Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2002 23:01:32 -0500
From: slavewriter <slavewriter@iamit.com>
Subject: office slave part five

"What are you?"
    "Sir I am a worthless pussy, Sir"
    I was almost there, and was stroking feverishly.
    "What are you?"
    "Sir, I'm a freak of nature, a woman with a cock. Sir"
     I kept stroking, John must have  realized what I was doing even though
he was staring at the floor. He kept replying to my question.
    "Sir, I am less than a faggot, I am less  faggot shit. Sir."
    "Sir. I am a nothing.  A slime, shit eating, virus that doesn't deserve
to exist, Sir"
     "Sir. I am a disgusting, stupid, puke breath faggot and I would be
honored if Sir would use me as a cum rag, Sir"
     With that I ejaculated. Some of the jism got in the faggots hair but
most landed on its tie. I grabbed the faggot by the hair and yanked its
head up and allowed its tie to fall down through an opening in the bed
spring. It reached the floor and I positioned the excess so that the fag
would have to look at it all night.
    Grabbing the faggots head I  wiped my cock on its hair and face. Not
even allowing it the pleasure of cleaning my cock with its mouth.
    "I want you to think about what a loser you are fag. Look at my cum
drying on your tie."
     I squatted down so I could whisper into its ear, but also so I could
reach its balls and slap them as I spoke.
    "You were going to suck ME?" Slap.
    "I was going to fuck a loser like you, Ha" Slap Slap.
      I blew the candle out and left John in the dark.

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Start Part Five Office Slave

    I awoke about 2:30 AM and immediately heard John grunting in the
adjacent room. As I walked into the room where John was shackled to the bed
spring I heard a louder grunt then the sound of the bedspring flexing. I
approached John from the side so he could not see me. The boys balls were
still secured by the bed spring and the spring lifted in the middle as he
tried to lift his body.
  What an asshole I thought. If he had been attempting to free himself all
night then his balls must be raw and inflamed. John strained against his
nature to pull his balls free then stopped and muttered something and then
lowered himself. Then he thrust his pelvis into the bed spring as if he
were fucking it. Very strange I thought until I got a little closer and
could see what the moron was doing.  One of the candles I had extinguished
and placed under bed spring was just within reach of his cock.
   As John lifted himself I could hear him say something under his breath -
whispering to himself. "Sir this useless faggot deserves to die, please sir
rip its nuts off." Then as he stained harder and lifted his body higher,
tugging at his balls harder he added in a strained voice "More pain sir.
Please."
  Then he lowered himself, dropping ontot he bedsprings so that it
depressed and his cock could just reach  what appeared to be a burned
candle. The little fucker.

  I didn't say a word as I sat quietly on the chair across from John. He
must of heard me sit because he quickly stopped and snapped to attention. I
watched as his cock throbbed a couple of times and realized how close he
was.
  There was a long silence. John was silent, I'm sure he wanted to say
something but was probably thinking that the second he opened his mouth I
would admonish him for doing so. I on the other sat patiently waiting for
John to speak so that I could jump down his throat for speaking out of
turn.
  The impasse went on for several minutes. The outcome was predestined.
Eventually John would speak, he had to. He knew something was coming, he
was the one under stress. His instinct to remain silent was countered by
and instinct to find out what was to happen.
  I silently waited and watched as John prepared to speak and then changed
his mind. I questioned my logic. I had been in the same situation as John
and each time I eventually broke down, each time I was punished for doing
so. I knew the punishment was coming and yet I spoke. John again prepared
to speak. He quickly licked his lips and took a small breath but hesitated.
His whole body was panting and heaving as he breathed - like a scared
rabbit.
  "Sir the faggot is sorreeeeee"
   He caught me off guard but I quickly reached under the bedspring and
with a flat hand slammed his balls against the weight of his body.
   "SHUT THE FUCK UP ASSHOLE" I put more pressure on his balls and then
released them. I picked the leather strap up from the floor where it had
fallen and quickly delivered  ten lashes. I watched as John absorbed the
pain and recovered. As he panted his dress shirt clung tight to his torso
and then relaxed. From this angle he has a perfect body - large shoulders
and a plump hard ass. As I waited for him to calm down I explored his body
- punched his gluts and slapped his delts pretty hard. I loved the sound
his body made when I hit it, like a hands clapping but louder.
  After a few minutes I released the shackles from Johns limbs and had him
get up and  place the mattress back on the bed spring. I reshackled him
face up, giving him a little slack.
    I placed the belt back on Johns body and was going to try to get some
sleep. I watched as the John panicked when the belt came near him, it
turned me on to have this power and realized I needed to fuck with this boy.
    First I decided to strip him. Using a scissors I removed Johns shirt,
piece by piece. His body was showing the signs of abuse, his skin glowed
red where he had been beaten, small balck and blues were starting to form,
nothing serious. I stopped when I noticed the brand of neckware  he was
wearing.
     "Is this real ?", I asked.
      When John told me that the tie was a genuine item I couldn't help but
feel sorry for having ruined it.  I caught myself just as I was about to
offer to pay for the damage but stopped.  Another awkward silence ensued,
again John broke the silence.
     "Sir, this maggot is honored that sir came on its pathetic faggot tie,
sir"
      I forced myself to focus, to remember the prime directive - break the
faggot. The faggot must be broken. I had to resist my attraction and
remember my objective. I left the tie but removed the rest of Johns
clothing. I cut  the last fragments of his trousers free and then showed
John his new best friend a well worn beat up  7 inch dildo that was of
medium thickness.
     "This is what you are faggot. A piece of sexual equipment. A slab of
meat. Your greatest aspiration is that your body be acceptable to Master
Lawrence and that he use you once in a while."
   As I spoke I ran the head of the dildo up and down Johns chest and over
his abs.
   "You are of no consequence. No more than this dildo."
   My words were starting to get to him, I could see it in his face.
   I rapped his balls with the plastic phallic prop and John grimaced
slightly. I hit him again harder and he hissed as his lost his breath from
the pain.
   "Your pain does not matter  because you are nothing.  What matters is
that someone  enjoys watching you suffer."

    I spat on the dirty head of the dildo and pressed the head of the sex
toy to John mouth. For a second he resisted but then opened his mouth wide
to accept the dildo. But I only used his mouth to add some more saliva.
   Using a thick black magic marker I marked a line about 4 inches from the
tip of the dildo and informed John that this was his limit. I told him I
wanted him to only take four inches of the dildo into him and that I had a
reward if he succeeded.
   John stared at the dildo with trepidation. I'm not sure he was ready for
it. Lifting him by his cock as high as he would go I reached under him with
the old dildo and  found his hole. I  inserted the head of the dildo and
forced it until the head was fully inserted. Slowly John lowered his body -
his  back quickly arched back up when the dildo hit. The shock showed in
his face. The dildo stuck out Johns ass 10 inches but I had placed a small
carry-on suitcase under Johns ass. The net effect was that John could lower
himself very little from his maximum height without the dildo hitting the
hard surface of the suitcase.
      As John lowered himself again I noticed that with the case laying
flat on the bed John was able to put considerable weight on the plastic
cock before it would slide into him further. I adjusted the case so that is
was more perpendicular to the dildo. I pushed down on Johns stomach until
the ancient cock-toy just touched the suit case. I pushed a little harder
and now the dildo entered Johns anus while supported none of his weight. In
order to keep the dildo from entering too far John had to keep himself
suspended, bent over backwards.
    The strain on his muscles began to produce a perspiration sheen on
Johns torso which highlighted his physique. I stood back and admired. I
watched for awhile as John tried to maintain the position, despite a heroic
effort the dildo inched its way deeper and deeper into Johns behind. John
adjusted himseld and grabbed the sides of the bed frame - this gave him an
anchor to prevent his hands from slipping. The dildo was half way to the 4"
mark but now John held steady.
    I teased his cock and told him not to let me down or he'd be punished.
I left the room - turning off the lights so that John suffered in darkness.
I tried to return to sleep but my conscience wouldn't let me. It was about
3:15 when I heard a loud moan and went to check on John.
   To my surprise the dildo had not reached its mark, John had about
another inch to go. Judging from Johns condition it wouldn't be long though
-his face was bright red, sweat dripped from his body, his neck was almost
as red as his face and covered in perspiration, his cock was semi rigid
laying on his drenched stomach. His eyes were fixed on a spot on the wall.
His entire body trembled. As I entered the room he shifted his weight
slightly. Taking a deep breath, trying to give some of his muscles a break.
  I grabbed his penis and stroked it lightly.
  "I think you should hold this position for another hour."
  "Yes sir" he gulped. It had been only ten or fifteen minutes but he had
no way of knowing.
   "Need a break faggot?" I asked with sincerity.
   John eyes looked at me questioning - "Yes sir"
   "Tough."
   I think that crushed Johns spirits a little because his body relaxed and
realized but it was too late he had lost another quarter of and inch.
   "Almost faggot, almost." I stroked his now hard cock more, "You can take
a lot of shit can't you fag?"
   "Sir, yes sir"
    I continued stroking his cock , stopped and tweaked a nipple and then
went back to his cock.
   "You think you can take whatever I dish out huh?"
   "Sir, no sir. Sir I am a pathetic piece of dog shit, sir. I am meat for
sir to use. Nothing more."
  "You are a cocky mother fucker. Think you can take it huh?" with that I
pinched his left nipple so hard I was sure I would draw blood. John arched
his back and moaned loudly.
   When I released his nipple John sank, he sank a little too far forcing
the dildo to enter his ass another fraction of an  inch. Now the black line
was actually up in his ass cheek.
    John expression told me his ass was aching. I decided to play with him
a little. I ran my hand over his exposed chest and gently over his left
nipple.
   "You are one sexy mother fucker boy."
   "Sir, thank you sir"
   "I lowered my face to his chest and licked his left nipple once. I then
rubbed my saliva into his nipple with my thumb. Staring into his eyes. I
continued to stroke John sweat soaked torso. Runinng my hand from his chest
to his crotch. Then with both I gripped his  neck lightly, his adams apple
pulsed with fear or excitement. I was totally enthralled with the power I
had. This man's life was in my hands. I gripped his throat a little
tighter. There was a mild panic. I could choke this piece of shit and there
was nothing he could do about it. My cock raged at the power I held. The
more I thought about what I could do to John beautiful body the more
excited I became - luckily I'm a rational person and I released John throat
and stroked his niplles some more.
   "Boy. If you can hold the position for another ten, I'm going to fuck
you."
    John face lit up, a surge of strength pumped into his arms. His ass
rose even higher from the bed. I slathered some of the perspiration from
Johns body, running my hand over his chest and stroking his cock, then I
placed my hand at his mouth.
    "That's it boy lick it up. I can't wait to rip that piece of shit out
of you and give you the real thing, You sexy fucker."
    Running my hands over his biceps I admired his physique and told him
so. I stroked his cock and his ego to the point of explosion.  I told him
again how sexy he was and how madly I was going to fuck him.
    After several minutes of stimulation John started thrusting his pelvis.
I encouraged him more.
   "Come on boy,  hold on, I need to fuck a real man, " I half  whispered
to him as I waxed his torso with my hands, "Hold on boy, I have to fuck
you, you're so fucking hot."
   "You want me to fuck you?"
   "Sir YES Sir"
    "You want it bad ?"
    "SIR YESSIR"
      John thrust high into the air and on the rebound pushed the plastic
dick into his ass almost all the way.
  Immediately I stopped and moved away from John.  John realized what had
happened,
  With my hands folded in front of me I looked down at the pig.
  Demoralized John could barely hold himself up any longer. And there was
no reason to. The dildo struck the case and entered John some more.
   "That's it loser, take that rod up your faggot ass. Take the whole
fucking thing CUNT. You have less than a quarter inch to go. Take some
more, cause when you hit that line its over pussy. I'm going to beat the
cockiness out of you - LOSER."
    Johns face showed his dismay, when the word loser hit him tears welled
in his eyes, he lowered himself until the dildo hit and then pushed back
up- but without much gusto. As if it didn't matter.
    I grabbed the dildo and wiggled it.
   "Take it like the faggot loser you are."
   John was struggling now to maintain his height.
   "You think you're better than me faggot?"
   "Sir no Sir. Sir I am a pant load Sir. I am faggot Sir. Sir please beat
the fuck out of me Sir"

  I picked up the leather belt and doubled it over.
   John nearly fainted - panic was everywhere on his face.
   I placed the belt on his cock gently then pulled off slowly.
   His eye widened further, I knew exactly what he was thinking - that I
wouldn't dare beat him.  In an angry voiced I ask him if he thought he was
tough enough to hold the position while I used the belt on him. I must
admit I was quite astonished after a couple of seconds delay in which he
braced his body for the onslaught John simply said "Yes".
   Immediately I swung the belt, the first lash landed directly on John
cockhead. Instantly John collapsed, trying to curl up, and let out a deep
painful moan. The next lashes were less effective as John thrashed to get
away from the pain. Each of these blows brought a quick reaction, John
yanked at his bonds trying to get away from the belt.  I finally had to
reach in, grab his cock and lift it to expose his balls which I gave two
brutal lashes.
   John was done. He lay there panting in his bonds. This battle was won,
John close to tears, he moaned slightly: "oh ... oh my balls.... oh fuck
that fucks... its hurt...it hurts..."
   I told him to shut up.
   But the pain wouldn't allow him. I ridiculed him for being a pussy and
went to bed. I was happy. I knew that Larry would be satisfied with my
effort.
    I told John to shut up or I would beat him again. He was silent. In
pain but silent.