when that miserable bart (12 year old who lives next door to what was my house until brett took over my life) showed up and convinced me that brett had authorized him to belt me 50 times, i thought brett would exclude the kid from just dropping into the office and watch me work naked.
quite the opposite. brett told bart that since he was so resourceful, brett would make an exception and let bart take me for an evening to the public gym -- wearing the bikini underwear that bart found so funny since it slid down 2 inches and hardly even covered my prick.
bart and his friends who came to the office to fetch me said it really didn't matter because what i needed to do at the gym were nude calisthenics, which they would photograph. that way i would not be so ornery the next time they decided to use my one day off -- knowing that the photos would be shown to the neighbors and my sons' friends. as long as i went along with the program and did what they said, then they would be reputable and keep their word about doing anything like that.
i cannot believe brett, my own boss, has just escorted 3 12 year olds and 2 16 year olds into my office so that 12 year old bart can show them the sounds i make when my prick is jiggled just enough to go into a long hard erection -- without being allowed to shoot my load.
bart is back to perfecting his imitation of my panting and grunting and heavy breathing sounds, which i can't help doing. they decided to video it so they could play it back and get the sound effects. their laughter goes so long that it practically drowns out bart's disgusting imitation.
"enough of the variety show" bart says. "let's bring him to the gym. i want to see him do calisthenics according to our count. i can yell pretty fast and pretty loud. who's going to make his prick extra-erect for the video. when it's like that, the flopping up and down is even funnier than my imitation of his panting."
i said "brett, please."
brett says, "chris, i really think that bart has enough integrity that he's not going to show the pictures to your sons' friends. anyway, i told you -- at this point, i'm going to tell your boys about the whippings and the punishments so they may as well visit you in a naked state and see the welts and stuff."
i wore those disgusting little bikini undershorts in the car with these miserable boys. they did not waste a minute ordering me to do jumping jacks, pushups, and some other things i don't even know what to call them.
they had promised brett that they would personally soap me up and wash me in the shower so there would be no chance of my load being shot. then they brought me back to the rooming house and made sure i lied on my back and was cuffed at the hands with no covers -- so there was no rubbing against my prick.
as they're walking out, they're going back into hysterical laughter with the imitations of my panting. then they walk back in one last time and massaged my _c_o_c_k_ -- threatening to tie up my legs too if i didn't spread them wider.
this is my life now.
chris