The Slow Destruction of Jonathan

By moc.liamg@pohswpj

Published on Mar 19, 2023

Gay

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THE SLOW DESTRUCTION OF JONATHAN - Part 11

"Come on, let's get out of here and go to lunch", Alex said to Jonathan "it's too depressing around here." Jonathan was still in a state of shock. They jumped in the still ravaged BMW and took off. The problem was that Alex didn't have any money either. He couldn't access Jonathan's paycheck, and had little money and no credit cards. Julie pulled all the strings now.

Alex reminisced about his black harness boots that Jonathan had ruined and then lost. They were hot boots, they proved his strength, and brought him a lot of pussy. Alex said that women liked a macho man in boots. He had seen a pair of boots in the window of the western supply store in town that he really liked. They were Lucchese Chocolate Caiman Alligator boots that sold for $3000. Alex had no appreciation or concept of fine boots or clothing, but he knew what he liked, and he really liked those boots. He couldn't get them out of his mind. They would surely guarantee him some strange pussy next time Julie refused to put out.

Alex remembered Julie talking about her desire to remodel the first-floor room of their house which was currently Jonathan's home office and the little wheels in his head began to turn. Jonathan would be spending all his time in the basement now and had no need for an office. Alex called her (from Jonathan's cell phone) to confirm her plans. She said yes, in fact the decorator was coming over tomorrow to look at the room. She would be turning the masculine styled office into a more feminine styled sitting room. He said that he would be more than happy to help her clear some things out of there to prepare the room. She said, "What a great idea, thank you for being so considerate and thoughtful.

"Come on bitch, we're going", Alex yelled at Jonathan who was still in a daze. They quickly arrived at Jonathan and Julies house. Alex was on a mission. They walked into the kitchen and Jonathan just stood there. Alex yelled at him, "What the fuck are you doing?" Jonathan sheepishly and instinctively stripped out of his clothes and ran and retrieved his leather collar. He knew that this was his required uniform in the house. Alex nodded approval.

He took Jonathan into the office and quickly went to work dismantling everything that Jonathan had worked so hard to build. He grabbed his laptop computer and accessories and told him to take them to the car and put them in the trunk. The garage door was up and anyone driving by could see that Jonathan was naked, so he moved very quickly. When Jonathan came back be had his desktop server wrapped and ready to go. Followed by his Hi-Def monitor, the top of the line printer, X box One, and the two-line home office phone system. He pulled the 55inch 4K curved tv off the wall and had it ready to go. Alex was barking orders and Jonathan was running back and forth so fast that he didn't realize what he was doing. There was the two-thousand-dollar Sterling Silver desk lamp and the Tiffany lamp over on the side table. He even pulled one of the pieces of original art off the wall and when Jonathan told him there was no more room in the trunk, he called him an idiot and told him to put it on the back seat. He wanted to make sure that he had enough cash to execute his plan, so he grabbed the Swarovski crystal figurines out of the curio and threw them in a grocery bag. The office, just like its owner, had been stripped of all its valuables. Reality hit Jonathan as he stood naked in the bare room. He knew he needed to put a stop to this madness, but he could not figure a way out. He started to cry but was quickly ordered to get dressed and off they went to the other side of town, again.

The proprietor of the shop was excited to see Alex again. He was an easy mark, since he didn't know or care about the value of the items. Alex had Jonathan unload the car, piece by piece. The proprietor got very excited when he saw the value of the goods coming in. He was not used to seeing this high quality. Jonathan lined up each of the items along the long counter so that they could be inspected. He was crushed as he looked at his possessions lined up in a row and on the verge of being given away. The proprietor went down the line with his pad taking notes. Finally, he spoke to Alex and said $2800, final offer. Well, that wasn't going to work. Alex needed $3000. Alex's mind was racing. What could he say to the man that would make him increase his offer. As he looked down he noticed the Balenciaga trainers on Jonathan's feet. "Put those up here", Alex demanded. Jonathan was shocked but dutiful responded and pulled the shoes off his feet and put them on the counter. Jonathan looked around to see if any of the half dozen people in the shop were looking at him. The proprietor got wide eyed, as he knew the value of the Balenciaga Triple S trainers in pristine condition, but he played hard to get. He told Alex that he wasn't making any money on the transaction, but he liked working with him. Wait a minute, there was another problem. There would be sales tax on the boots. Alex looked Jonathan up and down and quickly realized he had nothing worth the $150 he needed. The proprietor nodded towards Alex's wrists and he soon realized what he wanted. Alex removed the Tiffany 18K Gold Knotted Cufflinks from his shirt and put them on the counter. The man gave Alex the $3150 that he requested. The cuff links alone were worth that much. Jonathan knew it, but didn't say a word. Alex and Jonathan turned to leave, and Alex said, "Shit, this stupid ass doesn't have any shoes". He turned towards the proprietor, but the proprietor motioned that he was done. He was not going to give Alex another cent. OK, twenty-five dollars for personal services, that was all they needed. That got the proprietors attention. He motioned for Jonathan to come around to his side of the counter. He stood there while Jonathan got down on his knees behind the counter next to the man. The 6 other customers were milling about the store, but that didn't stop Jonathan from lowering the man's zipper and allowing his big black cock to flop out and hit him in the face. The proprietor stood there and smiled at his customers while the white boy sucked his dick. He had fucked both boys good and now this one was going to get him off. Life was good. It didn't take long for him to shoot his load down Jonathan's throat. Being the good little whore that Jonathan was, he gulped it down with gusto. So, the man gave him the $25 and they headed out the door. He assumed they were both faggots, one was a barefooted cock sucker and the other was a fancy dressed bull shitter who was dumb as a rock.

Jonathan stepped lightly as he walked out of the store and across the parking lot. His tender feet had always been covered by fancy shoes or at least sandals. He didn't think he could get used to walking this way. Little did he know that his days of wearing shoes in public were numbered. Alex drove to the western supply store and sure enough, the boots of his dreams were still in the window. He and Alex entered the store, the two of them made quite an impression. They got out of a beautiful new car that had been beat to shit and one of them looked finely dressed with exquisite taste and plenty of money, and the other one looked like a street hustler with cheap clothes, shaved head, earring and no shoes or socks. Quite the impression. Alex asked for the boots in size 12 and the clerk went to retrieve them. He sat in the chair and the clerk offered assistance, but Alex declined, saying his friend would help him. Sure enough, Jonathan sat down on the floor and pulled the black boots off Alex's feet. He opened the box and unwrapped each boot and then pulled them up and on to Alex's feet. Alex stood up and walked around. He whistled and said that these were the finest boots he had ever seen. "We'll take them," he exclaimed. Jonathan pulled the boots off, put them back in the box, and replaced them with the Tom Ford boots. The clerk could not resist making a comment, "Looks to me like your associate here is the one who needs the boots". Alex assured him that he was very comfortable like that. He lied when he said Jonathan had plenty of shoes, he just didn't like wearing them. They all had a good laugh (except for Jonathan), and Alex and Jonathan were out the door.

They were headed back to the office but had one more stop. They had to swing by Goodwill to get Jonathan a pair of shoes to wear to work. They parked the car and headed towards the door. There were two street thugs leaning up against the building and one of them said, "I'll flip you for them". Alex said, "What did you say"? The taller of the two men pointed to the smoking hot Tom Ford black dress boots on Alex's feet and said "I'll flip you for those boots you are wearing. Alex said, "And what do I get"? The thug said if you win you get my leather jacket, he paused when Alex showed no interest, and then added and my friend here's Air Jordan's for your buddy that's not wearing any shoes. The thug's friend protested, but he quickly shut him down. Alex was trying to quickly assess the situation. The little wheels in his brain were once again spinning as he tried to decide. If Alex won, he would get the leather jacket and a pair of shoes for fuck head. He could keep the $25 to add to his weed stash which was getting a little low. He was smarter than these two thugs. It was a no brainer. Jonathan pleaded with him, "Don't do it. It's not worth it". Alex stepped forward and said. "Let's do this" The thug with the big mouth pulled out a quarter and tossed it about 8 feet in the air. As it was going around and around, he asked Alex to call it. Alex called out HEADS, as the quarter came firmly down on the sidewalk and landed on TAILS. The two thugs were jubilant and called out to Alex, "Pay up bitch". Alex had no intentions of honoring his bet. He turned to walk back to the car and was planning to leave. The two thugs ran up to him, grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him behind the dumpster next door. One of them cracked an empty beer bottle over his head and Alex fell to the ground. One of them called him a "Cheating Mutha Fucker", and reached down and pulled his left leg up in the air and easily slipped the boot off his foot and then decided to take the sock too. He did the same to the right leg. First the boot, then the sock. They turned his pockets inside out, looking for valuables. They found his bag of pot. They took Jonathan's cell phone that Alex was carrying. In the suit jacket they found the Cartier Sunglasses and the tall one put them on. About that time someone was bringing a bag of trash to the dumpster, so the two thugs turned around and ran right past Jonathan, "What you gonna do about it, bitch?" And in an instant, they were gone. And so was Jonathan's beloved Tom Ford boots, his cell phone and his sunglasses. It could have been a lot worse if they had stayed there longer. Jonathan helped Alex to his feet. He was angry and spitting profanities. He was trying to figure out what was taken. The suit he was wearing was rumpled, dirty and one of the pockets was torn from them trying to get the phone out. And worse, he was standing on the sidewalk in his bare feet. He was not a bitch boy. He could not be seen like this. At least he had another pair of boots in the car.

Alex told Jonathan to go buy his shoes. At least Jonathan had the money in his pocket and the thugs didn't get it. There was a diverse clientele shopping in the Goodwill Store. Almost every one of them took one look at Jonathan and thought to themselves, "white trash". Jonathan went to the mens shoes and there on the rack he saw a beautiful pair of Brooks Brothers Brogues Cap toe shoes. They were a little worn and not necessarily his style, but he could live with them. A little polish and they would be close to perfect. He flipped them over and they were size 12 - his size. Now he was excited. He looked at the price and they were $35. He instantly fell from his high when he realized he couldn't afford them. My how far he had fallen. Jonathan put them back on the shelf. He couldn't believe that he didn't have enough money to buy a pair of used shoes. He looked and looked and there was nothing that was acceptable to him. His only real choice was a pair of black leather Army combat boots that had seen better days. They were well worn, but at least they had a high gloss shine on them, and besides it was the only pair that Jonathan could afford. He still didn't have any socks to his name so maybe these were a better choice. He quickly paid the cashier and ran to the car.

Alex approved of Jonathan's choice. He said he was finally learning something. Jonathan was relieved to have something to wear on his feet as he put his new (but old) boots on and back to the office they headed. He was very self-conscious about not having shoes on in public, so he made a point to take care of his new boots. He still had a tinge of self-respect and did not want to be seen barefoot in public again.

Next: Chapter 12


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