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THE SLOW DESTRUCTION OF JONATHAN - Part 6
Jonathan got up and returned to his office. His head was hung low and he was totally dejected. He entered his office and even though Alex was there, he didn't bother to strip. He was in a daze. Alex naturally wanted to know what the meeting was about, so he grabbed the papers out of Jonathan's hand. One, two, three, four . . . five disciplinary actions. Alex was incensed. He fell into a rage. They had such a good thing going and Jonathan was going to jeopardize it. Alex called him a stupid worthless cunt, a dumb shit, an ignorant piss ant. The outburst continued. Alex grabbed Jonathan by the throat and spun him around. STRIP, he ordered. Jonathan immediately complied. He ass was still sore from this morning and still had the plug in it. That didn't stop Alex. He took the thick black belt out of Alex's jeans and started wailing as hard as he could. He was up to about 40 whacks when Julie arrived. Betty the secretary said that she didn't think that Julie should go in, as the two men were having a heated argument. She didn't know what it was about, but it was very serious. Julie smiled and said thank you but not to worry; she could deal with the drama.
Julie entered the office as cool as a cucumber. She always was. She never seemed to lose her composure. Lately, her personality had changed. It was more domineering. "Come on boys, we've got business to tend to". She went around and sat in Jonathan's office chair and opened the folder she was carrying. The lawyers had couriered over the forms and Julie needed some signatures. Jonathan looked up with tears in his eyes. His ass was on fire and he was still naked. Jonathan pleaded, "Come on honey. Can't we talk about this"? Shut the fuck up, I'm not your honey, I'm your boss, was her curt reply. The three gathered around the desk. The first deed transferred ownership of their 1.5-million-dollar home from Jonathan and Julie to Julie as sole owner. Julie signed, Jonathan signed as he was shaking, and Alex witnessed. With the stroke of a pen, Jonathan gave away his half of their primary house and home. Next, she pulled out a deed that transferred ownership of their million-dollar beach house to her as sole owner. They had paid for this house with the bonuses that Jonathan had received after several years of increasing sales. Once again, Julie signed, Jonathan (who was still trembling) signed, and Alex witnessed. Boom, another one gone. By now Jonathan was really trembling. The next form was for their Merrill Lynch investment account. Jonathan reminisced about the conversations that he had with his broker regarding the stock purchases. There were hundreds of shares of blue chip companies like Disney, Amazon, AT&T, Exxon Mobil and Microsoft. The last statement that Jonathan had seen valued this account at close to two million dollars. Once again Jonathan pleaded to Julie, "Please, please reconsider". Julie ignored him and simply said sign here. She signed, and Alex witnessed. Boom it was all gone. He was now penniless and homeless. He had no ownership rights to any property or possessions and nothing to prove it. She had him right where she wanted him.
But Julie had even more news. She delivered the bomb shell that in view of the recent events the board has asked for Jonathan to step down from his executive duties. He was becoming an embarrassment to the corporation. She pulled out a nicely written resignation letter and forced Jonathan to reluctantly sign. Effectively immediately, he would no longer be on the Board of Directors of the corporation. There was a finely written press release which he was also forced to sign. But Julie didn't stop there. Because his employment status had been changed to probationary, he could no longer serve as a Vice- President of the company. He would be stripped of the title and responsibilities. His new title would simply be "Sales Manager". She reached over and grabbed a box of business cards and threw them in the trash. She said, "You won't be needing these. HR is ordering new ones with your correct title. And by the way, it has been decided that your new level of compensation will be half of what it was. You'll be moved down to $75,000 per year". Jonathan was in shock, but Alex was pissed. He had been looking forward to spending Jonathan's paycheck.
Alex wanted to regain control of the room, so he grabbed Julie by the waist and pulled her lips to his. He used one hand to finger her cunt. She used a hand to stroke his cock. He played with her titties. He had a raging hard on, she had a wet pussy. They were kissing and making mad passionate love right in front of Jonathan. Jonathan turned away, he couldn't watch his wife, the love of his life, make out with another man. The thought of Julie with another man was ripping his insides out. She was enjoying it. The dominate side of her was beginning to come out. Finally, Alex said, "Come on Babe, let's get some lunch. We'll deal with shit head here later". Jonathan pleaded with them to take him with them. He was starving. His stomach was rumbling. Alex just laughed and told him to get back to work. Jonathan begged them to at least bring him something back.
Once again, Alex threw the door wide open and he and Julie left. Jonathan had to run over behind the door and close it before anyone could catch him naked. Jonathan felt that it would be a good time to get caught up on business while the two of them were out. He put his dirty clothes back on and went over to his desk and sat down at the computer. He soon realized that there was nothing he could do. He had been locked out of every major program and couldn't do anything without Alex. He just sat there and stared at the floor and thought about his horrible predicament. He had no money, no car, no cell phone, no wife. Julie was his whole life and family. Now she had dumped him. He had no one to call for help. No one could ever understand his situation. He thought about asking his Dad for help, but then realized that he would be dis-owned, especially if those pictures came out. Jonathan's dad never like the Millers from day 1.
An hour and a half later, Alex and Julie returned from lunch at the fine French restaurant. Jonathan could smell the alcohol on their breath. Alex was still pissed about Jonathan's demotion, mainly his loss of income. He would work to fix this to the best of his abilities. "Come on fuck head, we're going for a ride." Alex had come up with a plan.
Jonathan did not like the way that Alex was treating his cherished BMW. He made the mistake of asking Alex if he could drive, since it was his car. Alex punched Jonathan in the head. He slugged him in the stomach, and when he fell to the ground, he started kicking him. He was in a rage. Alex went off yelling at Jonathan. Didn't he understand? It wasn't his car anymore. Julie had given the car to HIM. It was his car now and he could treat it anyway he wanted. He told him to stop talking and get his ass in the car. Jonathan crawled into the passenger seat and closed the door. As soon as Alex got situated, he lit a cigarette, mainly to prove a point. He was smoking inside Jonathan's former BMW. Jonathan did not dare complain.
First stop was Jonathan and Julie's house where Alex pulled up in the driveway and opened the garage door. He went in and grabbed Jonathan's golf clubs and threw them in the trunk. Jonathan thought this was a strange time to be headed to the club to hit some balls. He soon realized that the country club was in the other direction and they were on their way to the other side of town, the seedy part. Now these were no ordinary golf clubs. These were the finest clubs on the market. They were Honma Five Stars including the Honma Power Driver and worth over $75,000. They were a gift from Jonathan's father in law to welcome him into the family. In fact, he paid $8,000 for the bag alone. Alex knew the clubs were expensive, but he had no idea of their true value. Jonathan read the sign in from of him and his heart sank. "Gold and Silver - Pawn Shop". Alex steered the BMW into the lot, popped the trunk, and headed inside with the clubs. Jonathan was trying to keep up. His ass was still sore from the beatings and the butt plug; plus, it was getting harder to walk in those boots without socks. There was a middle aged black man behind the counter who let out a low whistle when he saw the set of clubs. He knew the true value of the clubs but wasn't going to admit it to Alex. He examined each club thoroughly. They were in mint condition and maintained meticulously. I can give you $500 for them the man said. Jonathan blurted out, "NO". The man said, "ok then $750, final offer". Alex was excited and jumped at the offer. He turned to Jonathan and said, "Good work, fuck wad". Once again Jonathan felt as if he had been kicked in the nuts as he said good-bye to his beloved golf clubs.
"Come on cunt, we've got work to do", Alex yelled as they got back in BMW and headed out. Alex lit another cigarette and threw the trashed empty pack into the back seat. "That bitch at work says you need a haircut and we're going to fix that". Jonathan stated that his hair salon was in the lobby of the St. Regis Hotel where he usually received a haircut, manicure and facial. Alex just laughed. "Not today, pussy boy". They drove until they found a neighborhood barber shop with a sign that said, "Hair Cuts $9.00". Jonathan was used to paying $150 for a haircut. He was extremely vain about his hair and always managed to keep it styled, even in the gym. Alex parked the BMW out front. Several youths standing nearby yelled out "Nice Wheels" and Alex flashed them a sign of approval. There was no one else in the shop (turns out he was a lousy barber), so Jonathan was directed to sit in the chair. He still had to ease down as his ass was still hurting with the vibrating plug in it, his clothing was dirty and smelly, and the boots reeked of piss. Jonathan started with the barber, "I like it longer on the sides with an English taper in the back. Use the scissors on the top to add a gentle layering and a number 2 trim across the neck while keeping the overall mid length - not too long, not to short". The barber astonishingly looked at Alex. Alex whispered in the barber's ear and the barber acknowledged. He put the cape over Jonathan and picked up his electric clippers. He ravaged across Jonathan's head. Back and forth, back and forth. As hard, and as fast as he could go, he buzzed across Jonathan's head. Jonathan kept bouncing up and down as Alex cranked up the vibrator and the barber told him to sit still. When Jonathan looked up and into the mirror, all he could see was his beautiful black hair falling to the floor. He had worked for years to get the perfect style from the perfect barber. He felt that much of his success could be attributed to his beautifully styled hair which turned heads wherever he went. And now it was all gone. It only took a few minutes for the barber to complete the task and out the door they went. Jonathan kept rubbing his head and could not believe that his beautiful head of hair was reduced to a small amount of stubble. Once again, Jonathan's good looks had been taken down a notch as he was now sporting a new jail house look. He was trembling as they walked out the door.
Jonathan was entering a severe state of depression. He had to figure out a way to get away from Alex. He thought about running as fast and hard as he could. Alex could read it in his mind and just smiled. He asked Jonathan what he was thinking about and Jonathan just replied, "nothing". Alex reminded him that right now he was his only "friend" in the world. Jonathan needed Alex, he needed a good friend to protect him and help him. Alex told Jonathan that he would not let anyone hurt him as long as they were friends. Jonathan was so deep in his depression that he did not realize that Alex was the actual abuser. Jonathan had always been a confident Alpha male that could make educated decisions without consulting anyone else. This was a complete role reversal for him. Alex told Jonathan "You know that I have your best interest in mind, right?" Jonathan sheepishly agreed. Alex continued, "then you are going to have to have confidence in my decisions and thrust me completely if we are to remain good friends and for me to help you. Do you understand? Do you agree to unconditionally follow my orders? Jonathan nodded that he agreed to the terms and would follow Alex's orders. He had been basically brainwashed.
Next stop was the tattoo and piercing parlor in the next block. They entered the shop and Jonathan was instructed to go to the back room, strip and sit in the chair. He didn't dare second guess Alex's order, especially after the conversation they had just had. Alex explained to his friend the tattoo artist what he wanted on Jonathan, out of ear shot. They went into the backroom where Jonathan was patiently waiting, and the artist explained that he had his instructions. He pulled out a release form and asked Jonathan if he was comfortable signing it. Jonathan looked at the menacing looking on Alex's face and immediately said that yes, he was, and signed the form. He had no idea what work was being authorized. The artist went to work and in no time, Jonathan was sporting a titanium hooped earring in his right ear. Jonathan couldn't figure out if he looked more like a pirate or a street ho. Next the artist inserted a stainless-steel bar bell through his right nipple. After that, he put a series of 3 rings through Jonathan's scrotum. Alex commented that he would not be stroking his dick anytime soon. Jonathan was reeling in pain. Alex pulled out a blunt, and they all got high, trying to calm Jonathan down. Finally, he went to work on a red two of hearts on Jonathan's shoulder. It doesn't get any lower than that. Alex struggled to get his pants and boots on. He was not allowed to wear his shirt. The pain was still unbearable. Alex told the artist that he would see them next week when they had more money. He wanted to get his name with a heart and arrow tattooed on Jonathan's ass. He would probably tattoo the word "faggot" on the other shoulder. Jonathan was moving slow, so he turned the butt plug on high to get Jonathan to walk faster.
Final stop was the Goodwill Thrift Store. Jonathan cried, "Why are we here. I have a closet full of clothes that fit me perfectly. Why can't I wear those"? Alex replied, "You stupid dumb bitch. Don't you understand, those are my clothes now, and I can't have you wearing them. I am going to be the new top dawg at Miller Industrial and I can't have any competition from you or anyone else." All eyes were on Jonathan as he entered the store shirtless. Alex then told Jonathan he had 30 minutes to pick out his new wardrobe for work. Jonathan went to the mens suit racks and couldn't believe what he was looking at. There were no sizes marked and the clothes smelled of chemicals, possibly cleaning fluids. Jonathan spotted a navy-blue suit that was in good condition. He checked out the label and it said JC Penney. Jonathan never thought in a million years that he would be buying a JC Penney suit and certainly not from Goodwill. He found another suit marked Covington. He found a couple of polyester dress shirts that would work. What he really wanted was some socks and underwear, but they didn't have any. He found a pair of dress shoes that even though they were not leather (they felt like they were made of plastic) were not too offensive. He tried them on his bare feet and Alex had to remind him. "Do you really want to be wearing those to work if you don't have any socks"? Jonathan was dejected and put them back on the rack. It looks like he would have to continue to wear the smelly black harness boots. Alex paid for the purchases with the golf club money and they headed towards the BMW.
They went back to the office where Jonathan stripped off his clothes and was forced to crawl under the desk. Jonathan was moving slowly, he was still in pain from the piercings. Alex had a raging hard-on and needed it serviced. Jonathan kept insisting he was not a faggot, but he knew what he was expected to do. Even though Jonathan knew it was wrong, it was becoming more natural for him. He slid the zipper down on Alex's expensive suit pants, used his hand to push the silk boxers open, and out popped Alex's cock. Jonathan's moist lips encircled the throbbing rod and went to work. Each time Jonathan serviced Alex's cock, he got a little bit better, and this was his best blow job yet. Alex used the app on his cell phone to activate the plug in Jonathan's ass. First it was slow and rhythmic, but eventually Alex cranked it up to the point where Jonathan bounced in the air and hit his head on the bottom of the desk above. At one point, Betty came in looking for Jonathan and Alex told her that he stepped out for a minute. She could not help but notice his clothes and boots on the floor in the corner, but just shook her head and returned to her desk. Alex was in ecstasy, he was so horny that he tried to hold out, but in the end, he was unsuccessful. He shoved his enlarged cock to the back of Jonathan's throat and shot loads and loads of his man juice straight into Jonathan's stomach. He did not even get a chance to taste it. Before he realized what had happened, it was in his gut. He licked Alex's cock clean as he knew he was expected, and put it back where it belonged. He zipped him up, and finally fell back against the desk with a sense of accomplishment. He had been very careful not to lose any of the spunk from his mouth. He certainly did not want to get any on Alex's suit or expensive shoes. His cock which had been leaking pre-cum, suddenly unloaded itself, when Alex threw the plug into overdrive. Jonathan was covered in his own sticky juices. He just didn't understand how this could keep happening. He hadn't even touched himself. What's worse, there was a glob right on Alex's right shoe. He knew that Alex would be pissed when he saw the mess.
In the meantime, Alex was hard at work on the computer. He was in Jonathan's business and personal email accounts, answering questions, making plans and absorbing as much information as he could. Posing as Jonathan, he assured friends, family, and associates that had been trying to reach him, that he was fine. He was having "cell phone issues", but would get back with them soon. In the meantime, they were encouraged to reach out to him via email. Again, posing as Jonathan, he sent regrets that he could not attend the charity golf outing which he had already confirmed. He cancelled lunch and dinner engagements to which he had already committed. Several people were pissed at the short notice when they replied to his cancellation. Mr. Miller was waiting on an important report, and he was told that it was not ready and that he would have to wait. Jonathan's top two customers were sent emails telling them that their accounts were being transferred to a new salesman - Alex. Alex was proud of himself that he could successfully bull shit his way through the business. He had worked long enough that Jonathan had dozed off under the desk.
It was time to go, and Alex stood up. He looked down at the wet sticky spot on his shoe and lost it. "Get out here NOW. You stupid ignorant bastard. How could you be so fucking lazy that you can't control yourself." Jonathan came out from under the desk with his head down. He knew that he was going to be punished. When Alex saw the sticky mess all over Jonathan he was even more pissed. "Clean this shoe up now". Jonathan immediately went to work, licking up the cum and trying to dry the wet spot as much as possible. Alex told Jonathan to get the belt. Jonathan ran over and grabbed his belt and quickly handed it to Alex. He pushed Jonathan against the desk and immediately went to work pummeling Jonathan's ass. The strokes were coming so fast and hard, that neither were able to count. Finally, Alex's arm was too tired to continue, and he stopped. Jonathan's entire body was numb. His mouth was dry. His eyes were filled with tears. He was a hot mess. Alex yelled "Get dressed fucker, we're leaving." Alex was very happy with his work. He had succeeded in crushing Jonathan. The once powerful executive was now a whimpering cocksucker. Alex was heading for the door, but Jonathan was moving slowly because of the savage beating. He could hardly walk. He was beaten and defeated. He looked like hell. He pulled the jeans on and struggled with the boots. He pulled the shirt on and grabbed the tie. Before he could button the shirt on his sore chest, Alex had the door open and was headed out. Jonathan needed to button his shirt, his nipple was still in pain and he still had his belt in his hand.
Suddenly, a head looked around the corner, and it was Jose the maintenance man. He saw Jonathan with buzzed head, earring, and tat struggling to button his shirt. He muttered to himself, "Puto", and continued his work. When Jonathan got to the door he looked through the tears in his eyes to see what Jose was doing. There was Jose removing the beautiful brass plaque which read JONATHAN T. GOODWIN, Executive-Vice President and Director of Sales. The new sign was much smaller. It was white letters on black plastic and simply said: Jon Goodwin, Sales. Jonathan's head was blurry. Where did that come from. Nobody called him Jon. Not even his college buddies. It was always Jonathan. He was getting abuse from every direction, and there was nothing he could do about it.