The Slow Destruction of Jonathan

By moc.liamg@pohswpj

Published on Apr 9, 2023

Gay

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THE SLOW DESTRUCTION OF JONATHAN - Part 14

The next day Jonathan and Alex were sitting in their side by side cubicles. Alex was working on his accounts, racking up more and more sales. Jonathan did not have much to do, most of his better accounts had been pilfered by Alex. He was only left with the high maintenance, low margin accounts. The company was still in the midst of a nationwide search for a sales manager, so they really didn't have a supervisor at the time.

They both looked up at the same time, to see two athletic men in cheap suits and mirrored sunglasses enter the office and ask a co-worker a question. They pointed towards the cubicles in the back. The men were soon standing in front of Jonathan. They asked him if he was Jonathan Goodwin. Jonathan smiled at the men and said that yes indeed that was him. They asked him to stand up. He was shoved against the wall. His arms were jerked behind and he soon felt the cold steel metal of the handcuffs. Jonathan was flabbergasted. One of the men roughly kicked the black army boots apart and forced Jonathan to spread his legs. He was roughly frisked; the detective cringed when he felt the cage on Jonathan's cock and the nipple ring on his chest.

Jonathan was finally able to get a word out and demanded to know what was happening. One of the detectives told him that he was under arrest for the murder of James Robinson. Jonathan thought to himself, "Who the hell is James Robinson"? The other detective continued, "Don't deny it. We found your abandoned car in the woods. Your money clip was in his pocket. Your leather jacket was nearby. We will conduct a test to prove that it was your DNA that was found on his penis. It then occurred to Jonathan the two detectives were talking about Big Black. But he had not seen or heard from Big Black since that fateful day and had no idea what the detectives were talking about. He was being read his rights as co-workers pulled out their cell phones and took pictures and videos of him being arrested. Jonathan was pulled through the office, into the lobby and out the front door as everyone stood up from their desk to watch what was happening. He was quickly whisked off to central booking.

In a windowless room, a sheriff barked an order for Jonathan to STRIP. Jonathan balked demanding that he was innocent. The sheriff told him that he had 10 seconds to get naked. Jonathan admitted defeat and soon bent over, untied, and removed each of the combat boots. He stood up and removed the cheap suit jacket and handed it to the sheriff, who promptly threw it on the table. Jonathan removed his tie and his shirt and was soon bare chested. The sheriff took notice of the nipple piercing. He finally removed his pants and was standing butt naked before the Sherriff. Jonathan was instructed to remove the earring and nipple ring. The Sherriff noticed the cock cage and butt plug. He called out to his co- worker, "Hey Joe we got a live one here. Bring the bolt cutters". Jonathan was instructed to remove the butt plug and when he did, it made a loud slurpy pop. This couldn't get any worse.

Jonathan was issued an orange jump suit, rubber sandals and ironically, for the first time in a long time, Jonathan had a pair of socks, even if they were white. They were putting shackles on his wrists when the co-worker called out that the inventory paper work was incomplete. He told the sheriff that he forgot to list his underwear and socks. The sheriff quickly replied, "that's not a mistake, the fucker wasn't wearing any".

Jonathan was marched down the cell block amid loud whistles, and cat calls. The inmates were excited because here was some fresh good looking meat. Jonathan was put in a private cell; the shackles were removed, and the door was closed and locked.

Jonathan sat there with his head in his hands and cried. He cried all day and all night. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him. Finally, at night the lights were dimmed, and Jonathan dozed off to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, he heard a noise and realized that his cell door opened and then reclosed. He couldn't quite focus, but soon realized there was someone else in the cell with him. He discovered that he was a big man that towered over him. He had huge arms as a result of many hours of weight lifting. He had long hair and a lot of tattoos all over his body, even on his hands. He took one of those large hands and cupped it over Jonathan's mouth. He whispered in his ear, "Don't speak, don't yell". He made a gesture of balling his fist, rearing it back and pointing it towards Jonathan's face. "Understand"? Jonathan nodded his head and acknowledge that he understood completely. The big man used his other hand to reach in front of Jonathan and slowly and deliberately lower the zipper on Jonathan's jump suit. He used both hands to pull it to the floor. Jonathan was shoved to his knees and the big white cock was shoved in his mouth. Jonathan knew what to do. Just as the cock started to throb, the big man pulled out, shoved Jonathan on the bed and immediately rammed the cock in his ass. It didn't take long for the big man to unload in Jonathan's ass. He then forced Jonathan to use his tongue to clean his cock. For the next 2 hours Jonathan was completely surprised when the big man cuddled and snuggled with Jonathan in bed. He caressed his head, played with his cock, fingered his hole and continuously made love with his mouth. He passionately kissed Jonathan on the mouth and lips. He kissed his forehead. He lapped at Jonathan's nipples. He even went down and kissed Jonathan's cock and eventually his feet. He worshipped Jonathan in every imaginable way. The big man was madly in love with Jonathan. It had been a long time since Jonathan had received any sexual attention, so It was not hard to believe that he was thoroughly enjoying it tonight, even if it was from a man. The big man rolled Jonathan over and fucked him again, long and hard. Jonathan's ass was sore from all the abuse, and ecstatic from all the attention. Jonathan hadn't felt love like this since he had been on his honeymoon with Julie. God this felt good and he wasn't sure why.

Shortly before dawn, his cell door opened, and the big guy slipped off into the night. Jonathan was cold and alone again. He put his jump suit back on and reminisced about the night. He wasn't sure why it felt so good and had to keep reminding himself that he wasn't gay. He never mentioned this night to another soul, especially Alex.

The next day Alex got up as usual, but today he had to dress himself. He put on a nice suit and tie and picked out a beautiful pair of Berluti double leather buckle shoes and matching belt (He was getting better at picking out clothes). He felt good when he added the expensive jewelry. All that gold and silver made him feel powerful and important. He winked at himself in the mirror and headed out the door. At work he was racking his brain, trying to come up with a plan to help Jonathan. He knew that he would need a good attorney. It then hit him that the best criminal attorney in town was Matthew Woltz (the attorney who had always been jealous of Jonathan's success). He called and made an appointment.

Sitting in the conference room in the attorney's plush offices, Alex explained Jonathan's predicament. Matthew, the attorney, was enjoying hearing about Jonathan's legal problems. He then told Alex that he could certainly help, but his services were not cheap. He would have to be put on retainer, and then paid by the hour. He wasn't sure that Jonathan could afford his services. After all, he is the best and the best is not cheap. These were some serious charges that Jonathan was facing.

Alex thought for a minute and then looked at Matthew. He unhooked the Rolex watch from his wrist and put it on the table. This was a $13,000 steel and yellow gold beauty. He looked at Matthew and asked. "Will this cover it"? Matthew cockily replied, "Well it's certainly a start. You realize that we will have to hire an investigator, there will be depositions and a lot of expenses". Alex removed the Tiffany's yellow gold bracelet from his wrist and put in on the table, next to the watch. Matthew just sat there unaffected and didn't say anything. Alex reached up to his neck and unhooked the 18K gold David Yurman necklace and placed it on the table. There was a slight smile on Matthews face. Finally, as one last act of desperation, Alex removed both rings he was wearing and put them on the table. He removed the Fendi engraved cuff links and put them next to the rings. Every piece of jewelry that Alex had been wearing was now on the table. It's approximate value was $26,000. Matthew happily replied, "You know, I think that might get us started. We'll get to work on this right away." In the blink of an eye, Jonathan's luxurious jewelry collection was gone.

Alex stood up to leave and Matthew said, "I am really admiring those shoes that you are wearing. I need a pair like that. Where did you get them? Alex replied that he didn't remember where he got them. (He didn't want to admit that they were from Jonathan's closet). But Matthew wouldn't drop it, "No, I really want a pair of shoes like that. Those are the best-looking shoes I've seen in a long time. I have to have a pair like them". Alex could take a hint. He sat down in the chair and removed first the left shoe and then the right and put them on the table. Defeated he stood up to leave when Matthew said, "And the belt". Alex thought, "God damn. This guy won't stop." He slid the belt from his waist and added it to the collection on the table. He hurriedly headed for the door before Matthew hollered out another item. Matthew scooped up the jewelry and belt and put them inside the shoes and headed back to his office, confident and proud in his negotiating skills. He had to hustle, because he was soon due in court. Alex meantime, was headed through the lobby and out the front door in his socks and without his belt and jewelry. He felt as if he had been screwed. He had definitely been screwed.

An hour later Jonathan had been released from jail. A snitch came forward and told the cops who really killed Big Black. Upon release, they couldn't find Jonathan's clothes or boots. Such incompetence. They scrounged around and came up with a pair of old tattered sweat pants and a worn-out wife beater that looked like it came out of the trash. They were nice enough to let him keep the socks and rubber sandals. Alex hadn't been home yet and was still wasn't wearing a belt or shoes when he picked up Jonathan. They headed straight to the attorney's office. He was still in court, but finally arrived about 20 minutes later. They both noticed that Matthew was wearing Jonathan's Rolex watch and designer shoes. Matthew took one look at Jonathan and laughed to himself. He played with the Rolex watch on his wrist. My how far Jonathan had fallen. He looked like shit from his sleepless night and the rags he was wearing, and Matthew was loving it. Pretty boy, was not so pretty anymore. There was no way that he would ever be a threat to Matthew, ever again.

Alex spoke up, "Listen, great news. Jonathan has been released and the case closed. We are not in need of your services anymore, and since you haven't really done any work on the case, we will take our refund and be on our way." Alex was thoroughly expecting to get his shoes, belt and jewelry back. Matthew replied, "Not so fast hot shot. It doesn't work like that. I became your attorney of record. It doesn't matter how much work was done on the case. You started the ball rolling and there are no refunds. Now get the fuck out of here". Alex stood up to attack the attorney when Matthew reached down and pulled out a pistol. Matthew suggested that Alex rethink his plan and Alex soon realized that he wasn't getting his stuff back. There was nothing the two men could do, and they left the office in disgrace. The receptionist had to laugh out loud when they walked by her desk. She just knew by the looks on their faces that her boss had screwed them.

The two of them had been away from the office too long and needed to get back ASAP. But first they were going to have to address the clothing issues, so back to Goodwill they went. They were becoming regulars. There was only one pair of shoes in their size and it was the Brook Brothers brogues for $35. Alex said that he would pay the price, that he was worth it. They had no belts that would fit him. Jonathan was having even bigger problems. The only thing close to being acceptable was some sort of wash and wear suit that was mostly wrinkled. He grabbed a beige shirt to go with it and a tie that was every bit of 20 years old. He would have to stick with the white socks and rubber sandals, there were no other shoes. They had to run and get back before their absence was noticed. They hustled back to the office and slipped into their cubicles as if they had been working all day.

Next: Chapter 15


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