Mr. Preston called me into his office one week ago today. Until that day, I called Mr. Preston by his first name, Tom. The first thing he told me was that I was now to call him Mr. Preston. Then the nightmare continued.
Hernando (the new guy I had hired) was sitting there with a smug demeanor on his face. I truly cannot believe what has happened.
A month ago, Hernando (a handsome guy 22 years old, 6'2", lean, in great shape, charismatic) applied for a job in my department. He needed a job badly, needed a place to live, and even though he was not really qualified I hired him and even rented him the basement apartment beneath the townhouse that I own.
My name is Christopher (32 years old, sort of a Rock Hudson look, 6'1", excellent shape) and have worked in a good management position with this company for 4 years. Tom (now, Mr. Preston) has raised my salary 3 times during that period.
Hernando, I have just learned, has given "Mr. Preston" such a tall story (which Mr. Preston believes) that Mr. Preston has decided to promote Hernando (giving the company a visible Hispanic in a high position). Effective one month ago during this meeting in Mr. Preston's office, these are the changes. My life is now turned inside out. And this is after my training Hernando, covering for him, giving him the basement apartment in my home for almost no rent, getting him all kinds of office perks. Now Hernando has really screwed me. Because Hernando had access to the main quarters in my townhouse, he took papers out of my desk drawer at home and showed them to Mr. Preston. They were papers that were not supposed to leave the office.
This is the situation that Mr. Preston advised me of in his office a month ago. Hernando was sitting in the office, taking notes (obviously in good with Mr. Preston -- and Hernando now calls him "Tom"). I was told to stand. It was humiliating.
Mr. Preston explained to me, with Hernando there taking notes and acting smug, that effective immediately Hernando would have his salary doubled, which means it is higher than mine was. Hernando would have my office, and I would have a desk outside his office, right near where the secretary sits. My salary would now be 30% less than Hernando was making before. And Hernando would be my direct supervisor. Basically, I was now on probation, and it was at Hernando's discretion whether I continued with the company. If not, there would not be a good reference given. At that point, Mr. Preston told me to move my belongings to the desk out in the hall while he and Hernando went to lunch. Then Hernando would give me the rest of the instructions when they returned. I was not to discuss any matters directly with Mr. Preston anymore. Everything was to go through Hernando.
Two hours later, Hernando called me into his office, closed and locked the door, and said to listen and follow instructions. Since I really could not afford to lose the job (much less leave without getting a good reference), I was not in a good position.
Hernando advised me first that if I planned to argue then we could just terminate my services now. Did I understand? When I answered "Yes, Hernando," he said I would now be addressing him as "Mr. Juarez." I was told to strip naked and put my clothes (everything, suit, tie, and everything in his desk drawer -- which he locked up). He said that 100 lashes with the belt (with my hands firmly on his desk) would get us off to the right start). When Mr. Preston knocked on the door, Hernando let him in. They ignored me, talked about their afternoon meeting for 5 minutes, Preston left, and Hernando continued the remaining 73 lashes. Since he knew I couldn't sit down, he said I could complete the rest of my afternoon assignments standing. My butt, thighs, and back of my legs were so black and blue, I could not believe it.
For discipline, he then put on a chastity belt and kept the key. My new attire for the office was a tanktop shirt, loose gym shorts, and sandals. For the afternoon, I was to go home, move Hernando's things into the main house, and I would be in the basement apt. from now on. My curfew until further notice was 7pm, lights out/ bedtime 8pm. Up at 6am. At the office starting work at 7am.
On Fridays, I could come into Hernando's office at 5pm and strip, at which time he would consider milking me to give me some relief. So far it has been a month, and he has refused each time. He just puts the chastity belt back on, and 3 of the 4 weeks has whipped me again. Says that will be the case until my work improves.
Saturdays I spend naked in the office doing busy work, and Sundays I spend naked in the townhouse cleaning it until it is immaculate. That is the only time Hernando allows me there except if he needs some extra cleaning there.
Nothing is allowed without his permission. Mr. Preston has commended Hernando (in my presence) on the fine job he is going with my discipline.
The only things that are in the basement apt. are toothbrush, toothpaste, toiletries, and 4 sets of tanktops and gym shorts. No underwear. Hernando keeps the key to the chastity belt.
Today is Thursday, and I pleaded with Hernando to milk me. Instead for asking a day early, he had me strip off my tanktop and shorts and sandals to get 200 lashes with the belt. Said until further notice curfew and bedtime would be 7pm. He said the "_c_o_c_k_ stays in the cage for awhile longer."
If there is any more insubordination, Hernando says I might have 3 hours per week at the office without the chastity belt though it will also mean wearing no tanktop, no shorts, no sandals, no nothing. Though the 3 hour period would be 5 - 8pm when the secretarial staff has left, there are still guys hanging around talking and working.
The phone in the basement of the townhouse has been taken out. Hernando screens my calls. Most of them I am not allowed to take at all. A few he gives me 3 minutes to call back in his presence.
He reminds me that this control and discipline will serve me well. Beginning Monday, I am required to take a 6am run and then prepare Hernando's breakfast before leaving for the office.
I have to wait 8 more days (a week from tomorrow) before requesting relief (milking). Hernando says "don't count on it."