Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2013 14:02:43 -0800 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Downward Spiral of Jim; Chapter 7; Story codes: M, MM, bd, sm, exhibt 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 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 ----------------------------------- Story codes: M, MM, bd, sm, exhib The Downward Spiral of Jim – Chapter Seven The night was busy at the baths. The rooms were full by 6 PM and stayed that way until dawn. I worked my tail off cleaning up after the sluts. As if, I'm one to talk. Morning broke. It was time to clean the sauna and bathrooms, a job that I hated. The day crew showed up on time – a miracle in itself and I was out the door at precisely 7 AM. There stood the cop, all 5'10", 220 lbs. of coercion. He gave me a wry smile and said, "Come with me faggot." We walked down the street to a local greasy spoon. I briefly thought about what my old life was like on Sundays, waking up naked with my beautiful David, taking the dogs for long walks, going to brunch with friends at some fabulous new place experiencing the best in gourmet cuisine the city had to offer. On warm days, we would take extended drives to the country in the convertible. Now I was having breakfast with the most menacing person I had ever met, eating grease with eggs and buttered cold toast. Regardless, I ate. I was hungry. "So faggot. Interesting life, you are leading, long way from the corporate world and your pretty boyfriend. How's it feel?" The cop chided. "Sir, may I speak frankly?" "Yes fag." "My life is alright. The job is hard, but it pays enough for my shelter and food. The owners take good care of me because I know how to work unlike many of their employees. I don't have the fancy lover, the beautiful house, the great job, the cool cars, the dogs, or any friends. But, I do have a certain freedom that I never had before." "Interesting." He said with an undertone of smirk. I became bold and asked as directly as I ever could to such a man, "Why am I here with you? You treat me like dirt. You call me faggot and queer. I am scared to death of you." "You tell me." The cop responded. I hesitated. He had called my bluff. "Well Sir, you are incredibly hot. I fanaticized about you often over the past few years. I dream about the time I sucked you off and you pissed on me. I make believe I'm your slave. You whip me daily and put me in a cage only to be let out for the purpose of your abuse. By the way, you are hotter today than ever, Sir" "Thank you fag. That helps me with what I want to propose to you." "Sir, why do you always call me "fag"? You are gay too." "Because you are you little queer boy. Your purpose in life is to serve men. Even in your current job, you do everything for other men. I know I am gay, but I'm a top man. I am an alpha male. Not that bottoms aren't gay, but you are not just a bottom. You are a little slut whore who likes to be dominated by strong men." "Yes Sir. I understand." "Enough with the questions fag boy. Now I am going to propose to you. I need a fag. I need a service boy. I need a slave. My life is very busy these days and I need someone to take care of the shit part of life. I also want a regular hole to take my frustrations out on. The reason that I want you is because you are an educated individual who can handle himself well in proper society. It would look good for my career to have an intelligent man by my side at the political functions of my job. You will get free room and board. You won't have to work at that shitty bathhouse anymore. I will also make sure that you take care of yourself physically by getting you back to the gym and being feed properly. You obviously haven't been eating well for a long time. Nevertheless, you will be my slave 24/7. No time off. Your focus will always be on taking care of my needs. That also means no outside sex unless I'm in control of it. You will have to give up your slutty ways that led to you sitting in front of me in this diner in the first place. If you fuck up with outside sex, I will throw you out on the street with nothing, not even clothes. That said you will have a roof over your head. You will have all the food you require. The only thing you must do is turn your life over to me." The cop continued, "Interested? And, before you answer, I want to make one thing clear. Your stupid little fantasy of a daily whipping and living in a cell for my use is the stuff of cheap porn fiction you read on the Internet while jacking off. Writers like that make me sick. Whipping someone is taking the easy way. Fucking with their mind is the way to total submission of a cocksucking bitch whore like you." I had to think about it for a moment. Free room and board. I wouldn't have to work at the bathhouse. I could workout with this hot man. I could get my body back to looking good. I could eat better. I wouldn't be spending any of my money in my trust. How bad could it be? I ignored the statement about fucking with my mind. I didn't want to hear that. That's the declaration I should have paid the most attention to. When will I learn about denial? I said the cop, "I promise to not have outside sex, but what if you don't like me and throw me out?" The cop rolled his eyes slightly annoyed, "I may be an alpha male and you may be a pig fag whore, but I'm not a complete asshole. If it doesn't work out after a year, I vow to set you back up in a little apartment like you have now and get you a proper job. I can pull some strings and have an employer overlook your criminal record." I thought about it for a little while longer. "What's it going to be faggot? Bathhouse or my house?" The cop said impatiently. "I will come with you, Sir." I said with more conviction than any statement I had made in years. "Good. We will walk back to the bathhouse and you will go in and resign. Then, we will go to your apartment and tell your landlord you are moving out immediately. You will tell him to keep the deposit and your personal effects." "What about my clothes?" "You won't be wearing any at home and we will get you some quality clothes for when you go out to take care of my business. It's obviously been a long time since you have entered a Brooks Brothers." The cop commented on my worn out rags I called clothes and with naming Brooks Brothers, he was reminding me of the prissy corporate guppy I used to be. "Let's go fag. We got a lot to do today." We walked back to the bathhouse. I went inside and told them I wasn't coming back. Then we went to my apartment. I picked up a jacket and my personal papers including the trust documents. I didn't even have a computer because I was really being careful with money. I met the landlord to give him the keys. We got in his car and went to his house. I didn't realize that he now lived in the city. I thought he still lived out in that rural district where I got in trouble. The cop had moved to the city for a better job and promotion. He was now a detective. No wonder he needed a wife to take care of the rest of his life. He worked a lot. We walked in the house and he immediately said, "Strip bitch." I did. "Follow me to the bathroom." He led me into the guest bathroom. He said. "Put this stuff all over your body from your neck down." I did as told. "Now stand there for five minutes." He walked out leaving the container on the counter. `Permanent hair removal.' I had just put permanent hair removal cream all over my body. When he came back, he started wiping me down with paper towels. The hair was coming off completely. "I assume you read the label." The cop asked. "Yes Sir." "I want my bitch hairless. You will use this daily for a few weeks. Afterwards, you will never grow hair again. And, if you don't behave and do as you are told, I will do your scalp as well. Got it?" "Yes Sir." "Get in the shower and clean up. Meet me in the living room for a tour of the house in five minutes." I quickly showered and dried racing into the living room on time. "Good. You will keep this place spotless, and I mean fucking spotless. I am going to let go of the service and you will be 100% responsible for cleaning, laundry, cooking, errands, shopping... You are going to make me a great bitch wife, faggot." "Yes Sir." I bowed me head. "Now come with me to the kitchen. You cook?" "Yes Sir. Some." "Well you better spend time teaching yourself respectable cooking technique. I want good food and good meals. Understand?" "Yes Sir." "Now, fix me some fucking lunch, queer!" The cop commanded and walked out of the kitchen. "Yes Sir." I served a nice lunch. It was so wonderful to be back in an abundant kitchen. It wasn't as great as the one I had with David, but it was well-equipped and there was plenty of food. We ate in silence other than he did complement me on the food. God, it was good to have a decent meal. "Good lunch fag. Now, go to the kitchen and clean it up. Then come to the bedroom. I want to fuck your cunt and take a nap." The cop left the table and went to the bedroom. I removed the dishes and got everything in the dishwasher. Then I raced to the bedroom. I was thrilled that he was going to fuck me. I had only sucked his magnificent cock and I wanted it in my pussy so bad. I walked in the bedroom. He was lying on the bed nude. It is the first time that I had seen him completely naked. Even at the bathhouse last night, he was wearing a towel. What a sight! The cop may be a jerk, but he was one handsome jerk. Laying there on the bed his chest mounds rested above ripped abs. He had the most beautiful areolas I had ever seen. I could have lived the rest of my life on the nourishment from those mammary glands. I could see why everything he wore was tailored. No clothes off the rack would come close to fitting this stud's body. The cops thighs would crush me with little effort on his part. His relaxed biceps looked like most bodybuilders flexed biceps. Wow. I had signed up for this! Thank you God. The cop got off the bed and ordered, "Lay face down on the bed with your pussy over the side. I don't want to have to touch you except for my cock in your cunt." Well, that hurt. I wanted to scream, `You know I do have feelings! I am a human being.' But, I kept my mouth shut. I reminded myself that I gave up being human on that fateful Thursday night at the gym when the bodybuilder released me from the shackles of a life I deep down inside hated. I lost my humanness when he put me on that shower floor, ordered me to suck him off, and then pissed all over me. I lost who I thought I was, but I gained who I am. I did as the cop said. I laid face down on the bed hanging my legs and cunt over the side. The cop grabbed some lube from the nightstand, slapped some on my hole and his monster cock before shoving it in me. I screamed some; however, my big man in prison had loosened my pussy to the point where pleasure was almost immediate. Moreover, what a thrill it was having the cop fuck me. I hadn't had a decent fuck since I left the joint and big man. I dreamed so many times about having this Alpha male fuck me and now I was his bitch. The Gods were on my side again. The cop fucked me hard. He made a lot of noise. He never touched me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him playing with his man nips the whole time he was in my cunt. He was actually making love to himself. Oh my fucking God, I was just a conduit to have a place for his cock. It was fitting. The cop showed me exactly what my role was. I was there for him. He was there for himself. He was not there for me, or so I thought at the time. The cop came in buckets. Even in orgasm, he never moved to touch my body. Most top men would collapse onto their fuckee and caress the partner tenderly with love and adoration. The cop did no such thing. He, instead, continued to touch his body, make love to his body, worship his body, adulate himself, venerate himself. I was a slave to a narcissist. When he pulled out, I didn't feel empty as a free bottom would naturally feel for his man. I was glad I had finally had the cop's dick up my pussy. I was glad to feel and know his hot jizz in my bowels. But, there was no reason to feel empty or lustful for this man and his cock. The cop was not my lover from some gay harlequin romance. The cop was my master. I was his slave. It was my cunt's duty to service him, nothing more. I gave up my freedom again at the greasy spoon earlier in the day. I was now to serve a superior being, just as I did with the bodybuilder, the straight man, the bikers, the rest area and big man. The cop gave the next order. "Go to the bathroom and get a wet towel to wipe off my cock. Pull down the sheets so I can lay down for a nap. You get on the floor at the foot of the bed in the doggy basket. Welcome to your new home faggot." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." ----------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. 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