i'm groveling like a pathetic man at 36 years old -- asking my boss, Brett, who now lives with my wife at my house supervising my kids (after he screwed around with my wife behind my back for almost a year and had me demoted) -- and now, because he has something on me, supervises me and orders me around like i'm nothing.
i've had no choice about being naked in the office and being whipped when he thinks i deserve it and living naked in a rooming house with no privacy. if he reminds me one more time that his prick is the only one that has contact with my wife and as far as he's concerned, my prick will have no action unless and until he (brett) decides to jack me off. he and the rest of the office laugh during and after his little massage sessions where he publicly has me with my hands folded on my head and my legs spread uncomfortably far apart so he can massage my prick just enough to elongate it and keep it hard -- and he manages to do it so there is no relief and no cum and it stays dry.
i just came from brett's office about the first of the one-hour visitations i get with my two sons, tim and lewis (12 and 14). my getting to wear clothes is out, and he explains to me (as if we are having a business discussion) that the bikini underwear (purple, 2 sizes too big, look ridiculous) slide so low that i would really look better stripped completely. brett says "chris, i'm just looking out for your best interests." and i'm not letting another expense come out of your allowance for another pair. and i gave away your other clothes, including the underwear, which i wouldn't let you wear anyway.
i said "brett, please just this once, i'm asking you 2 things. just for the time with my boys.
"chris," brett said, "it really doesn't matter. they already found out that you're stripped naked all the time. they know that you have no privileges. and please don't argue with me again about their seeing the welts and whip marks on your butt and back thigh. you earned those from disobeying, and i want them to know there are consequences for bad behavior."
i said "brett, what can i do in exchange for wearing at least some regular underwear. and let me at least not have to keep my hands on my head and my legs spread during the visit. please. my prick is just going to get more and more erect.
brett, starting to show his annoyance, said, "chris, now you're wasting my time. if you behave decently between now and your visit day with the boys, then i will hold off any whippings until after that visit so the only marks they will see will be what's already there and doesn't heal. if i decide to shave you from the neck down, i'll do it after the visit so i can tell them about it and they'll be prepared. my mind is made up. you'll be totally naked. hands on head. legs apart. and if you can control your self, then maybe your prick will just be hanging normally. i won't massage it into an erection the day of their visit. that's my compromise. and i'm not relenting.
"brett please" i pleaded.
"enough" now instead of the scheduled whipping for today, just bend over into the position with your hands clasped around your ankles for the staff meeting. it's not going to be a long meeting anyway. then leave walking on all 4s back to your office.
"brett, I -- "
"go! now!" he yelled.
i can't believe this.
chris