Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2018 11:58:30 -0500
From: jpwshop@gmail.com
Subject: The Slow Destruction of Jonathan - 4

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THE SLOW DESTRUCTION OF JONATHAN - Part 4


Jonathan slowly headed back to his office after being brutally abused in
the mens room.  He spent the rest of the afternoon working on an important
sales presentation that he was preparing for that night.  He was going to
meet George Stephenson and pitch him on the merits of doing business with
Miller Industrial.  He was planning a dinner for the two of them at Ruth
Chris Steak House.  He would feed George a great steak dinner, get him
liquored up, and give him the pitch.  George was an important new client
and had the potential of being Miller Industrial's largest customer.
Jonathan wanted everything to be perfect.  He knew what he was doing and
was extremely confident in his sales abilities.  The commission on this
account alone, could run into 5 figures.  Jonathan wanted no surprises in
this sales presentation.

Around 2pm his office door opened and in walked Alex and Julie.  They had
been to lunch for over two hours and were obviously intoxicated when they
approached Jonathan.  Alex nodded in Jonathan's direction and Jonathan
immediately jumped up from the chair and started peeling off his clothes
and boots.  He was not happy about having to do this, but knew that he did
not have a choice.  He did not want another beating.  When was naked, he
stood totally humiliated and defeated - at attention: shoulders back, legs
spread, hands behind head.  Julie and Alex sat side by side on the sofa.

Julie started the conversation.  "I've had some time to think and I have
come up with a plan.  I am disgusted with your weaknesses and can't stand
the sight of you.  You are nothing but a feeble little cocksucker who can't
even defend himself.  I need a strong man, a man who can satisfy me and
make me happy.  Look at you, you are a fucking worthless piece of shit.  I
need an Alpha Male who knows how to satisfy his woman.  And that is not
you, . . . . that is Alex."  Jonathan was devastated and totally not
prepared for the next statement.  Julie continued, "So I have decided that
I want a divorce.  It will be uncontested.  My father gave us the down
payment for our house and help set you up in business.  Therefore, I am
entitled to all our property and assets.  Remember, I have pictures of you
with a dick in your mouth and one up your ass.  A nasty court case would
unveil your new sordid lifestyle.  You will sign over everything to me".
No, No, . . . Please No, Julie.  I love you.  You can't throw me out.  We
have a life together".  Jonathan was dumbfounded and started crying.  He
could not believe his ears.  Julie said, "This is exactly what I'm talking
about.  You are no longer the man I married.  You are a sniveling little
street faggot.  You can't provide for me, you can't even take care of
yourself.  Just look at you!  You have to have a good man like Alex take
care of you."  She continued, "I have our attorneys, who are working for me
now, drawing up papers that will transfer our house, the beach house, the
retirement accounts and the cars to my name.  Since you will have no cash
or assets, you will file personal bankruptcy for your remaining debts.
There will be no discussion, you will sign the papers."  Jonathan wanted to
argue with her, but his mind was spinning out of control as he was standing
in front of them naked.  He could not form any words.  His brain was
frozen.  He felt like he was going to faint.  When he came to his senses,
he realized that he better not open his mouth because he did not want to
receive another beating from Alex.


About that time the phone rang, and it was the HR Director, Barbara
Harrison.  She had received the request for the transfer and promotion of
Alex and was ecstatic that Jonathan had taken an interest in the
development of Alex. Ms. Harrison was a no nonsense mature lady, who ruled
HR with an iron fist.  Her word was sacred around the company.  She
recalled having many problems with Alex but when she looked in his file she
was confused because there was no documentation.  She felt it was in the
best interest of Alex and in the best interest of the company that he be
promoted.  More importantly, because they were up 1 person in the receiving
office, the transfer could be effective that same day.  Everyone (except
Jonathan) was happy.


Julie told Jonathan to get dressed, they were going out.  He didn't ask any
questions, he put his cheap clothes back on and was soon ready to go.  As
they were headed out the door, Alex made himself at home at Jonathan's
desk, checking out the computer.  He asked Jonathan for the passwords that
he needed to get in to his corporate email, corporate programs, and several
sales presentation and accounting apps that Jonathan used on a regular
basis.  Alex would change the passwords, effectively locking Jonathan out
of his own computer.


Jonathan had to walk through the offices to get to the parking lot.  It was
the first time he had left his office and he felt that all eyes were on him
as he headed towards the door. He went to check the time on his watch and
realized that he didn't have one any more.  He also didn't have a cell
phone to check the time.  He was lost without them.  He instinctively felt
his pants pockets and realized that they were empty.  He had nothing,
absolutely nothing in his pockets.


He got into Julie's car and off they went.  In no time they had arrived at
their local Bank of America branch, where they were on a first name basis
with the manager, Mr. Sullivan.  "Hello Julie, hello Jonathan, how can we
help today."  Julie told Mr. Sullivan that she discovered that her husband
liked to suck dick and take it up the ass.  She said they were getting a
divorce and she wanted Jonathan's name removed from the accounts.
Mr. Sullivan asked Jonathan, "Is this true? You're a faggot?"  Jonathan
nodded his head in silent agreement.  He could not believe that he just
admitted to a business associate that he was gay, especially when he didn't
believe it, himself.  One by one, Mr. Sullivan had Jonathan sign forms for
each account.  "This form is for your checking account.  After today
Jonathan, you will no longer be able to sign checks.  This form is for your
debit card.  After today it will no longer be active.  This form is for
your savings account.  This form is for your Certificates of Deposit.  This
form will cancel your Visa Credit Card.  This form will turn the contents
of your safe deposit box over to Julie."  Julie thanked Mr. Sullivan for
his prompt assistance.  He looked at Jonathan and said, "Good Luck Dick
Licker".  She and Jonathan left the bank and headed back to the office.
Mr. Sullivan made sure to check out the back side of Jonathan's hot body on
the way out the door.  The sudden reality hit Jonathan on the ride back.
He had no cash in his pockets and no way to get any.  He had been
completely cut off from his accounts.  He used to always walk around with a
couple hundred dollars in his pocket, now he didn't have a dime.  How was
he going to survive?  Maybe Julie would give him an allowance.  Maybe he
could get an advance on his paycheck.  That would be humiliating for the
young hot shot executive to have to go to payroll and ask for an advance.
They got back to the office and Jonathan's head was spinning.


Alex was sitting behind Jonathan's desk where he had made himself perfectly
at home.  When Julie and Jonathan entered, Alex looked Jonathan straight in
the eye.  Jonathan did not need to be told what to do.  He him immediately
stripped off the five items that he had to his name: shirt, tie, pants,
belt, boots.  It was strange, but Jonathan was getting used to being kept
naked in his own office.  He was not happy about it, but realized that he
had no choice.



Alex pulled out Jonathan's wallet and threw it on top of the desk towards
Julie. It was a beautiful $2,000 Tom Ford alligator wallet that they had
bought on their last trip to New York.  Julie opened the wallet and pulled
out a Capital One Master Card.  She picked up a pair of scissors and cut
the card in half, saying that she had already removed his name from the
account.  She found his Bank of America debit card and Visa Card and cut
both up and threw them in the trash.  She found a Home Depot Card and a
Citibank Card that she didn't know about.  She cut both up and said that
she would be closing the accounts.  Jonathan was extremely humiliated as
Julie and Alex had all his personal business spread out on the desk.  She
continued going through the wallet and cut up his health insurance card and
employee benefits card, saying that he didn't need those because in the
future, he would be going to the county free clinic.  She pulled out his
Costco Membership Card and laughed, "not anymore, Powder Puff."  She cut it
in half and threw it in the trash.  She pulled out a couple of his personal
business cards and said, "That's a joke".  There was a BMW preferred
customer card which offered free road side assistance among other
things. She cut it up and through it in the trash saying, "Those days are
over."  She pulled out his Driver's License and studied it.  Finally, after
a long pause, she said that it would be a long time before he could afford
a car again and would have no need for a Driver's License.  She was
thinking that it only made sense to cut it up, so it would not fall into
the hands of an identity thief.  She took the empty wallet and handed it to
Alex and asked, "You need a new wallet"?  Alex replied, "No, I don't want
it.  He took the empty wallet, shook it hard and greedily, looking for any
cash or valuables that might be hidden inside, and then and flung it into
the trash can. The two of them had now successfully taken away Jonathan's
identity.


Jonathan went into a state of panic.  What about his car?  Surely Alex
would not deprive him of that.  How was he going to get back and forth to
work?  How was he going to get on an airplane again?  Jonathan flew an
average of twice a month on business.  His head was spinning.  And what
about tonight?  He needed his car to meet the client at the restaurant.  It
was almost as if Alex could read Jonathan's mind.


Alex said that tonight he will be joining them for dinner.  He had gone
through the files on Jonathan's computer and had become familiar with
Jonathan's sales presentation.  He would assist.  Jonathan did not want or
need assistance with the presentation, but the decision had been made.


Alex was still sitting at the desk when he forced Jonathan to suck him off
while Julie remained seated on the sofa and watched. She watched Alex bend
Jonathan over the desk and fuck his not so Virgin hole.  He was relentless
in his pounding.  When he finally exploded, he filled Jonathan's throat and
had enough left over to spray his face. Jonathan slurped Alex's cock clean
and was pushed to the floor.  It was time for more foot worship.  Jonathan
was forced to lick the tan loafers on Alex's feet which were once his
favorite. He licked and licked until they were spotless.  He gently removed
the first shoe from Alex's foot and inhaled the aroma.  He then went to
work on the fine Italian sock.  Jonathan was so turned on by the shoes and
socks that he almost came all over himself again.  He did not understand
why his own cock was leaking pre-cum.  He then removed the sock and once
again washed Alex's feet with his tongue.  Jonathan was getting addicted to
them.  He couldn't get enough of the smell and taste of Alex's feet.


Alex said the he needed to take a leak but could not leave the office with
his dick and feet hanging out.  He told Jonathan to bring his boots over,
and Alex proceeded to fill both black harness boots with his strong warm
piss.


It was getting late, and the two men would have to get ready for happy hour
with Mr. Stephenson.  They did not want to be late for their new account.
Jonathan wanted to go home and put on a clean suit with shirt and tie, and
Alex said, "absolutely not".  He would go the way he was dressed.  He had
to use his shirt to clean the cum out of his hair and off his face.  Alex
found a brand new clean white shirt in Jonathan's closet and changed into
it which made him relaxed and comfortable.  He had Jonathan put the socks
and shoes back on his feet and proceeded to check himself in the mirror.
He combed his hair and straightened his suit.  Jonathan on the other hand
had put on the cum rag of a shirt that he had been wearing all day and the
Wrangler jeans.  He had to race down the hallway to the mens room, carrying
the black harness boots in his hands.  He hoped that he did not run into
anyone in the hallway, as he was in his bare feet.  He emptied the warm,
smelly piss in the toilet and returned to his office, still in his bare
feet.  He had a quizzical look on his face which pissed off Alex.  "Don't
be such a dumb shit.  Put the boots on we've got to go".  So as Jonathan
pulled the smelly boots on his feet, Alex was literally dragging him out
the door to the car in the parking lot.  He had no time to tuck in his
shirt, comb his hair, or splash water on his face.  To make matters worse,
the cum stained shirt started to smell, and as Jonathan's feet started to
sweat, the boots really began to smell.


They got into Jonathan's car and Alex drove.  Jonathan did not even try to
get Alex to allow him to drive.  He cringed at the way Alex treated his
prized BMW.  They arrived at the restaurant and headed for the bar.  Alex
was calm, cool, and comfortable; Jonathan was a hot smelly mess.  This was
Alex's plan all along.  They met Mr. Stephenson at the bar and had several
rounds of drinks.  When the check came, Jonathan casually reached for his
wallet, and realized he didn't have one.  There was awkward silence.  Alex
smoothly reached into his wallet and pulled out a credit card to pay the
check.  "That 's ok, I've got this one".  Of course, he was paying the tab
with Jonathan's credit card, but Mr. Stephenson didn't know that.
Mr. Stephenson suggested that they give an additional cash tip to the
pretty cocktail server that was assisting the bartender.  Jonathan said
"Yes, of course", and felt his pockets for his cash. He suddenly realized
that he didn't have any.  Alex replied, "I've got this", and once again
saved the day.  Of course, it was Jonathan's cash he was using.


They had a wonderful dinner and the presentation was going well.  Of
course, Alex was able to answer every question, and stole the conversation
at every opportunity.  It appeared that Alex had been working on the
account for months, when he had only read the notes that afternoon.  The
restaurant was hot and stuffy, and Mr. Stephenson could not help from
noticing the foul smell that was coming from the direction of Jonathan.  By
the end of the night, Mr. Stephenson announced that he would be placing
some large orders with Miller Industrial, but he only wanted to deal with
Alex as his sole salesman.  He did not particularly care for Jonathan.  In
fact, he did not want to see or hear from him again.  He shook his head
when he was reminded that Jonathan was a Vice-President of the company.  He
didn't understand it, but if he could deal with Alex, he would be happy.


So, Alex had done it.  He had managed to steal the largest account ever
right out from under Jonathan, and he had only been a salesman for less
than 8 hours!  When the orders came rolling in, Alex was an instant hero,
and quickly recognized for his tremendous efforts.  He was rewarded with
some of the largest commission and bonus checks the sales department had
ever seen.  No one ever knew, that Jonathan had been working on the account
for 6 months, assembling as much information as possible to make a
successful presentation. Once again, the wind had been kicked out of
Jonathan's sails.


Alex had the valet pull the car around and told Jonathan to meet him around
the corner.  Alex pulled around and there was Jonathan waiting for him on
the sidewalk.  He got out of the car and opened the trunk.  He told
Jonathan to put those stinking boots in the trunk, he didn't want them in
HIS car.  Jonathan leaned over and pulled the first boot off and tossed it
in the trunk.  He quickly followed with the second boot.  He was standing
on the sidewalk in his bare feet.  He looked around nervously to see in
anyone had noticed.  Alex told him the shirt and tie stank too, and needed
to be put in the trunk.  Jonathan sheepishly complied.  Now he was bare
chested and nervous.  Alex told Jonathan the pants needed to go in the
trunk too.  Jonathan refused saying that would make him naked.  Alex said,
"fine, have it your way and find your own way home".  He slammed the trunk
closed, hopped in the car, and drove off, leaving Jonathan standing there
in disbelief.  Jonathan was a very modest person with high standards, and
before this day would never have been seen in public like this.


Jonathan headed down the street with his head hung low.  He could not
believe the verbal and physical abuse that had had been receiving.  He
couldn't believe the way Mr. Stephenson had looked at him.  He just kept
replaying the day's events in his head.  There was not much traffic, but he
was afraid someone would recognize him.  As he walked past a parking
garage, a homeless man stepped out and asked him if he had a cigarette.
Jonathan replied no, he didn't.  He looked Jonathan up and down, checking
him out, noticing the bare chest and feet.  He asked Jonathan if he was
having a rough night, and Jonathan replied that yes indeed he was.  He told
Jonathan to come in for a minute, that maybe he could help him, so Jonathan
stepped into the garage.  When he got around the corner, there was another
homeless man standing there.  He surprised Jonathan by throwing him up
against the concrete wall.  The first man grabbed his wrists and tied them
together over his head.  They went through Jonathan's pockets one by one
and found nothing, so they decided to take the pants.  It took very little
effort to lower the jeans and tug them off his legs.  They looked at
Jonathan's athletic and naked body and asked him what kind of whore was he?
Jonathan denied being a whore.  They told Jonathan that they didn't believe
him.  One of the men starting kissing Jonathan on the lips, which he found
repulsive.  He stuck his nasty tongue in Jonathan's mouth.  The other one
started sucking Jonathan's dick which immediately sprang to attention.  He
licked Jonathan's chest and nipples.  His rough beard sent chills up
Jonathan's body.  The first one went down on Jonathan's ass and licked all
around it.  He inserted his tongue in Jonathans butt hole and worked the
inside.  He loved the taste.  He slurped all around his balls.  Jonathan
had never felt these kinds of sensations before, his cock was drooling
pre-cum.  Jonathan was pushed back against a low concrete wall and the two
homeless men took turns ravaging Jonathan's now cleaned out ass hole.
Neither had sex in a while, so they were able to fuck him relentlessly for
over an hour.  When they finally slowed down Jonathan was able to make a
break for it.  He took off running down the street, with his hands still
tied, but quickly outpaced the two guys.


Eventually, Jonathan had to slow down, his bare feet were being cut and
torn by the asphalt.  He tried to stay in the shadows.  He was also able to
get the rope off his hands.  He looked down and couldn't believe what he
saw.  His feet were almost black from the dirt and grime.  His whole body
was filthy and still stinking.  He had cum dripping out of his ass.  He was
a successful executive and never thought in a million years that he could
have been put in this situation, naked and on the streets.  He skillfully
made his way through the darkness towards his house.  His body was in great
shape, and with a little effort from his exhausted muscles, he was able to
make his way home and slip into the house through the kitchen side door.
Alex and Julie were waiting for him and they did not look happy.