Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2018 20:01:12 -0400
From: jpwshop@gmail.com
Subject: The Slow Destruction of Jonathan - 14

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THE SLOW DESTRUCTION OF JONATHAN - Part 14


The next day Jonathan and Alex were sitting in their side by side cubicles.
Alex was working on his accounts, racking up more and more sales.  Jonathan
did not have much to do, most of his better accounts had been pilfered by
Alex.  He was only left with the high maintenance, low margin accounts.
The company was still in the midst of a nationwide search for a sales
manager, so they really didn't have a supervisor at the time.

They both looked up at the same time, to see two athletic men in cheap
suits and mirrored sunglasses enter the office and ask a co-worker a
question.  They pointed towards the cubicles in the back.  The men were
soon standing in front of Jonathan.  They asked him if he was Jonathan
Goodwin.  Jonathan smiled at the men and said that yes indeed that was him.
They asked him to stand up. He was shoved against the wall.  His arms were
jerked behind and he soon felt the cold steel metal of the handcuffs.
Jonathan was flabbergasted.  One of the men roughly kicked the black army
boots apart and forced Jonathan to spread his legs.  He was roughly
frisked; the detective cringed when he felt the cage on Jonathan's cock and
the nipple ring on his chest.

Jonathan was finally able to get a word out and demanded to know what was
happening.  One of the detectives told him that he was under arrest for the
murder of James Robinson.  Jonathan thought to himself, "Who the hell is
James Robinson"?  The other detective continued, "Don't deny it.  We found
your abandoned car in the woods.  Your money clip was in his pocket.  Your
leather jacket was nearby.  We will conduct a test to prove that it was
your DNA that was found on his penis.  It then occurred to Jonathan the two
detectives were talking about Big Black.  But he had not seen or heard from
Big Black since that fateful day and had no idea what the detectives were
talking about.  He was being read his rights as co-workers pulled out their
cell phones and took pictures and videos of him being arrested.  Jonathan
was pulled through the office, into the lobby and out the front door as
everyone stood up from their desk to watch what was happening.  He was
quickly whisked off to central booking.

In a windowless room, a sheriff barked an order for Jonathan to
STRIP. Jonathan balked demanding that he was innocent.  The sheriff told
him that he had 10 seconds to get naked.  Jonathan admitted defeat and soon
bent over, untied, and removed each of the combat boots.  He stood up and
removed the cheap suit jacket and handed it to the sheriff, who promptly
threw it on the table.  Jonathan removed his tie and his shirt and was soon
bare chested.  The sheriff took notice of the nipple piercing.  He finally
removed his pants and was standing butt naked before the Sherriff.
Jonathan was instructed to remove the earring and nipple ring.  The
Sherriff noticed the cock cage and butt plug.  He called out to his co-
worker, "Hey Joe we got a live one here.  Bring the bolt cutters".
Jonathan was instructed to remove the butt plug and when he did, it made a
loud slurpy pop.  This couldn't get any worse.

Jonathan was issued an orange jump suit, rubber sandals and ironically, for
the first time in a long time, Jonathan had a pair of socks, even if they
were white.  They were putting shackles on his wrists when the co-worker
called out that the inventory paper work was incomplete.  He told the
sheriff that he forgot to list his underwear and socks.  The sheriff
quickly replied, "that's not a mistake, the fucker wasn't wearing any".

Jonathan was marched down the cell block amid loud whistles, and cat calls.
The inmates were excited because here was some fresh good looking meat.
Jonathan was put in a private cell; the shackles were removed, and the door
was closed and locked.

Jonathan sat there with his head in his hands and cried.  He cried all day
and all night.  He couldn't believe that this was happening to him.
Finally, at night the lights were dimmed, and Jonathan dozed off to sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, he heard a noise and realized that his
cell door opened and then reclosed.  He couldn't quite focus, but soon
realized there was someone else in the cell with him.  He discovered that
he was a big man that towered over him.  He had huge arms as a result of
many hours of weight lifting. He had long hair and a lot of tattoos all
over his body, even on his hands.  He took one of those large hands and
cupped it over Jonathan's mouth.  He whispered in his ear, "Don't speak,
don't yell".  He made a gesture of balling his fist, rearing it back and
pointing it towards Jonathan's face.  "Understand"?  Jonathan nodded his
head and acknowledge that he understood completely.  The big man used his
other hand to reach in front of Jonathan and slowly and deliberately lower
the zipper on Jonathan's jump suit.  He used both hands to pull it to the
floor.  Jonathan was shoved to his knees and the big white cock was shoved
in his mouth.  Jonathan knew what to do.  Just as the cock started to
throb, the big man pulled out, shoved Jonathan on the bed and immediately
rammed the cock in his ass. It didn't take long for the big man to unload
in Jonathan's ass.  He then forced Jonathan to use his tongue to clean his
cock.  For the next 2 hours Jonathan was completely surprised when the big
man cuddled and snuggled with Jonathan in bed.  He caressed his head,
played with his cock, fingered his hole and continuously made love with his
mouth.  He passionately kissed Jonathan on the mouth and lips.  He kissed
his forehead.  He lapped at Jonathan's nipples.  He even went down and
kissed Jonathan's cock and eventually his feet.  He worshipped Jonathan in
every imaginable way.  The big man was madly in love with Jonathan.  It had
been a long time since Jonathan had received any sexual attention, so It
was not hard to believe that he was thoroughly enjoying it tonight, even if
it was from a man.  The big man rolled Jonathan over and fucked him again,
long and hard.  Jonathan's ass was sore from all the abuse, and ecstatic
from all the attention.  Jonathan hadn't felt love like this since he had
been on his honeymoon with Julie.  God this felt good and he wasn't sure
why.

Shortly before dawn, his cell door opened, and the big guy slipped off into
the night.  Jonathan was cold and alone again.  He put his jump suit back
on and reminisced about the night.  He wasn't sure why it felt so good and
had to keep reminding himself that he wasn't gay.  He never mentioned this
night to another soul, especially Alex.

The next day Alex got up as usual, but today he had to dress himself. He
put on a nice suit and tie and picked out a beautiful pair of Berluti
double leather buckle shoes and matching belt (He was getting better at
picking out clothes).  He felt good when he added the expensive jewelry.
All that gold and silver made him feel powerful and important.  He winked
at himself in the mirror and headed out the door.  At work he was racking
his brain, trying to come up with a plan to help Jonathan.  He knew that he
would need a good attorney.  It then hit him that the best criminal
attorney in town was Matthew Woltz (the attorney who had always been
jealous of Jonathan's success).  He called and made an appointment.

Sitting in the conference room in the attorney's plush offices, Alex
explained Jonathan's predicament.  Matthew, the attorney, was enjoying
hearing about Jonathan's legal problems.  He then told Alex that he could
certainly help, but his services were not cheap.  He would have to be put
on retainer, and then paid by the hour.  He wasn't sure that Jonathan could
afford his services.  After all, he is the best and the best is not cheap.
These were some serious charges that Jonathan was facing.

Alex thought for a minute and then looked at Matthew.  He unhooked the
Rolex watch from his wrist and put it on the table.  This was a $13,000
steel and yellow gold beauty.  He looked at Matthew and asked. "Will this
cover it"?  Matthew cockily replied, "Well it's certainly a start.  You
realize that we will have to hire an investigator, there will be
depositions and a lot of expenses".  Alex removed the Tiffany's yellow gold
bracelet from his wrist and put in on the table, next to the watch.
Matthew just sat there unaffected and didn't say anything.  Alex reached up
to his neck and unhooked the 18K gold David Yurman necklace and placed it
on the table.  There was a slight smile on Matthews face. Finally, as one
last act of desperation, Alex removed both rings he was wearing and put
them on the table.  He removed the Fendi engraved cuff links and put them
next to the rings.  Every piece of jewelry that Alex had been wearing was
now on the table.  It's approximate value was $26,000. Matthew happily
replied, "You know, I think that might get us started.  We'll get to work
on this right away."  In the blink of an eye, Jonathan's luxurious jewelry
collection was gone.

Alex stood up to leave and Matthew said, "I am really admiring those shoes
that you are wearing.  I need a pair like that.  Where did you get them?
Alex replied that he didn't remember where he got them.  (He didn't want to
admit that they were from Jonathan's closet).  But Matthew wouldn't drop
it, "No, I really want a pair of shoes like that.  Those are the
best-looking shoes I've seen in a long time.  I have to have a pair like
them".  Alex could take a hint.  He sat down in the chair and removed first
the left shoe and then the right and put them on the table.  Defeated he
stood up to leave when Matthew said, "And the belt".  Alex thought, "God
damn.  This guy won't stop."  He slid the belt from his waist and added it
to the collection on the table.  He hurriedly headed for the door before
Matthew hollered out another item.  Matthew scooped up the jewelry and belt
and put them inside the shoes and headed back to his office, confident and
proud in his negotiating skills.  He had to hustle, because he was soon due
in court.  Alex meantime, was headed through the lobby and out the front
door in his socks and without his belt and jewelry.  He felt as if he had
been screwed.  He had definitely been screwed.

An hour later Jonathan had been released from jail.  A snitch came forward
and told the cops who really killed Big Black.  Upon release, they couldn't
find Jonathan's clothes or boots.  Such incompetence.  They scrounged
around and came up with a pair of old tattered sweat pants and a worn-out
wife beater that looked like it came out of the trash.  They were nice
enough to let him keep the socks and rubber sandals.  Alex hadn't been home
yet and was still wasn't wearing a belt or shoes when he picked up
Jonathan.  They headed straight to the attorney's office.  He was still in
court, but finally arrived about 20 minutes later.  They both noticed that
Matthew was wearing Jonathan's Rolex watch and designer shoes.  Matthew
took one look at Jonathan and laughed to himself.  He played with the Rolex
watch on his wrist.  My how far Jonathan had fallen.  He looked like shit
from his sleepless night and the rags he was wearing, and Matthew was
loving it.  Pretty boy, was not so pretty anymore.  There was no way that
he would ever be a threat to Matthew, ever again.

Alex spoke up, "Listen, great news.  Jonathan has been released and the
case closed.  We are not in need of your services anymore, and since you
haven't really done any work on the case, we will take our refund and be on
our way."  Alex was thoroughly expecting to get his shoes, belt and jewelry
back.  Matthew replied, "Not so fast hot shot.  It doesn't work like that.
I became your attorney of record.  It doesn't matter how much work was done
on the case.  You started the ball rolling and there are no refunds.  Now
get the fuck out of here".  Alex stood up to attack the attorney when
Matthew reached down and pulled out a pistol.  Matthew suggested that Alex
rethink his plan and Alex soon realized that he wasn't getting his stuff
back.  There was nothing the two men could do, and they left the office in
disgrace.  The receptionist had to laugh out loud when they walked by her
desk.  She just knew by the looks on their faces that her boss had screwed
them.

The two of them had been away from the office too long and needed to get
back ASAP.  But first they were going to have to address the clothing
issues, so back to Goodwill they went.  They were becoming regulars. There
was only one pair of shoes in their size and it was the Brook Brothers
brogues for $35.  Alex said that he would pay the price, that he was worth
it.  They had no belts that would fit him.  Jonathan was having even bigger
problems. The only thing close to being acceptable was some sort of wash
and wear suit that was mostly wrinkled.  He grabbed a beige shirt to go
with it and a tie that was every bit of 20 years old.  He would have to
stick with the white socks and rubber sandals, there were no other shoes.
They had to run and get back before their absence was noticed.  They
hustled back to the office and slipped into their cubicles as if they had
been working all day.