(To get some background read the Brett and Chris stories by Chris and Chris2 on the MMSA Stories Archive.)
Introduction
Hello, this is Chris again. I am being required to write to the archive with an account of my visit to my family. Although I had longed to see my wife Mary and my 12 and 14-year-old sons Tim and Lewis again, this visit turned out to be my worst nightmare.
As you know, Brett has completely taken over my life. He discovered the illegal securities transactions I was involved in at my company and has used this to blackmail me and control me. Even before this happened Brett had seduced my wife Mary. Although I was kept completely in the dark about it, she has been submitting to him _s_e_x_ually on a regular basis. I have been moved out of my house which has been signed over, along with all my financial assets, to Brett. I am occasionally allowed supervised access to the house in order to perform the duties of maid and houseboy, but my keys have been taken away from me and I must wait at the door to be admitted. I am not permitted to drive or make phone calls without specific permission and supervision. I am not allowed to associate with any of my former friends and neighbors. Brett has even required me to forgive all debts and has given away all my personal possessions. My clothes have all been taken away from me and I am required to be naked at work and at my new residence, a boarding house for men only. While there, I am constantly under supervision and must sleep with restraints to insure that I do not masturbate. As I don't have any money to pay rent, it has been arranged that I will earn my keep by performing chores and submitting to the demands of the other tenants. Brett has taken over my position as head of the company and I have been reduced to little more than an errand boy who is kept on only to be abused and humiliated.
Brett and his associates have complete control over me physically and _s_e_x_ually. I am kept naked at the office and unless told to do otherwise, I must remain in a position with my hands on my head, my legs spread wide apart and my penis on display. If I am ordered to move from one place to another about the office I must do so on all fours, being very careful not to let my penis touch the floor. This is prohibited because I might derive some _s_e_x_ual satisfaction from the contact and this is strictly forbidden. Additionally, I am kept in a constant state of intense but unsatisfied _s_e_x_ual arousal by Brett and his assistants who stroke, tickle and manipulate my throbbing penis and keep it hugely, almost painfully erect at all times. It is in this condition that I am paraded before the office staff and required to do exercises that cause my turgid penis to bounce and jiggle in the most lascivious and degrading manner imaginable.
Any infraction of Brett's rules, any objection to his humiliating abuse results in a torrid session with the strap or paddle that leaves my shapely bare bottom cheeks smarting and sqirming for hours.
Brett has now become the head of what used to be my family. It has been weeks since I have seen my two boys and I miss them terribly. I agonize between my wish for a visit and the fear I have of the humiliating conditions that might be imposed. Brett keeps me in an agitated state with his pretended indicision whether I should be entirely naked in front of the boys or permitted to wear some minimal clothing. I can't imaging what effect it will have on the impressionable young minds of Tim and Lewis to see their father's livid penis being controlled and excited by the man who is _f_u_c_k_ing their mother. To make matters worse, Brett has recently suggested that he intends to implement a regiman of nudity, spankings and _s_e_x_ual arousal for the boys that is similar to mine. In such an event it is possible that the boys and I will all be required to be naked during the visit!
My worst fears have been realized. Brett has announced that a visit has been arranged and that I indeed will be kept naked for it. He also tells me, without being any more specific, that the training of Tim and Lewis has begun. In addition, all my body hair below my eyebrows is to be removed by shaving and depilation. This humiliation is to be carried out at the office, in front of the staff, by male and female officers of the company. Danny, the 22-year-old brat of a file clerk promoted to executive assistant by Brett (no doubt in exchange for _s_e_x_ual favours), is to be in charge of the removal of my pubic hair and the depilation of my testicals. This obnoxious little twink and I were frequently at odds before my downfall and I can well imagine how he relishes this opportunity to further my public humiliation.
The depilation is complete and I am now as smooth as a baby-faced pre-pubescent. And, yes, Danny took his sweet time with me, stroking and tickling them as the operation was carried out. I was not able to control my reactions and made several incontinent verbal outbursts during which my legs nearly buckled. This greatly amused the assembled staff. A wave of hot shame swept over me as his delicate fingers brought me to the threshold of forbidden release. As Danny himself began to get carried away, he needed to be cautioned twice by Brett to pause and allow my shuddering erection to subside ever so slightly. Afterwards I was inspected by all the observers and their touches again brought me near the edge and sent me into a frenzy of squirming and gasping.
The Visit
The day, both longed for and dreaded, has arrived. Brett's assistant Jim arrives at the boarding house to drive me to my former home where my wife and sons, now the property of another man, will be waiting. To my astonishment and consternation, he is accompanied by my former next door neighbor Jim and his 12-year-old son Bart. Brian used to be my close friend but since being exposed to the influence of Brett he has turned on me completely and now treats me with contempt. This attitude seems to have rubbed off on Bart who once looked up to me but now snickers with glee at my mortification. One or both have been present on occasion when I have been engaged in duties under Brett's supervision, so seeing me bare is not new to them, but this is the first time they have seen me completely smooth and they do not hesitate to make several degrading comments to the effect that I don't look like a man anymore, but like a little boy about to be punished naked. For some reason I cannot fathom, I am excited by being ridiculed in this way and feel my penis begin to stiffen.
Bart has never before been allowed to touch me, but to my horror I realize that they have planned to increase my humiliation by giving him the job of keeping my penis erect. I cannot believe that Brian would allow this. He not only does, but encourages and instructs the boy who, a little hesitant at first, soon developes considerable enthusiasm for his task. His juvenile fingers tantalize my swelling penis, then close around it hotly. My God, how can I be reacting like this to the touches of a boy no older than my own son? Holding onto my penis like a handle, he leads me to the car. Brian, following close behind strokes my bottom cheeks and slaps them playfully while making obscene comments about the visit to come.
During the trip Jim and Brian ride in the front while Bart puts me through my paces in the back. He works my penis assiduously and afflicts me with little collateral torments. He orders me to lift my legs up parallel to the floor of the van, spread them wide and hold them there with my toes extended. After I become exhausted from performing this excercise he instructs me to lift my bottom cheeks off the seat so he can explore my cleft with the fingers of one hand while stroking my _c_o_c_k_ with the other. From time to time he receives coaching from his father who has turned around to watch and cautions him to hesitate when a glistening drop of precum appears. Bart resumes his ministrations by rubbing the very tip of my glans with his boyish little finger using the precum as a lubricant. The electrifying sensation this produces, in addition to the thought of being naked and helpless at the hands of a little boy has me very nearly in a state of _s_e_x_ual hysteria and by the time we arrive at our destination I can hardly control my trembling limbs.
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