Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 22:29:30 -0600 From: slavewriter Subject: office slave part four I told John to straighten up the Gym and to get dressed without showering and that he'd be going home with me. "Sir Yes Sir" he replied with a gleam in his eye. I looked over some paperwork as John quickly organized the mess we had made. I couldn't help but look as he pushed the folding tables into position, his lower back muscles flexed, his legs went taut and he grunted slightly as he pushed the row of three tables from a stand still. When Mike had suggested that I take John home for the night I immediately agreed. But as I watched him work I had second thoughts. Mike would have no problem controlling this faggot. I on the other hand wouldn't know what to do if he If John were to regress while on my 'watch' would I be held responsible? Hard to say. When Larry had left the Gym earlier John had assumed that the scene was over. What would I do if he tried that again. Mike handled it like a pro and made the pussy pay for his assumption, could I do that? I made a simple plan. I'd just stay low key until John was at my place. Once he was bound for the night I would punish him for any violation. It was simple all I had to do was get John shackled. I heard John walking from the locker room. I didn't look up. He stopped a few feet from me. I kept reviewing my notes from this mornings meeting. John snapped his heels and sounded off: "Sir, this pathetic faggot is ready for inspection, Sir" Hmm, I thought, maybe I wouldn't have to keep it low key after all. After an extended dwell time I placed the notes back in my brief case and closed it. Then I turned to John. I nearly fainted when I saw him. After the punishment cycle we had put him through, John looked good as new. He had put shirt, tie, and suit on. I swear he looked like he did this morning when he came in. I remembered that I had admired his taste in clothes and that this suit was particularly well tailored. He looked gorgeous from head to shiny toe. Despite the abuse it went through today his suit looked great. I knew his shirt was ripped from the leather strap, and was missing a button from when Mike was gut punching him, but these defects were hidden. I wished I had fucked him earlier. John smiled and I realized that I must have been gaping at him. "Snug that tie up and carry my case asshole" "Sir, yes sir" most of the smile left his face as John pulled his tie tighter and grabbed my brief case. When we got to our cars I told him that I would follow him to his place. We would get some things and then we would go in my car to my place. On the ride to Johns house I considered this plan and wished I had taken John in my car instead of allowing him to drive himself. At any moment he could floor it and loose me and I'd look like a fool in the morning. Fortunately this did not happen. When I got out of my car John was there holding his keys out for me. I grabbed the keys and told him to lead. Before we entered John informed me that he had a roommate who might be home, it was Friday night and relatively early. We entered and there was no sign of the roommate. John showed me his closet and I pulled some clothes for him to put on and then began throwing more items on the bed for him to bring for tomorrow. I went into his sock draw and found a ball gag and threw it on the bed with the clothes. John stripped down to his jock and quickly put on the clothes I gave him. On the dresser mirror was a picture of John spotting another man lifting weights on an incline bench. Both men were smiling. "Your roommate?" I asked. "Yeah" I stared at John calmly. "Sir, sorry, sir" "Sir that is my roommate Sir" "Nice body. He looks like a real man, has he fucked you yet?" "Sir, this faggot isn't sure if Robert is gay, Sir" "Does he know you're a faggot?" "Sir no Sir" I just continued going through the draws because I think it annoyed John a little. I grabbed a leather belt from the closet and some skanky underwear from the hamper. John organized what I had thrown on the bed into a large arm full. I told him to stand by the door. I went looking through the apartment until I found Roberts room. John tried to get me to respect Roberts privacy clearing his throat and asking if I needed some help. I didn't reply. When I emerged from Roberts room I threw a pair of Roberts nastiest underwear to John who caught them and placed them in his pocket. I carried a pair of Roberts dress shoes. John stared at the shoes helplessly. "How long have you known Robert." "Sir, three months sir" "Met him at the Gym?" "Sir, yes sir" he answered somewhat surprised. "Let's go." "Sir, Yes sir" Most of the way home John was silent. I did notice that he was building up to saying something a couple of time but didn't. I could hear his breathing changed and noticed once that he wet his lips as if to speak. As I realized how frustrated he was I decided not to ask him what was on his mind. He sat there in the passenger seat, perfectly erect, his tie jutting out slightly from his tab collar shirt. I noticed that the shirt I chose for him was rather snug - as if it belonged to someone lese. Once he gulped silently and the tie bobbed up and down. To say I had a suit and tie fetish would be putting it mildly. To say I was into SM /BD would also be putting it mildly. But the combination of the two is what drives me wild. The first day I saw Larry punish Mike while Mike was still dressed in business attire was the day I knew I would belong to Larry for life. And as I looked at John I saw an opportunity I would never have again in my life. I was in command, for a very short time, of a handsome, well built, man who I could do with what I pleased. I studied Johns face and decided to take a short cut home. Finally John asked for permission to speak: "Sir, would it be appropriate for the faggot to speak?" "Go ahead" "Sir, this loser-fag is ashamed of itself Sir. It wants to reveal that it is glad that it was made to go home with Sir. And hopes Sirs will treat it like the scum-fag it is. Thank you Sir" I didn't say anything. "Sir, this pussy believes Sir was taking it easy at the gym. Sir, the pussy asks that Sir not feel obliged to hold back. Sir the excrement eating wuss-boy asks that Sir show it no mercy" My dick was starting to swell and I couldn't take it. "Display your worthless cock" "Sir, yes Sir" John answered quickly as he ripped the fly of his suit pants open and yanked his cock and balls out for inspection. His cock was half hard and he stroked it slyly as he pulled it from inside his boxers. Then he quickly folded his arms behind hid back, threw his chest out and looked straight forward. As I drove my right hand explored his body, I stroked his right breast and twisted his nipple - only suggesting what might be coming. I slapped his chest hard a few times and then allowed my hand to slide down his torso. I tried to find some softness but there wasn't any. I touched his penis and realized that it was fully erect and pulled my hand away. We stopped at a light and I again grabbed Johns cock and stroked as I watched his face. I could only stroke it a few times for fear he would ejaculate all over my car. "What were you saying back there asshole?" "Sir. Pansy-ass is sorry it did not express itself well, sir. Sir, the worthless faggot wishes to state that it is attracted to you and is glad that it is going home with you. It hopes that if Sirs feels it is worthy that Sirs will train it further. Or if it is unworthy in Sirs eyes that Sir will punish it." I was working his left nipple again. John looked straight ahead and barely flinched as I dug my fingers into his breast meat. The faggot was hot for me. I was even hotter for him. But there was no way to express it. The whole idea of this weekend was to break John down, to beat him and make him submit without question. Even though he talked the talk I could still tell he had a long way to go. "When we get to my place do you want to suck my cock?" I decided to play with him a little. "Sir, that would be an honor I don't deserve, sir." "How about I fuck you with a dildo while you drink my piss." I didn't give him time to answer. "How about I tie you up and milk this bone a few times?" I asked as I grabbed his penis again and stroked it madly. The boy was going cum crazy- in a few minutes his dick went from half hard to dripping precum. I dropped his cock just as we were entering my driveway. I rent a duplex. In the other half of the house the teenagers were having a party - parents must have been away. I told John to grab his stuff and follow me. He instinctively started to pack his cock away. "Let is stay." John looked at me and then to the several teenage girls sitting outside on the stairs. He tried to cover his dick with the clothes he carried but I told him to throw them over his shoulder and to carry my briefcase with his free hand. John sighed as I opened the garage door so that he didn't have to walk up the stairs past the girls. I think he realized that I could have chosen to drive into the garage but didn't. One of the girsl said something and the other two laughed. John blushed and muttered under his breath. I just said hello and the girls responded. The duplexes were separated by a pair of garages. When the parents were away the kids played but their parties were relatively quiet. They blasted the music all night but from the bedroom you couldn't hear it. Tonight I would be sleeping in the living room so the sound would be even less noticeable. I led John to the living room and together we pulled the bed from the convertible couch out and unfolded the thin mattress. John placed the restraints on his arms and legs and stood at attention. "On the bed faggot" "Sir, face down Sir?"he asked hopefully. "No." In a minute he was on the bed fully restrained. I placed the cuff around the wrought iron frame and gave him just enough slack so that he wasn't stretched. I left the room for about twenty minutes to clean up. As I brushed my teeth I imagined how filthy John must feel lying there in bed fully dressed. I debated whether it would be wise to gag him for the night or whether I should tape his roommates underwear to his face for the night. When I returned John had amazingly retained his hardon. It lifted the sheet I had thrown over him. I decided it was time to burst his bubble but not before I inflated a little first. I pulled the sheet from Johns body and revealed his raging hardon. "Get rid of that hardon faggot, now !" "Sir yes Sir" John face grimaced as he tried to force his pecker down. After a few minutes his dick was softening. " I told you to stow that rod faggot now get rid of it" "Sir, I'm trying Sir." "Are you playing a game fuck face?" "No Sir" I reached down and picked up the end of his tie and began to wrap it in my hand. When I had a bout 3 wraps around my hand I pulled Johns body up off the bed using the tie, his face instantly reddened. John tried to use his abdominals to lift himself and relieve the pressure on his neck but I just lifted him a little higher. With my left fist I jabbed Johns exposed side lightly. "What are you ?" "Sir, a worthless faggot, Sir" "Good answer" I replied as I bashed Johns kidney with my left arm. He wasn't expecting such a hard punch and he tried to double up but his abs were already flexed to the max. "What are you good for ?" "Sir, this worthless pussy is not good for anything Sir" "That's right faggot" I agreed as I bashed his kidney twice this time and harder than before. Even prepared the pain was evident in John face, yet his cock seemed to love every minute of it. "Were you told to drop the hard-on fuck up?" I yelled at him and didn't wait for his reply before I started beating his lats again. I tried to hit the same spot every punch and could feel his muscles starting to give way. "Sir ............Y Ye Yes Sughhh" John replied as I beat him. I pulled John even higher and bent down so that we were face to face "Then fucking get rid of it Asshole !" "SIR YES SIR" he yelled back, rather proudly I thought. I left the room for exactly 4 minutes and returned. John was successful in restraining his dick, it rested on his stomach and was about half erect. I handed John a water bottle and sat beside him. "I'm sorry I yelled at you John," he blinked as I said this, "but I don't want you to get aroused until I give you permission. Is that clear." "Sir yes Sir." He took a large drink of water and I realized that he probably hadn't had a drink since we left the gym. I took his tie and laid it on his shirt where it belonged. As he swallowed the water the tie moved with his adams apple. I placed my hand on his chest and ran is down to his stomach. "Who's shirt is this?" I asked wondering why it was so snug. "Sir, the faggot wishes to report that it owns the shirt it is now wearing, Sir. Sir the shirt was purchased before the cuntless-woman met Master Lawrence, Sir. Sir, the faggot was required to develop its body while waiting for an opportunity to gain employment under Master Lawrence, Sir. Sir, this stupid dick licking dog is ashamed that it did not discard the shirt ..... and apologizes for talking so much, Sir" He saw that I was losing interest in the shirt tale. I was , however, gaining interest in his body. "How long have you been working out for Larry?" John hesitated, he wasn't sure if he should reveal this information to me, I ran my hand over his shoulder and grasped his bicep, he flexed it slightly. "Sir, for just over two years, Sir. Sir, Master Lawrence told me if I developed myself he would hire me for a position in the firm if I were qualified. He said he already had two slaves and couldn't use me unless I worked for him, Sir." I was running my hand mindlessly along the inside of his thigh as I watched his face. I accidently bumped his cock- it was hard again. His faced dropped but I decided to ignore the hard on for now. I opened my fly and pulled my cock out, showing its hardness to John. He looked at it intently. "Did you mean what you said in the car?" "Sir, Yes Sir. I don't know if we'll ever have the chance again. If Master Lawrence will allow it." I got up and walked around the bed so that I was standing behind Johns head. It was time to see if he had any stamina left. "Do you want to suck this?", I waved my cock slowly. 'SIR YES SIR" he again yelled, sounding more military than before. As he looked up his head brushed against the head of my cock and I nearly came right then. "Let's see if you got what it takes pansy-ass" I sneered as I pulled the thin mattress from beneath him, "If you want this you have to earn it." I lit a half dozen votive candles and slide them on the hardwood floor under the bed spring that John was strapped to. He instinctively arched his back to avoid the heat. His shackles only allowed him to rise so far and the heat was still getting to him. "You comfortable boy?" I asked as I placed another pair of candles down by John legs. John didn't answer he was busy trying to find a way to avoid the heat. Another pair of candles by his head and one for each foot. The pull out bed was close to the floor and the candles were only inches from Johns body. Within a minute he was sweating, as he strained to lift his body he perspired even more. Soon the sweat was dripping off him. I wiped some of the sweat from John face with the back of my hand and then moved the candles so that they did not play directly on John body. "Lower yourself onto the bedspring" Slowly John lowered himself. His face contorted as he touched the hot iron springs and I checked that the flames were not burning him. I stuffed the pair of Roberts briefs into his mouth. I held the leather strap down in my hand and swung for effect. I laid it down on John stomach, and let it slide off slowly. Then I whipped his chest hard with the belt and continued whipping him as he thrashed and cried out in pain. I gave him exactly twenty seven lashes, mostly across his chest but I did land several good ones on his abs. His wet shirt revealed his moderately muscled torso. Under the pain his muscles flexed violently, his abs were evident and a shallow six pack could be seen through the damp material. When I stopped I gave him a minute to recover with the gag removed. His breathing leveled off and I sensed some satisfaction in his slight grin. "How many lashes was that, cum brain?" He hesitated and then guessed thirty. "Wrong twenty seven." I brought the whip down full force on his cock and balls. Almost instantly I regretted hitting him so hard. I couldn't imagine the pain I had just inflicted on him as he thrashed and wailed. Unable to double up and protect himself, John was frantically trying to avoid the belt. I knew what he was going though. When you are in that position your only hope is that you see the belt coming and can move your pelvis in time to avoid the full force of the strap. I swung the belt aimlessly and John nearly exploded in fear. I laughed at his predicament and swung the belt some more. "Got something to say fag-boy?" John gulped, and swallowed thinking, "Sir thank you for the whipping Sir. Sir, this worthless cunt is sorry it did not count the lashes, Sir." "Let's try again", I said as I hammered his abs with my fist. John grunted and his body buckled slightly. I hammered his abs 8 times before they gave way and I could really punish him. After hammering him a total of 12 times I began to use my elbow. The elbow smashes penetrated deeper and cause John much more distress. Each time I sank my elbow into his gut John would jack knife, his face would contort as if he were about to vomit. It took nearly ten minutes for John to recover to the point that he could speak. "How many blows was that faggot?" "SIR, TWENTY ONE SIR" "Pretty good pussy." I said as I moved the candles somewhat closer to the bed. John looked at me helplessly. He was drenched and his faced was beet red. With the added heat his breathing became heavy, he was nearly panting. He adjusted himself by moving away from the candles on his left side. He knew that would only offer temporary relief as I was already moving the rest of the candles. "So what's the grand total - Fuck wad?" Johns face dropped and I knew he had forgotten how many lashes I told him he had received. I grabbed his throbbing cock and pulled it to the side exposing his balls. In a flash the pain engulfed him. This time he resigned to it, he flipped on his side as best he could and merely moaned. I gave him some time and then ordered him to lie at attention. I went sat in the recliner - perched on the edge and watched as John slowly roasted. "Do you think you deserve my cock now boy?" "Sir, no Sir. Please punish me more." "You don't want my cock. You fucking pig. Your too good to suck me now?" "Sir, No Sir. Sir, I am not worthy to lick Sirs cum off the floor." I noticed he was raising himself off the bedspring to avoid the heat. I got up and sat on his stomach. I could feel his abs as they continued to spasm from the beating. My ass became damp as my pants absorbed his perspiration. "So you deserve my penis in your mouth slut?" "Sir, Yes sir." I grabbed him by the tie and yanked his face up and then back handed him across the face. "You fucking worm. You arrogant cocky fuck wad." I reached behind myself and grabbed his balls. "What's the matter pussy, want me to take it easy on you?" I squeezed his balls a little. "Sir, No sir" I squeezed a little more. "Sir make me hurt Sir" I squeezed and pulled his nuts harder. "Sir, Sir no Mercy Sir. BREAK MY FUCKING BALLS SIR !!" As I increased the pressure and dug my thumb into his left nut John moaned deeply. "Sir, more ...." I gave his nuts a 90 degree twist and John arched his back with me still sitting on his abs. He held this until I released his balls and then we both crashed down on the bed and bounced a few times. I ran my hands tenderly up and down Johns chest. His shirt was soaked and the sweat from his body had formed puddles on the floor. Johns heavy breathing caused me to rise and fall with every breath. I stood up slowly and walked behind John and bent over him laying my hard cock on his face. It was the moment of truth for me. Larry wanted this boy broken, and I wanted to feed him my cock. I rubbed my cock against his cheek. ' Decide Decide Decide.' I kept saying it to myself. I rubbed my cock against John damp hair and leaned over further placing my hands on his hard abs for support. I wanted him so bad. No body was going to know. I imagined it. I wanted it. Him. " I want to fuck you, is that okay." " Sir, Yes Sir" as he spoke his lips brushed the head of my cock. "I want to tell you how hot you are and how beautiful you are." I was going to do it I was going to fuck up. John didn't say anything. I wanted to stop but couldn't. I looked into his face, it looked helpless, beaten, sort of boyish. I grabbed his dick and stroked it lightly. "I want to make you cum over and over again." John smiled. No smirked. And I pulled myself together. I remembered why he was here and what my role was supposed to be. "There only one problem." I said clearing my voice and changing to a more serious tone. John expression didn't change. "You're a worthless cunt slave" I stroked Johns dick three more times as he began realize what I was saying. With regret.. No with a lot of regret I bashed John in the balls. The faggots body convulsed with shock and pain. I was tempted to try to hold it down so it wouldn't hurt itself. While it was still thrashing I undid its shackles and flipped on its belly and reattached the shackles. I was shocked at how red its ass and back were from the heat and I pulled the candles out from under the bed spring. Reaching up I pulled the fags dick through the bed spring, then one of his nuts. The bedspring was actually a cable weave and the faggots ballsack was too big to make it through the opening. I reached up through and adjacent opening and got my fingers up on its ballsack. I held my breath and then forced its remaining ball through the opening. The pig jumped when the pain hit him and nearly tore his ball sack off. "Fuck" was all he said as the pain forced the wind out of him. "Got something to say?" It paused and then replied,"Sir no Sir" "Good snap to attention." It complied. "You will sleep at attention. Your feet will remain together, arms by your side. You will face straight ahead." "Sir Yes Sir" I placed the leather belt on its back as a threat. I squatted in front of it and gently pulled the tie it wore from under it. I stroked myself as I tormented the faggot. "You will stare at the floor and will ponder what a worthless cunt you are." "Sir yes Sir." I pulled its tie out straight away from its body so that it was horizontal. "What are you." "Sir I am a worthless pussy, Sir" I was almost there, and was stroking fevorishly." "What are you?" "Sir, I'm a freak of nature, a woman with a cock. Sir" I kept stroking, John must have realized what I was doing even though he was staring at the floor. He kept replying to my question. "Sir, I am less than a faggot, I am less faggot shit. Sir." "Sir. I am a nothing. A slime, shit eating, virus that doesn't deserve to exist, Sir" "Sir. I am a disgusting, stupid, puke breath faggot and I would be honored if Sir would use me as a cum rag, Sir" With that I ejaculated. Some of the jism got in the faggots hair but most landed on its tie. I grabbed the faggot by the hair and yanked its head up and allowed its tie to fall down through an opening in the bed spring. It reached the floor and I positioned the excess so that the fag would have to look at it all night. Grabbing the faggots head I wiped my cock on its hair and face. Not even allowing it the pleasure of cleaning my cock with its mouth. "I want you to think about what a loser you are fag. Look at my cum drying on your tie." I squatted down so I could whisper into its ear, but also so I could reach its balls and slap them as I spoke. "You were going to suck ME?" Slap. "I was going to fuck a loser like you, Ha" Slap Slap. I blew the candle out and left John in the dark.