I am Brett. As you may know from the previous accounts by Chris and by me, Chris works for me. And he found out recently that his wife, Mary, and I have been sleeping together for quite awhile while I kept Chris very busy at the office, out of town, anyplace that would keep him out of our way. In one session at the office, I spilled everything to Chris. The fact that Mary and I are continuing to see each other. I have taken control over Chris' house, his children, his finances, and Chris lives in the rooming house (in a room with 9 other guys). Because of the goods that I have on Chris (which would result in prison for him), Chris just follows all my instructions.
Chris has been stripped naked -- his body and his life. It is understood in the office that Chris (36 years old) works naked in the office, gets whipped regularly, does calisthenics in the nude there without a jockstrap, is not allowed to make or receive calls, and gets spanked extra if he questions me.
If you want more of the details, read the earlier pieces under chris2 (and one of them under chris). In addition to Chris wanting to avoid being prosecuted and imprisoned for what I know he did in terms of financial improprieties, he wants to avoid the next level of punishment. Right now, for well over a week, Chris has learned what it is like to have his prick kept hard, long, and -- much to his dismay -- dry. My asst. Jim and I massage it just enough to keep him panting. So far I have not given Chris or authorized Chris to get his load shot. Chris is hoping that I will do that perhaps more than anything else.
The other thing that helps keep him in line is about the one-hourper-week visits that I am allowing him to have with his 2 sons. He knows I have not decided whether he will be naked or allowed to wear coveralls -- obviously he wants the latter. I will probably start out, at least, allowing Chris to wear the coveralls -- then maybe working down to undershorts, bikini underwear, a jockstrap, and eventually naked. It seems less hypocritical to me that his boys know how he is really attired at the office.
Then Chris is also agreeable and ingratiating because he does not want me to get angry enough that I shave his body. Somehow even more than the welts and bruises from his whippings, walking around the office naked and without hair -- he's always been obviously vain about his body -- bothers him. Walking around with his prick hard, long, elongated and ranging from perpendicular to his body to almost parallel (with his prick lodged against his abdomen) is very very uncomfortable for him. He also knows if he protests again, it could result in the appropriate punishment -- having his prick whipped in the office.
Jim, my asst., and Jeff (pres of the co.) still laugh in amazement that Chris got duped into this so quickly.
This afternoon, I told Chris he could wear coveralls to drive in the car with me. I had some stops to make and decided Chris could carry some rather large boxes to the car. There was no conversation. He just does what he is told. Even though I am 4 years younger than he and he was the one who actually got me the job at the company (initially he was my supervisor before I managed to reverse it), at this point he knows to just do what he is told.
This is a true story, and Chris himself still has trouble believing it is happening.
When we finished doing the errands this afternoon, I realized that I would not have time to get back to the office before stopping off at the house (formerly Chris' house, now the house that I live in with Chris' wife, Mary, and his 2 sons). I explained to Chris that Mary and I were meeting at the house a little later than usual for our afternoon _s_e_x_ (2:30pm) so he (Chris) would have to wait in the basement area for about 45 minutes while Mary and I were in the bedroom. I wish you could have seen the expression on his face.
I have not allowed Chris to see Mary at all since I told him about the situation. Chris went right to the rooming house, and I have sorted out Chris' things -- getting rid of almost everything. I want him to start fresh -- and given he's not allowed any activities, the small allowance I give him is sufficient.
Chris probably does not insist upon seeing Mary because he knows that the only way I would permit a visit (if I would permit one, which I wouldn't) is with Chris naked for the meeting and in his standard position -- hands folded on top of his head and legs spread -- which in my opinion helps keep his prick erect.
Anyways, we got to the house. Chris wanted to just stay in the car though he didn't argue when I told him to get out of the car in the garage, take off his coveralls so he would be naked (which is his appropriate attire unless he is in transport), then he was to walk into the basement area. He was told to lie down on the cot in the basement -- on his back with his arms above his head and his legs spread. This way, I could handcuff and footcuff him on the bed with an assurance that he could not touch his prick or shoot his load. Although he is not supposed to argue, he pleaded to be allowed to sit on the cot -- promising to keep his hands on his head and his legs spread. Because I want him to know that I am maintaining the discipline that I said I would -- and following through with what I say I'm going to do -- I reminded him that he is not allowed to question my orders and when he does, it means a whipping.
"Please, Brett, all right I'm sorry. I'll do exactly what you said. Please pretend I didn't ask to do something different." He has gotten used to pleading pathetically.
I said "Chris, I don't want you correcting misdeeds, I want you to just do what you're told and keeps things simple. And you did not address me properly."
"Please, Sir. Not here. I'll do anything you ask in return." I signaled to him what position to get it in for his whipping. I know the thought of his wife hearing the whip on his butt and his screaming was his worst nightmare.
"Chris, I'm counting to 5. I hope for your sake you are turned onto your stomach on the cot with your arms in place to be handcuffed and your feet spread wide so your feet can be handcuffed. As I mentioned to you once, when you are lying on your stomach, even though it seems you would be able to rub your prick by moving, it doesn't work that way when you legs are spread very widely."
25 cracks with the whip across his butt and back thigh resulted in sounds that could, of course, be heard throughout the house. Even clearer was his screaming, yelping, and begging for me to stop. I left him in that position and went up to the bedroom -- leaving all the doors in between open. I must admit that Mary and I are loud lovemakers.
Mary took a quick shower and left the house to do some errands -- leaving through the front door. While I was taking a shower, Brian from next door walked in through the garage with his son, who is 13, Bart. Brian and I have become such good friends that he's welcome to just come in anytime. It kills Chris that Brian and I are such good friends since Chris and Brian used to do lots of things together and Chris even loaned Brian a lot of money, which I told Brian (while Chris was standing silent and naked the other day) that he did not have to repay it. I know Chris is bothered by this situation -- and by the fact that Brian and I talk in Chris' presence about him without Brian saying one word to Chris (not even hello).
When Brian and his son passed Chris lying on the cot -- obviously whipped freshly -- Brian explained to Bart that sometimes adults misbehave and in this instance, Brett was disciplining Chris appropriately. Brian suggested to Bart (in Chris' presence) that he not say anything to his friend Lewis (Chris' son) about this because Brett was still in the process of explaining the full situation to Chris' 2 sons.
Brett called down to Brian (after Brian called up to Brett to say hello) "Brian, would you unlock the cuffs. And Chris, I want you to come up here."
Brett unlocked the cuffs, and Chris got up to walk through the house and up the stairs. Brian called up to Brett "Brett, have you changed your instructions to Chris about keeping his hands on his head and his legs spread?"
"Of course not" said Brett.
Very quickly Chris made the adjustment.
When Chris arrived in the master bedroom -- seeing all the clear living arrangements before his eyes (no photos of Chris, lots of photos of Brett, Mary, and Chris' sons) -- Brett called to Chris to bring him a towel from the linen closet. Chris handed it to Brett through the shower curtain. Brett said, "Chris, for your next 25 whacks (this time with a paddle) for not having your hands on your head, wait outside the master bedroom bent over with your hands clasped around your ankles. Now!"
"Yes sir" said Chris.
Brian's son was really enjoying this and got to watch all 25.
And then while Brian, Brett, and Bart had a cold drink in the living room, Chris (already escorted with Brett pulling him by holding his elongated stiff prick) to the dining room and cuffing his arms high above his head.
Brian made a crack about Chris getting to visit his old house while there was some action going on. I realized I should not have emphasized the prick business in front of Brian's son but the kids now know everything anyway. I made my remark making sure that Chris could hear it. "Chris finally understands that my prick belongs to Mary. And Chris' prick will be out of commission until I decide otherwise. The only action is gets is when we pump it up into a good hard erection."
At that point I walked over and massaged his prick so Brian and Brett could hear Chris' all-to-familiar panting, huffing -- obviously willing to do anything to be ejaculated. No chance.
We just got back here to the office. And Chris has been informed that he will work extra hours to make up for the time we were out.
So long for now.
Brett