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THE DESTRUCTION OF JONATHAN - Part 5
Jonathan was standing in his kitchen, bare assed naked and was afraid of what he saw. The look on Alex and Julie's faces was very menacing. They were not happy that he could not follow orders and was going to need additional training. They were going to establish some ground rules. Since Alex was moving into the Master Bedroom, they would pull the mattress off an old futon and place it on the laundry room floor in the basement for Jonathan to sleep. He would be doing the laundry as part of his chores and this would work out nicely. Since Alex had taken his house keys along with his car keys, Jonathan could leave the outside basement door unlocked and come and go that way. The kitchen door to the basement would be kept locked and opened only when necessary. Jonathan would be responsible for the cooking and cleaning as well as the general upkeep of the house. Alex wanted to continue to establish his dominance over Jonathan, so he told him that while he was in the house he would be naked. He produced a simple black leather collar that Jonathan would wear around the house. This would mark him as owned property. Jonathan did not have the strength or energy to argue, he simply hooked the collar around his neck. Julie and Alex gave a loving smile to each other. Their plan was coming together nicely.
About that time another man came walking around the corner. It was Jose, the company handyman, who Julie and Jonathan used on a regular basis on projects around the house. Julie said that she had asked Jose to come over. Since Jonathan acted like a little bitch boy and had a little tiny worthless cock, he should look like a little bitch boy. Jose was here to help shave Jonathan's body. He would be completely shaved from the neck down. He would lose that beautiful treasure trail that ran down his hard chest. His legs were not hairy, but those thin black hairs would be missed. Jose was so thorough that he held Jonathan's dick in the air while he shaved around his balls. His arm pits were cleared. He turned him around and had Jonathan pull his cheeks apart while he shaved his ass. Jose was a dedicated worker and always made sure that he did a thorough and perfect job. And this task was no different. When he was done, Jonathans skin was as smooth as the day he was born. Jose kept rubbing around and around, he couldn't believe how soft it was. Jonathan was getting very uncomfortable. His skin had lost a lot of its color and he looked a lot paler. He was losing his athletic good looks. Jose remarked that he hoped that Ms. Julie would approve of his work.
Jose turned the shower on and lathered Jonathan's body with soap. Jonathan tried to push Jose away, but Jose slapped him to stop; he was just following his orders. Jonathan had never had another man touch him like this. He looked down as the dirt and cum was being scrubbed from his body. He could not help but notice the hair from his body going down the drain. Jose slowly and methodically scrubbed every inch of Jonathan's body, include his cock, balls, and even his ass hole. He lifted each leg and thoroughly scrubbed the bottom of his feet until they were white again. Jose massaged Jonathan's body with soap, over and over. Jonathan felt a sudden and uncontrollable rise in his cock. Jose grabbed a towel and rubbed Jonathan's body until he was satisfied that he was dry.
Jose startled Jonathan when he grabbed him by both sides of his face and told him that it was time for him to show his gratificacion. He pushed Jonathan down and shoved Jonathan's mouth on to his throbbing little cock. It didn't take long for him to shoot a hot load down Jonathan's throat. Jonathan put up little resistance when Jose turned him over and fucked him good. Jose was a wild man and soon had Jonathan covered in cum and piss. He couldn't wait to get back to work to tell all the Hispanics about Jonathan's dirty little secret.
Jose soon left, and Jonathan went to sleep on the mattress on the basement floor. He was completely shaved, wearing a leather collar, and once again had dried cum on his face. He sniffled and cried himself to sleep thinking about what was going on in the upstairs Master bedroom. He just knew that Alex and Julie were having hard core sex in his former bed. He felt like he could almost hear the noises coming from upstairs. His head was spinning with details as he recollected the day's activities. He could not understand why everyone thought he was some sort of cum bucket that they could use as they please. In the past he had always commanded respect wherever he went, and now people would just point to him and laugh.
The next morning Jonathan got up and had breakfast prepared as instructed. After Alex and Julie ate, Alex had Jonathan go upstairs to his former closet and pick out clothes to wear to work. Alex picked out his finest suit, shirt, tie and shoes and laid them out. He was so excited that he would get to clean up and dress nicely again for work. His excitement was short lived. Alex had Jonathan pick out the clothes for him. He was forced to help Alex get dressed. He assisted in Alex stepping into the suit. He buttoned up the dress shirt. He put the cuff links on him and tied the tie for him. He pulled the belt through the loops for him. He pulled the socks on his feet and then finally slipped the shoes on him. Jonathan was told that he had to wear the same clothes today that he had on yesterday. It was his fault if he did not put them in the washing machine last night. Jonathan was devastated. He was also not allowed to shower or shave. They were running late and he would have to get dressed in the car. Alex produced another pair of Wranglers that he had pulled from his truck, for Jonathan to wear. The rest was still in the trunk of the car.
Alex was wearing a navy-blue pin striped suit with crisp white starched shirt and navy-blue tie. He had on fine Italian socks with his black tasseled Allen Edmonds shoes. Of course, he was wearing the watch and all the jewelry he had taken yesterday. He had found all of Jonathan's grooming essentials, hair gel, and cologne. With the Cartier sunglasses, Alex looked amazing.
Julie had already left for work. Alex got into the BMW with Jonathan running behind to catch up. He was only wearing the pair of jeans. He almost forgot about the collar around his neck, he took it off and threw it in the back seat. They screeched out of the driveway and sped recklessly up the street. Jonathan cringed at the way his beautiful car was being treated. When they got out of the neighborhood and arrived at the main highway, Alex pulled over. He produced a Metro Bus Card and handed it to Jonathan. "This is where you get out. The bus stop is over there", pointing to a shelter. "I can't be seen with you, you are killing my image". Jonathan couldn't believe what he was hearing. Alex popped open the trunk and Jonathan got out and grabbed his shirt, tie, and boots. This meant that not only was he wearing the same crusty shirt and boots from yesterday, his hair was greasy and disheveled, he had obvious day-old beard growth (because of the dark hair) and he had dark circles around his eyes from crying himself to sleep. When he complained about the boots, Alex told him to man up, the boots would make a man out of his little pussy ass. He should be honored to be wearing boots, most boys are begging for them and can't have them.
Alex sped off and Jonathan walked toward the bus stop with boots, shirt, and tie in hand. He dressed quickly in front of a little old lady that was headed to town also. She watched him put the dirty shirt and tie on and then neatly tuck the shirt into his jeans. She watched him pull the boots on his bare feet. She looked away disapprovingly. Together they waited for the bus. Even though it was rush hour, it took forever for the bus to come. Jonathan thought about not going to work. He would turn around and go home or get on another bus and leave town. His head was so cloudy that he couldn't think straight. In the end, he hopped on the bus when it finally arrived. The bus was very slow and stopped at every intersection.
Jonathan always took pride in arriving one and a half to two hours early for work each morning. It gave him a jump start advantage over everyone else in the office. This morning would be different. Instead of being early he would end up being a half an hour late. He was the last one to arrive for work on this day. It was very humiliating when he had to walk from the street and up the drive way to the front entrance. It was obvious that Jonathan had gotten off the bus. He walked through reception and down the hall to his office. Heads turned as his co-workers were trying to figure out why he was wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday. They all incorrectly assumed that Jonathan had not gone home last night.
He walked into his office, and once again there was Alex sitting in his chair working on the computer. Jonathan knew what to do. He was almost relieved to pull off the stinking clothes and throw them in the corner. He stood at attention as required. Alex had prepared a list of questions about the business. Jonathan provided complete details about every topic. He couldn't quite understand whey he was asking questions about McKendree & Co, one of their oldest, largest, and best customers.
Alex then said that Jonathan needed to be punished for being 30 minutes late to work. Alex told him to step up to the desk and brace himself. He pulled his belt off and walked over to Jonathan. There would be 30 lashes and Jonathan would have to count them aloud, offering his gratitude. One Sir, thank you, Sir. Two Sir, thank you, Sir . . . . " In the outer office Betty thought she was hearing some strange noises but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Alex explained that Jonathan should be arriving to work 30 minutes early and provided 30 more lashes for effect. Alex went on to say that he was deeply disappointed that Jonathan had provided him with a pair of scuffed shoes. Jonathan looked down at the Allen Edmonds loafers and sure enough there was a big scuff mark on the side of one of the shoes. That was not there when Jonathan put the shoes on Alex's feet in the morning. But there would be no discussion. There would be 20 more lashes. Jonathan's ass was on fire.
Jonathan kept saying that he was not gay and that he did not enjoy these sessions with Alex. The problem was his dick said otherwise. It was constantly on the edge and or shooting off, so Alex needed to get it under control. Jonathan was losing focus and needed something to keep his mind and/or body stimulated. Fortunately, Alex had the answer. He had picked up for Jonathan a remote-control butt plug that was controlled by a newly installed app on Jonathan's previously owned smart phone. He had Jonathan lube up his ass and then shove in the plug, and now, not only his mind, but even his ass was under Alex's control. Alex played with the controls and watched as Jonathan winced as the vibrations increased. No matter where Jonathan was, Alex would be in control of his ass. The plug kept Jonathan's hole stretched and ready for action. Jonathan's cock reacted like it was spring loaded and was ready to fire. Alex balled up his fist and told Jonathan that if he shot his load without permission, he would get a severe beating. Jonathan couldn't help it, his dick had a mind of its own. Sure enough, within minutes his dick exploded, and he shot all over himself. It was truly embarrassing. True to his word, Alex slugged Jonathan in the stomach. Then he used his knee to crush Jonathan's balls. When Jonathan fell to the floor, he was brutally kicked. Jonathan was reeling in pain. Alex was happy with his new toy.
Jonathan was instructed to grab his shirt and sit on the floor next to the desk. He was to remove the shoes from Alex's feet, and use the shirt, his tongue and spit to clean the shoes. All the while, Alex was playing with the phone app for the butt plug. Every now and then, Jonathan would let out a loud yelp. His cock was starting to drool again. Alex produced a can of black shoe polish from one of the desk drawers. Jonathan would use his shirt to return a high gloss sheen to the shoes. His dirty shirt now had shoe polish stains across the back. He was in too much pain to care.
Just as he returned the shoes to Alex's feet, the phone rang. Alex nodded to Jonathan that it was ok to answer. It was Ms. Harrison from HR wanting to know if Jonathan could please stop by her office. It didn't take long for Jonathan to get dressed. He didn't have that much to put on. He still had the plug in his ass and his cock was still dripping. He adjusted himself as best he could, and even tried to smooth his greasy hair and headed towards Ms. Harrison's office.
Jonathan could not help but notice that his co-workers were looking at him. His once smooth skin was beginning to take on a ruddier texture. His failure to shave resulted in a heavy stubble across his face. His clothes were stained and stank. His hair had not been combed and needed attention. The slim jeans were now rubbing against his hairless and smooth cock creating a raging hardon. He hadn't slept much, so the circles around his eyes were getting deeper. He was having trouble walking in the sockless harness boots which were grinding up against his ankles.
The secretary told Jonathan that Ms. Harrison was expecting him and to go right in. When he walked by her desk, she wrinkled her nose in disgust. Jonathan entered the office and sat in the chair to which she pointed. She smiled and took a good look at him. This was not the man that she knew. This man was spiraling out of control. She couldn't believe what she was looking at.
She started, "First let me congratulate you on the outstanding training and development of our newest sales associate, Alex. He has proved to be a fine additional to the sales team. You have managed to change his attitude and appearance while pushing him to exceed his sales goals." What Ms. Harrison didn't know was that, other than Mr. Stephenson, Alex had not brought in any new business. He was simply moving the contacts and the credit from Jonathan to him. So as Alex's sales increased, Jonathan's was going down.
She continued, "What I would like to talk about today is your addiction problem. I just want you to know that we are here to help. If you need to take some time off for rehab, we can accommodate your schedule." Jonathan was dumbfounded, "uhhh what addiction problem, I don't know what you are talking about". He then almost jumped out of the chair when the plug in his ass took off at full speed. The plug was racing around and round, up and down, and Jonathan was starting to sweat. He lied that he must have had too much coffee this morning, when in reality he hadn't even gotten to eat breakfast. She told Jonathan that he should not deny the problem and face the facts. Was it drugs, alcohol?
Jonathan had known Ms. Harrison since he had started at the company. In fact, she started the same day he did, so there was a natural bond. Jonathan replied "really, you can trust me on this one. There is no drug or alcohol problem. It was simply a lifestyle change."
Ms. Harrison replied that unfortunately it was not a very good one. She asked Jonathan if biker boots were appropriate for a Vice-President of a large organization. And what about the Wrangler jeans with the dirty shirt and skinny tie? She asked him when was the last time he had a haircut? Since his hair hadn't been washed or styled, it was a greasy mess hanging over his ears and eyes. She asked him about his watch. A true professional must remain punctual and can only accomplish this if he is wearing a watch. She noticed that he had no jewelry or accessories. She incorrectly assumed that he had lost them to a bookie or loan shark.
She continued, "Unfortunately we will have to document todays conversation". She pulled out several forms which she had filled out earlier. She explained that they were Disciplinary Action Forms which were being entered into his personnel file. Jonathan was once again devastated. Why couldn't he get his life together and fix this problem with Alex and his wife. His years in the Military Academy had set him up for professional success, and it was now all going down the drain.
The first form was for a violation of the company dress code policy. Ms. Harrison reviewed the written policy in lengthy detail. She asked Jonathan if he understood, and he nodded yes. She had him sign the form. The second violation was for personal hygiene and grooming. Again, she reviewed the policy and asked if there were any questions. Again, he was required to sign. The third violation was for a lack of watch and appropriate jewelry. A professional businessman must always look the part. Jonathan started to tremble as he signed. The fourth violation was for tardiness. She could not help noticing that he had entered the building 30 minutes late today. This was unacceptable and would not be tolerated in the future. Jonathan signed the form, he was humiliated. But her next words stung him even more. She explained that when an employee reaches 3 company demerits their job status is switched to probationary. Jonathan managed to get 4 in one day. She pulled out a fifth form which explained the probationary job status. It was right there in front of him in big red letters. If his performance did not improve within 30 days, his job would be terminated. Jonathan could not fathom getting fired from the job he loved so much. This was the job of his dreams. His whole life was centered around this job. There were tears in his eyes when he signed this one.