Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2018 11:29:05 -0400
From: JP <jpwshop@gmail.com>
Subject: The Slow Destruction of Jonathan - 16

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THE SLOW DESTRUCTION OF JONATHAN - Part 16


Alex grabbed Jonathan and pushed him out the door. They walked next door to
a bar for a cold beer.  Alex shoved Jonathan into a booth before anyone
could notice his clothes or bare feet.  Alex ordered a cold beer for
himself and a glass of water for Jonathan, telling the bar maid that his
friend didn't drink.  Jonathan was disappointed that Alex would not order
him a beer but did not say a word.  He just kept his head down and did not
make eye contact with anyone, as Alex had demanded.

Alex told Jonathan there was going to be some new rules.  Jonathan would be
required to get a part time job at night, preferably in a convenience store
where Alex could come in for beer and cigarettes whenever he wanted.  He
would also bring home a paycheck that would allow Jonathan to pay Alex rent
to live in his former house.  Alex explained to Jonathan that it was
expensive for three people to live in the house and Jonathan would have to
pay his share.  Effective immediately, Alex would be charging Jonathan $150
per week for rent.  How humiliating it was for Jonathan that his former
house had been taken away from him and now he was going to have to pay
someone else to live there.  After working a full day on the loading dock,
he would have to work another job at night since there was nothing left
from his Miller Industrial paycheck because of the garnishments and
deductions.  He would still be required to do his chores around the house.
Alex explained to Jonathan that this could be good for him and would keep
his mind off his current situation.  He did not need to tell Julie about
the new arrangement, just keep it between the two of them.  Alex lectured
Jonathan on how lucky he was to have someone like Alex to protect him and
shelter him.  He should feel very lucky.  He lied when he told Jonathan
that Julie wanted to kick Jonathan out on the street.  Alex insisted he
went to bat for Jonathan and had changed her mind.


Alex called the bar maid over and tried to make a move, she quickly shot
him down.  He ordered another beer.  He confided in Jonathan that Julie was
not giving him pussy on a regular basis.  She never let him fuck her in the
ass and she wasn't about to suck his dick, so he needed relief.  He
explained to Jonathan that he would have to report to the upstairs bedroom
at night to take care of Alex's needs and then return to the basement to
sleep.  He was to report upstairs again in the morning at 7am to repeat the
process.  Alex explained to Jonathan that he was not gay, he was 100%
heterosexual, but just had certain needs that Julie wasn't satisfying. He
justified that this was not queer because he did not reciprocate.  He asked
Jonathan if he understood the difference, and Jonathan shook his head yes,
that he understood even though it didn't make sense to him.  Jonathan
realized though that he had been reduced to male whore status.  He figured
he had fallen as far as he could, and things could not get any worse.  He
was very wrong.

Alex ordered another beer and continued.  The difference was Jonathan was a
boot licker who sucked dick and took it up the ass.  This made Jonathan a
cock sucking faggot.  Jonathan was never going to be able to touch, feel,
or smell a pussy again.  His life as he knew it had changed, and he was
born to service men.  Mainly Alex.  He had Jonathan convinced.  He told
Jonathan that he could not lie anymore about his sexual preference.  His
life as he knew it had changed and he was going to have to face it.  This
was the life that was meant for him, his true calling.  If anyone asked
him, he would have to tell the truth.  Alex told him to face the fact that
he was a boot licking, cock sucking man whore.  He offered a dramatic pause
and then asked him' "What are you, boy?"  Jonathan replied that he was a
faggot.  Alex told him that he couldn't hear him and made him repeat it
louder, "I AM A FAGGOT, SIR".  Several people from around the bar looked in
their direction.  Jonathan was broken.  He was in an almost hypnotical
state.  He thought about it and sobbingly replied yes, he was a cocksucker.
It was his only real choice.  Alex told Jonathan that since he could admit
to his new status, they would be able to remain good friends and Jonathan
could remain in the house.  Alex explained to him that he was not gay and
that there was a difference, "I am a 100% straight alpha male and you are a
cock craving faggot that takes it up the ass.  Do you understand the
difference?"  Jonathan shook his head yes.  "That's why you need men your
life."  Alex had messed with Jonathan's body and now he was messing with
his mind.  Alex was playing a game and had won.  He had beaten Jonathan and
taken everything from him.  He was the winner, Jonathan was the loser.
Jonathan could not believe that he just yelled out that he was a
homosexual. What happed to his life?  How could this happen?


Alex was on his fourth beer when Jonathan sobbingly admitting that he had a
problem and didn't know what to do. Alex asked, like he was concerned, for
the details.  It seems that Manuel his boss on the loading dock was furious
with Jonathan's appearance and told him that if he could not dress like a
man and wear the required uniform, that he would not be able to work for
him.  He needed to get the required khaki pants, brown belt and brown
boots.  He would issue him the standard red tee shirt with the company logo
on the back.  The problem was that Jonathan had no money and no way to get
to the clothes.  Jonathan's head was so messed up that he couldn't even
make the simplest decisions anymore.


Alex who always needed to be in charge, thought for a minute and came up
with a plan.  He told Jonathan to pull his pants off and hand them over.
Jonathan did not even hesitate.  Sitting right there in the bar, he
unzipped his pants, pulled them down and off and handed them to Alex.  Alex
pulled out his pocket knife and proceeded to cut them just below the
pockets creating a unique pair of baggy, booty shorts.  The pockets were
hanging below the shorts, so Alex cut them out.  The seat of the pants was
still split.  He had Jonathan put them back on.  The bottom of his ball
sack was resting on the wooden booth.  He had Jonathan take off his ragged
dress shirt and hand it over.  He cut off both sleeves and ripped off the
collar. He popped off the buttons and handed it back to Jonathan telling
him to put it back on and tie it together in the middle of his chest.
Jonathan's smooth chest and nipple rings were hanging out.  Alex pulled out
a red bandana and tied it over his bald head.  Jonathan did not ask any
questions, he just quietly and calmly followed the orders that were given
him.

Alex quickly ushered him out the door and into the truck.  They wound up at
the corner of Fourth and High Streets in front of City Park.  Alex told
Jonathan that the boys from the office were taking him out for drinks to
celebrate his promotion, so Jonathan would be on his own.  He would come
back at 8pm and pick him up from this same corner.  Alex told Jonathan to
get out, Jonathan said ok, but what was he supposed to do?  Alex told him
that he will figure it out, and with that he drove off.

Alex just stood on the corner, almost in a daze.  After five minutes, a
15-year-old Oldsmobile station wagon pulled up and the window went down.
The man inside asked how much?  Jonathan didn't know how to respond.  The
man was getting impatient and ask if $25 would cover it, and then ordered
Jonathan to get in the car.  Jonathan got in and was facing a short man
with thick glasses.  He drove around to an alley behind the library and
forced Jonathan to blow him.  Jonathan had never felt so disgusted.  When
Jonathan was finished, he paid him the $25 and pushed him out in the alley.
Jonathan had to walk through rocks, broken glass, trash, and all sorts of
strange liquids in the alley to get to the street.  His bare feet were cut
and sore.  He had dirt and grime on both legs.  He felt and looked like a
filthy whore.

Alex got out of the dark alley and out to the street, and was trying to get
his bearings, when a car pulled up, two young college boys got out and ran
up to him.  They asked, "Hey Mister are you a homosexual"?  Jonathan tried
to play it cool and acted like he didn't hear them.  "Hey! Are you a fag"?
Jonathan meekly replied, "yes".  They didn't hear him, so they repeated the
question by yelling it, "Hey faggot, . . .  are you a faggot"?  Jonathan
turned and yelled back to them, "YES I AM A FAGGOT".  Jonathan shocked
himself.  He could not believe what he just admitted on the street.  He
just blurted it out like it was nothing!

The two na‹ve students had a proposition for Jonathan.  They were
pledging a fraternity, had been given $300, and were told to go find a fag
and brink him back to the house.  These days their options were limited on
what they could do with hazing, so they had to make other arrangements for
entertainment.  Bottom line, he would be paid $300 for two hours' worth of
entertainment. He didn't know what would be required of him, but for $300
if would most certainly be worth it.  They got back to the house and the
two boys were eager to prove to the pledge master that they had fulfilled
his request.  There had been bets around the house that these two could
never do it.  Imagine the disappointment when they walked in with Jonathan.

The pledge master walked right up to Jonathan's face and asked, "Who are
you"?  Jonathan smiled and replied, "My name is Jonathan Goodwin".  The
pledge master quickly slapped Jonathan across the cheek with a hard and
stinging smack.  He then grabbed his nutsack and twisted as hard as he
could until Jonathan screamed out.  "I don't give a shit what your name is,
do you understand?  And when you answer me it will be with respect.  Do not
look me in the eye.  You are not on the same level with me.  Now I am going
to ask you for the last and final time, "Who are you and what are you doing
here".  By now a crowd had assembled.  They watched and listened to
Jonathan's reply, "Sir, I am a faggot.  I was brought here for your
entertainment, . . . Sir"!  The crowd started whooping and hollering.  The
pledge master was trying to show off in front of the other guys.  "Then you
will show your respect for me and strip".  It did not take long for
Jonathan to remove the two articles of clothing that he was wearing.
Someone came up from behind and whipped Jonathan across the back with a
thick leather strap.  Jonathan immediately fell to the floor.  The pledge
master yelled' "Respect means on your knees".  He looked at Jonathan and
waited for a reply, "SIR, YES SIR".  The pledge master continued, "how do
you show your respect, fucker"?  Jonathan instinctively bowed his head and
started washing his Nike trainers with his tongue.  Side to side, front to
back, top to bottom, Jonathan cleaned those shoes like an expert. The
pledge master stood there in awe, when Jonathan untied and removed a shoe,
held it up to his nose and inhaled the funky aroma.  He couldn't believe it
when Jonathan picked up his foot with the thick white athletic sock and put
it in his mouth and savored it.  He was totally blown away when Jonathan
peeled the sock off, and washed his foot, top to bottom.  Jonathan then
repeated the process on the other foot.  Jonathan's training had paid off.
He knew how to service a man's foot.  The pledge master couldn't believe
it.  He yelled out, "Yes Sireee.  We got us a faggot".  A jockstrap was
pulled over Jonathan's head, and he was forced to crawl the gauntlet was he
was paddled, belted, whipped and just old fashioned spanked as he came down
the line.  When they felt that his ass and back were red enough they drug
him to the basement and stretched him out.  They poured beer and vodka
straight down his throat.  Someone had some poppers they put up his nose.
He was getting raped in the mouth and ass.  The guys could not get enough
of him.  He finally passed out on the floor after he vomited up most of the
cum he had swallowed.  Someone got a marker and wrote on his chest in big
black letters, "QUEER."  They drew a bull's eye on his ass.  By now, they
are full of beer, so they pissed all over him, and then they washed it off
with cups of beer.  Jonathan was coming in and out of consciousness as he
laid on the floor.  He had no idea what was happening to him or where he
was.

The first two boys had some remorse and decided they had to get Jonathan
out of there.  They pulled their car around to the back of the building and
threw Jonathan's naked body into the trunk.  They drove to the dark alley
and parked next to the dumpster.  They pulled Jonathan's limp body out of
the trunk and stretched him out on the filthy concrete behind the dumpster.
Jonathan was passed out.  The two guys threw his shirt and pants out of the
car window as they sped off into the night.