Part 4. The humiliation continues
Jerry continued to gently lick my abused member and the pain slowly began to
fade. Henderson had gone back to his chair against the wall and just watched.
I was in no hurry to continue, and Henderson seemed to be content to let me
settle down and get it back together.
Fifteen minutes or more must have gone by when Henderson said, "John I don't
think you are in good enough condition to continue with the scenario I
originally laid out, so I think we will make a couple of changes".
Oh, oh I thought to myself, this could be bad. But I really had no choice than
to say, "Whatever you say sir".
He came over and laid out the new plan. It turned out to be not nearly as bad
as the original one. In fact the only thing that would happen is that I would
be humiliated in front of the remaining office staff. Hell I would have been
humiliated under the other plan as well but the difference was in the severity
of that humiliation.
Without a lot of enthusiasm I began the preparations for what I thought would be
my last humiliation of the day.
The remaining staff, two junior clerks, Frank and Eddy and the bookkeeper Fred
all appeared on cue at the door.
"Come on in gentleman", I said, "this will only take a moment". I paused to
catch my breath and then began, "As you probably know by now I fucked up
royally today. This screw up could have cost the company it's most valuable
client".
With these words they quickly glanced at each, a knowing look in their eyes that
said, "J. Houston Black". No fools these three. It sure made it easier knowing
that they realized this was a bullshit punishment.
"I am a useless piece of shit that really deserves to be thrown out on my ass.
However, our employer is a fair, compassionate man", I fairly choked on that
little bit of bs, "and has decided to forgive me my stupidity. However, Mr.
Henderson has indicated, and I fully agree, that this stupidity could have cost
you your jobs. Now on the whole Mr. Henderson has been very satisfied with my
management of the office and he really does not want to fire me. It was
therefore imperative that in order for me to keep my position here an
appropriate punishment must be delivered that would: firstly satisfy Mr.
Houston and secondly ensure that not only I, but all the remaining employees
understand that all clients are to be treated with the utmost respect and
attention at all times".
All of this delivered through a throat so sore and dry that the words came out
harsh, raspy. Oh what I would have given for a glass of water.
Well now that I had finished putting myself down in front of my staff it was
time for the final humiliation.
"You probably heard my screams a little while ago". all three sets of eye
suddenly came to attention.
"Mr. Henderson felt that the only way to get this point across was through the
use of physical violence, which he abhors". I continued.
"We both agree that it is important for you to know about what went on in this
room during that time and see for yourself the final result". I had to pause
for effect and got it, as the three shifted nervously.
"What you are about to see is the result of only 20 whacks with this metal
ruler", I stated holding up the offending instrument for them to see. My dried
blood was all over it.
I then pushed Jerry's head away from my still swollen and battered cock, then
made an extreme effort to stand up. Three gasps were emitted simultaneously
from the three staff members and they looked at me with pity in there eyes. I
didn't think I would feel all that humiliated this time, but the pity in their
eyes started the blood rushing to my face. It was on fire. But worst of all,
bloody tears began to fall down my cheeks as I began to cry in self-pity. Huge
sobs erupted from me as I cried like a baby in front of these three men with
whom I had to work.
I had become a complete basket case so Henderson took over and shooshed the
three men and then Jerry as well out of the office and shut the door.
He came over to me and place his big warm arms around me and pulled me tight to
his chest, I was still crying and sobbing uncontrollably.
"There, there John it's ok. You did real good and you can keep your job. The
worst is over and the rest of the day will be a breeze".
He gently stroked my head, rubbed one of his big strong arms up and down my back
and continued to assure me that everything was ok.
"Please sir", I cried into his shoulder, "please don't make me be the boss any
more. Please sir". and a new wave of crying and sobbing erupted.
Henderson continued to assure me that everything was alright and that I was just
plain old John the office manager again. It took him quite awhile but finally I
began to calm down and get the crying to stop. But I was a broken man.
Once I had attained a measure of control, the boss walked me towards his private
toilet. I had never been in there and was amazed at the size. Along with the
usual assortment of bathroom fixtures, there was a large hot tub/whirlpool in
the center of the room. It was bubbling and foaming, with steam rising from the
surface. It looked so inviting, I suddenly wanted that hot tub more than I had
wanted anything else in my whole life. He walked me over to the sink and told
me to hold on to it for a minute. Then he began to undress.
I hardly noticed, all I wanted was that tub. Once he had shucked off his cloths
he came over and helped me to the tub.
"Be careful now John", he cautioned, "we don't want you falling and hurting
yourself do we?"
"No sir." I weakly replied.
He stepped in first then taking both my hands in his he helped me in. There
were four steps to the bottom. With each step down the water rose about 12
inches up my body. As I started down to the third step the swirling water hit
my cock and I let out a gasp and low scream of pain. Oh fuck did it hurt, well
burn actually. My dick felt like it was on fire.
But Henderson wouldn't let me stop he coaxed me on in. Finally we were on the
bottom and he motioned me over to where a seat was molded into the side of the
tub. I gingerly sat down, leaned back, closed my eyes and let the hot,
swirling water begin the healing process.
I must have fallen asleep because I felt gentle hands shaking me and a voice
that seemed to be far away was calling my name.
I slowly awoke to the voice of Henderson calling softly to me, "John, John,
wake up it's time to get out of the tub."
"Go away," I mumbled, "I don't want to get out, ever."
"You have to John, it is too hot to stay in much longer. If you don't get out
your body is going to overheat. So up you get."
Against my will, I let Henderson pull me up and guide me to the steps. I must
admit I felt a lot better now then when I was getting into the tub. Climbing
the stairs was easy and the pain in my groin was almost completely gone.
Once we were out of the tub, Henderson ushered me to the shower where he washed
me down with warm water and liquid bath soap. The feeling of his strong hands
rubbing all over my abused body felt wonderful and extremely erotic. My swollen
meat began to erect. I looked down and couldn't believe the size of the thing.
I mean my dick fully erect is just what I believe a normal, healthy dick, on an
average guy to be, about the circumference of a farmer's sausage. I had heard
stories of guys that had dicks the circumference of a coke can but never
believed it possible. Well as my dick became erect what I was looking at was
this humbugs piece of fuck meat. The diameter was so big I could not get my
hand around it.
Henderson's voice cut through my thoughts while I was looking at my meat.
"That's an impressive dick you got there John, bet that would give someone a
hell of a thrill."
"Yes sir," I replied, "But it would probably hurt so much that I wouldn't get
any pleasure at all."
"Oh I don't know about that," he said as he sunk to his knees in front of me and
began to caress my enlarged member with his soft, hot tongue. He flicked his
tongue across, over and under the large purple head, sending wonderful
sensations to my agonized brain. Sensations that I had begun to fear I would
never experience again.
Those wonderful sensations combined with the knowledge that I still had feeling
in my cockhead, caused the blood to pump in earnest into my member. It began to
throb and pulse in time with the beating of my heart, which was rapidly
increasing. Henderson was now working his way down the shaft of my enlarged
fuck machine, his tongue making little darting flickers which were driving me
wild with excitement.
I felt his big, gentle hands under my balls. He gently squeezed and fondled
them. I was in heaven. Great gobs of precum were dripping from my piss slit
and hanging like a large silk thread as it made it's way to the floor.
Henderson noticed the silky string dropping down and quickly moved his head
under it and his tongue flicked out to catch it in mid fall, raising his head
and catching the whole stream all the way back up to my cockhead.
I was in the throws of the most sublime ecstasy, my nuts were full to bursting
from Jerry's earlier ministrations, and now with the incredible feelings being
inflicted upon me by my boss, I knew I would be soon blowing my nuts all over
this shower.
Henderson must have realized that I was very close. He opened his mouth as wide
as he could and tried to take my swollen and engorged member in his mouth. It
was so huge that only the head and a tiny bit of the shaft would fit. His mouth
was so stuffed he could just barely move his tongue. Then he did the strangest
thing, he began to hum. No tune, just a steady low tone hum that cause
vibrations all around the head of my dick. At the same time one hand was gently
caressing and manipulating my swollen balls while the other was stroking the
shaft of my dick that wouldn't fit in his mouth.
After another few minutes of these manipulations I began to feel the lifting of
my nuts inside my sack. I was on the verge of orgasm. The boss felt the rising
as well because he began to furiously attack my dick and balls. He started
fucking his mouth with the head of my cock and increased the jacking of his hand
on my shaft, while his other hand increased the manipulation of my nuts.
This caused a mixed sensation of pleasure and pain. The two working in harmony,
raising me higher and higher. Taking me into that magical world of coloured
lights, where nothing exists except pleasure.
It started with that wonderful feeling of well being, of peace, of power, of
strength. That feeling like no other. That feeling that drives man to the
depths of depravity and soaring to the top of the heavens. The release of his
sperm, what he is all about, his reason for living. Forced from the end of the
dick under tremendous pressure and in that release bringing indescribable
pleasure to the human male.
Shot after shot of hot, creamy, man juice shot into the bosses mouth. He
gagged, he choked and he gagged some more but he didn't loose a drop. He caught
it all and swallowed. I counted seven major eruptions of pure pleasure and
three gentler shots. Henderson continued sucking dick snot from my cock while
continuing to jack me. He wanted more, but my nuts were empty.
I was spent, it had been a long afternoon and I needed desperately to sit or lie
down. I pulled back and the head of my dick pulled out of the bosses mouth with
a loud pop. Then I collapsed into his arms.
Part 5. Lost Freedom.
I awoke at 10 p.m. that evening. The boss had dried me and carried me to the
big, soft couch in his office. He covered me with a blanket and left me to
sleep.
As I opened my eyes, I was not sure where I was. The events of the day came
racing back into my consciousness. I gave a shudder and then realized I was
in the bosses office. The only light came from his desk lamp. I looked around
but seemed to be the only one here.
I went to sit up and gave a scream as pain coiled up from my injured dick and
balls. My hands flew to my crotch to cup then. It was an agonizing pain. I
was doubled over, tears and formed in my eyes and were dripping down my cheeks.
The office door opened and Mr. Henderson came rushing in.
"Are you ok, John?", he asked with concern.
"Having a nightmare are we."
"Ah, no sir." I replied. "The pain is still intense. I tried to get up, I have
to go to the toilet."
"Here let me help." he said, taking me gently under the arm and lift slowly.
Another jolt of pain ripped through my dick and nuts. But he didn't stop
lifting. The pain continued as he got me to my feet. I looked down and almost
fainted from the sight. My dick was swollen to at least 5 times it's normal
size and the whole thing was a dark, dark blue, almost black, in colour. My
balls were swollen and pushed out the sides past my dick. Movement sent
excruciating pain throughout my entire groin.
Walking was almost impossible, but he forced me along to the toilet. He held
me up while I emptied my bladder. Even the movement of the urine moving down
the urethra caused ripples of pain along the outside of my prick. I was
beginning to think I was much more seriously injured than Henderson had said.
When I had finished emptying my bladder I asked him if I could go home now.
"Ah, now that I am afraid you can not do John." he said with a smile. "You see
you are home. From now on you will be living with me. I have called your
lady friend and told her I had to send you out of town on urgent business and
that you wouldn't be back for at least a week."
"You can't do that." I stammered in protest. "You have no right to do that."
"Oh but I can John and I did. I have enough photo's of you performing
degrading acts, by yourself and in front of the staff to force you to do
anything I want. Not only that, the staff will stand up and testify that you
performed these acts. You see John, like you they are all afraid of losing
their jobs and I have photo's of all of them in, ah.... shall we say,
compromising situations. They will do just about anything I tell them, just
like you will from now on."
"You rotten bastard." I said through clenched teeth.
"Naughty, naughty John. You shouldn't have said that. Once your cock gets
better, that should be in about 5 days time, I shall have Sarah administer 10
more whacks to your cock and balls with that ruler. You must learn to be
respectful to your Master, John."
The End.
Well maybe not quite the end. If I receive requests to continue and maybe a few
suggestions on what you would like to see happen to poor, unwilling slave John,
I just might be persuaded to continue the story for a few more chapters.
Cheers
Rob
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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