett, please listen. i've decided that i'm not playing in the tennis match with you saturday unless you do a few little things in return. it's so little that i'm embarassed to be groveling and asking. #1 i want to wear underwear in the office instead of being naked (i'll even agree to bikini underwear which i hate if necessary) #2 no more hanging me upside down from the rafter outside your office while i'm naked and you stand there hardening my prick #3 i've gone over 10 days with a hard prick. i'm not even asking that you let me jack off. i just want you to loosen the load, say, once every 2 days. then i'll play in the tennis game and go along with everything else. that's the deal."
brett started yelling, "i'll give this to you straight before i take out the new whip and give you 100 lashings. then you'll know how to answer the questions that i asked you for the first 10. first of all, there's no deal. you do what i say -- including the tennis match. you WILL play in the tennis match and in fact for the practice, which will be at sam's house you will now play with 3 things on -- jock strap, tennis shoes, and tennis socks.
i started to say something. he said "shut up" and leaned me up against the wall inside his office. he pulled my arms diagonally above my head with a silently clear instruction that i was not to take them down. he took both hands and spread my thighs so my legs were spread in an uncomfortable position. jeff (pres of co.) walked in, obviously having overheard part of this. then he walked out saying that he could see brett was busy and needed to set me straight again.
brett said to me viciously "i've been too lenient with you. as for your #1 you will never see or wear any underwear in this office. when i decided on your being naked, that was my decision. you are so close to becoming more naked -- as in all body hair removed from the neck down -- that you better not open your _f_u_c_k_ing mouth.
i stayed silent.
brett said "as for your request 2, now that i know you don't like being placed upside down outside my office hanging naked, you can count on it more frequently. as for request 3, if you hadn't barged into my office as if you had any basis to make any demands, i had been planning on working out a schedule with jim where you would be allowed to have your load shot once or twice a week at the end of our staff meetings. i was planning on letting you come before the end of the meeting and before everyone left and stand in your standard position with your hands on your head folded and your legs spread and let you ask politely to be jacked off -- and i was actually going to do it so everyone could see that i could be a nice guy occasionally. at this point, i have no idea when you'll get your load shot. don't count on it. furthermore, i'm going to arrange for a half dozen people to check you throughout the day -- so they can have you stand in position and they can massage it into a long hard erection when it's either hanging or just partially hard. do you understand?"
almost crying i said "yes, sir"
brett said "by the way, the trip with the 16 year olds is cancelled. however, they may need you to fill in for tennis practice when they are short one person. when they call you, just follow their instructions. the practice games are at the school when school is closed and other pretty private places, which is good for you because you will wear tennis shoes, tennis socks, and nothing else. if paul or the other guys want you to wear a jock strap, that's fine. you are not allowed to request it though. is that understood?
"yes sir" i said
"now chris how do you feel about being the big shot and making demands -- do you think that will happen again."
"no sir, i apologize"
brett said "there's got to be an extra punishment. that was a ridiculous request you made. especially the part about your deciding when you get your load shot. one of the pleasures i get is your knowing that my prick is being inserted regularly into your wife -- and that your prick is totally under my control. do you agree?
"yes sir" i said biting my tongue.
"i think that you need to realize that of all the demands that would be appropriate for you to make, that would be even more ridiculous than any. if you get jacked off, it will be only if and when i decide to. for now, i have to decide as your extra punishment -- it has to be something related to your prick, since that's the topic of your stupid request -- whether you should stand with your arms handcuffed high above your head, your legs handcuffed in such a way that they stay 2 feet apart, and you prick massaged into a long, hard erection FOLLOWED BY A PRICK LASHING WITH THE NEW WHIP. that would cause permanent scars and i have to think about it."
"brett, please sir, i'm really sorry. let's think of another way." i couldn't believe i am standing their naked and spread out against the wall begging for some punishment in substitute for something even more disgusting.
"well i would lash your _c_o_c_k_ after you have your visit with the boys this weekend. they will see you naked but not with marks -- except of course the marks and welts on your butt and the back of your thighs."
"please brett, i'll do anything in place of that. let me be dressed when i meet with the boys. there's no way to explain this to them. i can't have them know about this." i said
brett said smugly "oh, i'll explain everything to them in advance. at least enough that they will no you're being punished."
"please brett, i'll do anything. i have an account that i never said anything about. it's in north caroline. $15000. you can have it. just give me an alternate punishment. and do something other than those 2 things."
brett said casually "first of all, i'm going to whip you for holding out. when i told you your finances all get turned over to me, that's what i meant. so keep that in mind when you get an extra spanking today before i leave. jim will give you the papers to sign so he can get that money tomorrow. bad mistake, chris."
"now i'll sleep on this before making any compromising decisions. now while i'm getting the whip from downstairs, do 100 pushups without your prick touching the floor. do you understand?"
"yes sir" i said.
jesus, i can't believe my idea was such a flop. when brett got back with the whip, he asked how many pushups i had done. i said "100 + 10 extra sir" can you believs i've degraded myself to the point that i'm buttering up this bastard.
brett arranged the chairs so that while i was on the floor i could be kneeled down (most important thing that my prick didn't get to rub against the floor -- he feels that is too much like a reward). he had my knees on the floor, my arms spread full length unbent so my shoulders were a few feet off the ground while my hands were face down on the floor, butt in the air so he had the easiest possible aim. this whip looked powerful.
"chris, you made a big mistake today. i'm doing you a favor by giving you such a severe whipping that you'll remember it in case you have another lapse of judgement. 10 questions before each of the first 10 lashes. yes is the correct answer to all of them. then 90 more. i want you to take this like a man. if you act like a little boy, that's all the more reason that i will have to shave your body.
question 1 "do you agree you deserve to have your body shaved?
i said "yes, sir" the feeling of the whip hitting my butt was the most excruciating pain i had ever experienced. i cannot even imagine what it will look like with me walking around like that. when one of the other guys walked in, i could hear brett commenting how nice it would be for my body to start looking less than perfect.
question 2. are you going to accept the fact that your wife and i will do what we want, your life will be what i decide it will be, and your prick will be hard as a rock, long, and dry unless i decide, on occasion, to be generous and shoot your load?
"yes sir" the yell i gave out after the 2nd whip was a sound i never knew i was capable of.
question 3. "are you going to stand up after this whipping and apologize properly and write 500 times on a piece of paper that you deserve to go at least a month with a hard prick.
"yes sir" i can't even describe the rest of the whips. the cuts, the blood, the long lines across my thigh and butt. brett went through the 10 questions and then 90 more.
then he said "chris, a few of us will take our dinner break so you can stay here handcuffed for an hour or so." he massaged my prick (already very hard) just to elongate it a bit more and then took a photograph. he said it was already on video in case i got any bright ideas.
then brett said " we'll bring you back some leftovers. since the new guy who had just started work walked in, brett decided to also say "do we understand each other, chris -- naked ALL the time unless i decide to make an exception, a hard prick unless i decide to reward you, and you make no requests of any kind. you do what i tell you or jim tells you or george (the new guy standing there) tells you.
"yes sir" i said
my prick started to get just a little shorter so he rubbed it just enough that it would lengthen and he knew i would start oohing and aahing and breathing heavily -- making it clear that i would do anything to have my load shot yet not asking him to do it.
brett said "good boy, chris. i don't want to hear any of your pleadings to PLEASE SHOOT MY LOAD, I'LL DO ANYTHING because the bottom line is you're going to do anything i ask without any deals. is that correct?
i said "yes sir"
i was left handcuffed through their dinner, while they chatted in his office afterward, and for their evening staff meeting. they discussed me during the meeting as if i wasn't there. a lot of laughing. a lot of clarification as to what would be happening with me. when they left, brett uncuffed me and said it would be best if i walked back to my office on all fours -- being sure to not let my prick touch the floor. after he massaged my prick to make me feel desperate to be jacked off, he took his hand off and said "chris, what are you waiting for?"
i said nothing.
brett said "i didnt hear an answer, chris."
i said "sorry sir, i'm not waiting for anything sir"
jim, who managed to walk back to my cubicle faster than i could go back on all fours, had my computer turned on. he said my immediate assignmenbt was to get this to MMSA Stories pronto. then stand up facing the wall in the usual position. it would be a few hours after that before jim would drive me to the rooming house.
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