Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2013 14:46:12 -0800 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Downward Spiral of Jim; Cop - Part 2; Story codes: M, MM, bd, sm, exhib Disclaimer: This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers. By getting this far into nifty.org, the reader acknowledges his/her legal right to be here. The reader will hold nifty and/or the author harmless. Warning: This erotic fiction contains sexual experiences between fictional adult males. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, any similarity to any person, place or thing living or dead is merely coincidental. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for use under any condition. Please forward all comments, notes and criticisms to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. We have all shot our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. ----------------------------------- Please check out my other Nifty.org stories: Growing Up Naked http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/growing-up-naked/ Naked Whore http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/naked-whore Put Out to Pasture http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/put-out-to-pasture Santa's Slave Training http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/santas-slave-training Special Product Design http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/special-product-design The Trunk http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-trunk ----------------------------------- Author's note: I created two endings for "The Downward Spiral of Jim". When we left Jim in Chapter 12, he was either going to commit to the cop or leave. "Downward Spiral of Jim – Cop" three-part ending is what happens to Jim when he chooses to stay and be a slave for the cop. Warning: this ending is not for the faint of heart. "Downward Spiral of Jim – Rick" is what happens to Jim when he leaves the cop. This installment will be published after "Downward Spiral of Jim – Cop". Suggestion: Read the chapters in order. Much of the appreciation of the second ending comes from understanding the first ending. Thanks. ----------------------------------- Story codes: M, MM, bd, sm, exhib Downward Spiral of Jim – Cop – Part 2 Master relished in fucking with my head. Sir's dominance was through mind torture. Sir loved that i had to be two different entities in the same body; faggot slave scum and normal human being. He got his kicks from destroying my ego and self-confidence more than he did shooting a load of cum in my mouth or ass. He never tied me up other than if he took me to the rest area to suck cock and drink piss. He didn't physically beat me or whip me except for his propensity to slap me across the face. He didn't have to. Master knew how to break me without going the easy way with whips and chains. my life became increasingly difficult going between the two different compartments. To the outside world, i was displayed as a human being in public. The word "displayed" is important here. Master used me talents of intelligence, charm and good looks to his advantage when in public. Everyond adored Master's husband. i was good at what i did and no one suspected that i was not the same at home behind the doors of Master's house. Regardless of my skill level, Master knew that at some point i would crack and go insane. Everyone is two different people. People display an outward personna. The extreme difference between outward and inward i was required to achieve could only lead to lunacy. Sir was an asshole, but he was a smart and intuitive asshole. He knew exactly how far to take me. Fifteen years i continued those two compartments. i did the best i could. Master kept my body in outstanding physical condition. Yes, i aged from the stress but i still was a stud slave. Guys continued to hit on me at our gym. i never took any of them up on it. my face, though, didn't fare as well. The signs of the constant mental torture demonstrated the vulnerability of my mind. i suspect that our closer public acquaintances knew there was something amiss. Throughout this time our relationship was monogamous at home. i enjoyed that he engaged more sexually with me than during our first year. Sir was never predictable and there were periods where he didn't want to be touched. Then, i was subjected back to being a relief for his cock either by sucking him off or experiencing his massive tool in my pussy while he refused to let me touch him. Master was smart enough to whore me out. Sir knew that if i didn't have an outlet occasionally where i could be the cocksucking slut that he met so many years earlier, i would eventually go out, find it myself and end our relationship. Master was inventive and, like sleeping with him in bed, there was no pattern. By far, the cop's favorite thing to do with me was take me to the rest area, chaining me to the toilet so men could piss on me and give me their cum. For an anniversary present early in our marriage, Master organized a scene. This should have been a clue that my life would eventually get worse, but i lived in such a state of denial about how we lived and i remained infatuated with the cop for so long that the Sherlock in me was comatose. "Get in the trunk, faggot. We are going for a ride." Master ordered. "What should i wear Sir?" i queried. Master slapped me across the face. "I said get in the trunk. If I wanted you to wear anything I would have said that in my order." i bowed me head. i thought i had placed a reasonable question. This type of exchange forced me to think and only do what was actually stated by Master without posing a question. i went into the garage, popped the trunk to the car and got in. i laid there for at least a half hour before Sir came out and shut the lid. i heard the garage door open as Sir started the car and he backed out. We drove for quite a ways. The movement of the car indicated we were out in the country somewhere as the smoothness of the freeway was replaced by the car rolling from side to side on curvy highways. The car pulled to a stop. i heard Sir get out and slam his door. i expected the trunk to open, but it did not. Once again, i waited. The time must have been another hour before the trunk popped. "Get out faggot." Sir did not help me out. i struggled because my limbs were stiff after a few hours in the trunk. When i stood getting my bearings, a horror rose across my face. There in front of me was the roadhouse. The same roadhouse that i stopped at for a sandwich that ultimately led me to meeting the cop. "Go in faggot." Sir ordered with an evil grin that i saw more and more as the years went by. "But Sir, i naked!." This objection led to a hard slap. Sir just stared at me. He wasn't going to even acknowledge my misstep with words. i started to walk into the bar. Sir did not follow. i was alone, naked and scared of what was going to happen to me. When i opened the door, i saw them. i saw the men that raped me. "Well, well, well. If it isn't our little faggot. Hey, Bill, remember our little whore?" "Yeah. He had a sweet ass. Come over here faggot. Let's have a look at you." i walked over to the table. They were playing cards. i stood there as Bill rubbed his calloused hands up and down my thigh. i started to get hard. Bill slapped my cock and said, "Not yet, faggot. We're playing cards. Get down under the table. I need to take a leak." i got on my knees. Bill opened his pants pulling out his big cock and balls. Before i could get myself in position with my mouth around his cock, he started to piss. He purposely was pissing on the floor and all over me. He didn't even want me to take it directly. "Hey, faggot. you spilled. Lick that piss off my boots." i cleaned his boots fervently. i may have been scared, but i was more turned on. "Good faggot. Now lie down on the floor until we need you again." This, of course, meant lying in the piss. Eventually, the other three pulled their cocks out pissing on me. No wonder this place smelled of piss as it soaked into the wood floor. When the game was over, the ringleader kicked me. "Ok faggot. Come out. We need some entertainment." i crawled out soaked in piss. The ringleader grabbed my arm taking me over to a table. He forced me down on my chest over the top of the table; my butt over the side in position for fucking. His two henchmen from before took my arms handcuffing my wrists to the table legs. Bill took his belt looping it around my neck. Ringleader took off his shirt, dropped his pants and immediately plowed into my anticipating pussy. He took the end of Bill's belt in his hand to hold onto while he rode me. This caused my neck to be pulled back enough so that Bill could stick his cock in my mouth. i was very scared because i thought they could get crazy and accidentally choke me. Ringleader shot a massive load up my cunt slapping my ass and sides of my torso as he came. Once he calmed down, he didn't pull out. Eventually, I felt the warmth of his manly piss washing out the insides of my whore self. All four fucked me and pissed in my pussy. When they were done, Bill unlocked the handcuffs and helped me to my feet. As i stood, more piss dripped out of my gaping hole. i could barely stand, but none of them were going to help me. "That will be all, faggot. your Master's waiting. What do you say to us, queer?" "Thank you, Sirs." "That's right. you better be grateful we were so lenient toward you, you disgusting whore. Get the fuck out of our faces." i wobbled toward the door. Master's was sitting on the front porch in a chair. "Happy Anniversary, faggot." He reached in his pocket pushing the button to open the trunk. i walked over to the car climbing inside before Sir slammed the lid. The car didn't start right away so i knew he went in to be with the bikers again. How did he know these guys? This used to be his police district. Why would he arrange such a thing with them? None of this added up. It was my first hint, that i didn't take, that not everything was kosher with the cop. There was this adult theater way out in the middle of nowhere Master would take me to. It was a flat rate admission to both the theaters (one straight, one gay) and the viewing booths. The second we were inside the door, i stripped. Master would even take my shoes or sandals. i was then required to get on my hands and knees. Under no circumstance could i stand until it was time to leave. Some of the straight guys couldn't believe there was this naked faggot crawling around the filthy carpet of this theater looking to suck cock. That didn't mean they didn't partake of my mouth, they just couldn't believe their eyes. This was another example of things not adding up. How did i get by with being naked like that in a bookstore. Sure the authorities turned a cheek towards the obvious sucking cock going on there, but blatant nudity and sex as if in a gay bathhouse just felt odd. Master's instruction were i could never say no to any man who wanted my mouth or ass regardless of how ugly or disgusting some troll might be. Sir told me that it was good karma for when i was an old desperate troll. Sir would leave me and go watch porn. He could usually be found stroking his cock watching the straight porn. He told me he liked to see the women submit to the hot studs. He said that straight porn has a strong s&m element to it even if the sex performed was vanilla. The women were always subservient to the men. They always got a cum facial or cum pussy blast for the money shot. The guys all look good and clean; while the women many times looked skanky. Sir took me on several vacations to the sleaziest cities in the world; Berlin, Amsterdam, New York, San Francisco, Montreal. These trips were all prearranged with men he was in communication with. On those trips, most everything happened to me. i would be bound and gagged for hours at a time. i would be gang raped. i would be whipped. i would be tied up naked in the middle of a bar to be used as the urinal for hours. On a trip to Montreal he took me to one of the bathhouses and left me until i ingested cum from one hundred different men. The sick thing about it was that Master never participated. He liked to watch me suffer at the hands of others. He would masturbate and cum as i screamed and pleaded for mercy. Once Sir took me to an SMBD camping event. i took my clothes off in the parking lot at the rental car agency at the airport. Not inside the car; standing by the car. i was naked as we exited the check out point when Sir gave the attendant his license and contract. i bowed my head and silently cried. Humiliation was par for the course, but it was always worse in front of people who wouldn't understand. i never wore any clothes for the entire festival. One good thing for me during these experiences was meeting other slaves. we slaves rarely were allowed to speak to each other, but the fact that i was not the only one in the world experiencing this hell was somehow comforting. It was interesting to see the various stages of succumming in each slave. Some slaves still had some fight left in them. i would see them being whipped for disapplinary reasons. my fight was 98% gone now and i was happy about that. Some slaves were farther along than even myself. These slaves were technically not slaves any more. Their status was down to being an animal or a simple object. At the stage of object, i could see there was little functionality left in the former human being. objects tended to need more care and had lost their ability to serve. A slave's purpose is service meaning taking care of Master's every whim and desire beyond sexual. That was what i was. objects had lost that. objects only understood sex, eating, drinking, pissing, shitting, bathing and sleep. At this level, objects were a lot of work for a Master unless the Master had a slave that would handle the object's care. Sir enjoyed seeing me with other slaves. He would usually arrange a time when i would have sex with another slave and Sir would watch. He liked to see us kiss and make love as if we were normal men. Of course, since i and another slave was incapable of a dominate act, what Master saw was two cunts bumping pussies swapping spit and fighting for the bottom. When the camp was over i was a mess. My body was caked in dirt and sweat. There was cum and piss in my hair and face. Master said, "Let's go faggot." i objected, "But, Sir, i can't go on a plane like this. i have to clean up." Master slapped me across the face for balking and stated, "you aren't going home on a plane, faggot. you are going home on a bus. i want you to sit in your filth for a few days. Several days of public humiliation will continue to teach you what scum you are." We drove to the bus station. i put my traveling clothes on over the stench and grim of my body. He handed me a ticket and some cash for food telling me he would pick me up when i got home. i got out of the car and he drove away. The bus driver looked at me with disgust as i boarded. i prayed that i could just sit in the back and that the bus would never get too full. The humiliation and shame was almost unbearable. i thought many times about getting off the bus at the next city, going to a homeless shelter and starting my life over. It was the closest i ever came to leaving the cop since my birthday lunch with Rick. it would have been simple. i could go to a shelter, get cleaned up, wash my clothes, call my attorney and tell him i needed money from the trust. The trust was set up for such an emergency. Yet, i didn't. i didn't even go to the rest room and wash my face and hair in the sink, which a normal person would have done. i knew Master wanted me to look the same upon arrival back home. There would be severe punishment for attempting to clean myself up. my Master's power over me was that great. my self-worth was gone. i didn't feel i had the mental wherewithal any more. i'm not sure that if i had gotten off the bus i would even had the conceptual aptitude to work at the baths. Master knew that and he was right. i rode home on that bus smelling worse than a homeless person all the way to my stop. The cop was there. It was night and naturally i went the rest of the way in the trunk because Sir didn't want his upholstery soiled. After that experience, my mental capacities started to falter fast. i could do the basics, clean the house, cook, shop for food and go to the gym because those tasks were so habitual they did not require thought. i didn't talk much anymore and i rarely smiled. Whatever ounce i could gather when required to go to a public function, would leave me drained for days. Sir never took me to more than one a week because he knew that i couldn't handle the stress of the outside world. Sir had destroyed one of the things that he liked and wanted from me; my intellect, outgoing charm and ability to be seen as a good husband to his friends and colleagues. Why did he do that? Sir's timing was always perfect and this next experience was no exception. With my psychological decline, he changed the stakes of our relationship once again. Master was never one to give me warning. One evening at dinner he announced, "Faggot, I am going to retire from the force tomorrow. There will be a party given in my honor. you are, of course, part of that. The nice thing about that for you is your public appearances will be coming to a close. I know that you are having a lot of trouble with that part of our life together so I will be relieving you of those duties shortly. I listed the house today and we will be moving back to my acreage in the country where I was living when we originally met twenty years ago." Sir had never told me he still had his place in the country. i had always assumed he had sold it for the down payment on this house in the city. This led me to realize that financially things were not adding up. How could he have afforded to purchase this house without using a prior investment for the down payment? How did he support me all these years without asking me to work for money contributing to the operation of our lifestyle? How did we take those expensive slut trips around the world? A sense of dread started to overcome me with these thoughts. Unfortunately, by this time my mind was not what it used to be and i could not focus long on this revelation. my mind went back to being the obedient slave not questioning my Master. "Starting tomorrow, you will be dressed nicely during the day in this house in case someone wants to see it. The house listing instructions are `enter at any time'. This will get the house sold faster. This means you will always keep the place spotless and yourself presentable and not naked. I threw your doggy bed out in the trash this morning. We don't need to have anyone question that. You will sleep with me every night until we move out." i wanted to heave the dinner at the wall i was so mad at him. He threw out my doggy bed! That bed meant a lot to me! It was my last comfort in the insane world Master had created. The only thing i said to him, though, was "Yes Sir." "Good. Now suck my cock, faggot. I've had a long day." i thought to myself, `You've had a long day?' There was a little bit of the old fire of my prior character rise up; that 2% still left. i had not felt that much upset and irritation in years. i quickly pushed that 2% of self down because feeling it made me too uncomfortable. i was used to being numb now. It was better for a faggot to be numb. Sir had drummed my feelings out of me. i was much more a slave than a human being now. i'm surprised i could function at all in public. The next day was the party. i met him downtown. We had a lovely evening and i got to see a lot of people i hadn't seen in a while. it was sad to know i would never see any of these people again. Within a week, a cash offer came in on the house. Once the cash was in escrow, the movers came to pack. Next morning i watched my entire world loaded by strange men onto a truck. When it was done Sir said, "Get in the car, faggot. We're leaving." i didn't even get to walk through the house one last time to say goodbye. Everyone walks through their former home to say goodbye. That hurt deeply. i sat in the passenger seat as we sped out of town. i thought i would start crying at any moment, but i was dazed. There were no tears. Sir had taken away another piece of the life i thought i would have forever. He always had a way of doing that ever since that breakfast so many years ago after my shift at the baths. When we arrived at the new house he told me to go inside and instruct the movers where to put everything. Within two hours, the furniture was in place, there were boxes everywhere and the movers left. "Faggot, come out to the barn." Sir ordered. "Yes Sir." When he opened the door, i looked around. There were torture devices all over. i may have had difficulty thinking, but i knew that the days of just psychological torture were over. He was going to physically abuse me now. "Stand over there in front of the mirror, faggot." "Yes, Sir." ----------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I appreciate hearing from you guys. I attempt to respond to each email within two days. Many times our conversations shape the upcoming storyline. Thank you. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com