my boss brett (32) just stripped me (36) naked again and took away the little that he let me have. he gave me one lousy day that i was allowed to wear clothes (after being naked every other day in the office, in the rooming house that he makes me stay at). i am such a laughingstock at the office that it's beyond belief. after he decided to be generous and let me wear a stupid-looking jumpsuit that zippers at the neck down to the crotch (no underwear) just tennis shoes and socks, he said on saturdays only i could go out and do something with the understanding that i have no contact with any of the people in my life from before.
brett, you see, was working me 80 hours a week for 10 months to keep me away from my wife who unbeknownst to me he was screwing twice a day. now after giving me an offer that i couldn't refuse because of a financial impropriety that he could send me to prison for, i am totally under his control. he has ownership of my house, cars, all assets, all money (and i was independently wealthy), guardianship of my kids (whom he lets come to visit for 1 hour per week and after lengthy begging on my part, i am required to stay totally naked for my visits with the kids and my hands have to remain folded on top of my head and have my legs spread so my prick stays hard and dry -- when the kids see the welts and bruising and red butt from the almost daily whippings brett gives me, it is degrading.)
anyways, part of the reason he let me have just saturday off was with the understanding that i still could not jack off. his asst., jim, on saturdays only could shoot my load if he was willing in exchange for my doing jim';s chores.
if i didn't clear every saturday activity in advance with brett, i couldn't do it. since brett has taken over my life, including friends and country club membership and social life with my wife, he forbid me to even have a conversation with any of the people that he now sees with my wife. literally i am allowed no calls incoming or outgoing from sun through friday.
after walking on all 4s, doing calisthenics in the nude, and eating only leftovers at the office, i thought just a little break on saturday would be nice. brett, the bastard, found out that i had a conversation with one of the guys i used to play tennis with. his name is bob. brett literally showed up at the park where bob and i were sitting talking and had ne stand up with bob right there. brett unzipped the jump suit, ripped it completely off. he left the tennis shoes and socks on and ordered me to march in front of him with my hands on top of my head. i cannot believe the stares. now it's not just people at the office and the rooming house that see me naked with huge belt and whip marks on my butt. 125 lashes with his new belt after he ordered me to lie down on the grass on my stomach reaching my arms as high as i could and spreading my legs.
brett left the torn jump suit in the garbage can and drove me back to the rooming house where i was handcuffed and footcuffed lying on my back. as he started pumping my prick into an erection just enough to get long and hard but not cum i was panting and yelling louder and more desperately than ever. if i begged in words to have my load shot, he so much as said it would mean 100 more lashes.
he would stop pumping my prick into an erection for 5 minutes and then continue back -- for an hour. zero chance of his shooting my load. though he said i have now earned a neck to foot shaving of hair. he asked how my kids would like to see that on the next visit. i begged and pleaded. he said it will be a nice spectacle in the office for everyone to watch the shaving.
meanwhile, he will hire someone -- money to come out of my allowance -- to repeat the prick massaging (with no chance of enjaculating) once per day because the people in the office and the teenagers in the neighborhood like to come over and hear my groaning.
"do you understand, chris?" he asked
"yes sir" is aid to brett.
his asst., jim, requires me to write these up for MMSA Stories to add to my humiliation. if i don't write the embarassing details, it means an extra spanking.