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THE SLOW DESTRUCTION OF JONATHAN - Part 18
A couple of days later, Marshall and Anthony, the attorneys, called and told Jonathan to be ready. They would come by that night to pick him up, so that he could make some money to pay his legal fees. They had called Julie earlier for approval. Even after everything that Jonathan had been through lately, he was still a little apprehensive. Marshall was driving the restored '68 Camaro that he had skillfully blackmailed from Jonathan. Jonathan still could not believe that his former best friend and attorney had conned the car away from him. He had tears in his eyes as he recalled all the hard work it took to get the car in first class shape. He lovingly stroked the side of the car with his hand. He was startled when Marshall slapped him in the face and told him to get in the car. They used to be best friends, now they treated Jonathan like street trash. Both Marshall and Anthony looked awesome in their casual jeans, t shirts and loafers. Jonathan was proud to be in their company, even though he was wearing his work clothes and boots. He hopped in the back seat and off they headed towards downtown.
They arrived at a bar in a part of town that Jonathan had never been to before. You could hear the music before you could see the bar. Marshall entered, followed by Jonathan and then Anthony. Marshall went straight to the bar where he found two stools. He made Jonathan stand behind them. Marshall ordered 2 beers, which were cold and refreshing and tipped the bartender well.
The bar was packed, the music was loud, and the drinks were flowing. There were 3 young boys dancing on top of the bar in g strings. These boys were not a day over 22 and looked like they were around 18 years old. They gyrated up and down the bar to the beat of the music. They danced, twirled, and bent over when they saw the money. The bucks were flowing, and the boys were giving a great show.
Marshall ordered another round of beers, and when he got the bartender's ear, asked him if they ever allowed new talent. The bartender told Marshall that they were always looking for fresh meat. Marshall nodded towards Jonathan and said he was the best dancer around. The bartender took one look at Jonathan and couldn't believe it. He did not look like a dancer, and besides, he was too old. Marshall persuaded the bartender to give Jonathan a chance.
Jonathan had not heard any of the conversation because he was standing behind them. His eyes grew wide when Marshall stood up and moved away from the bar stool. He grabbed Jonathan by the arm, pushed him up on the stool and forced him up and on to the bar. Jonathan just froze and looked pretty stupid standing there.
The three young boys at the other end of the bar looked at Jonathan and started pointing and laughing. This idiot was no competition for them. He was in his red company tee shirt, khaki pants, and brown clunky boots. His shaved head and battered body was not very sexy, and he looked like he was old enough to be their father. They kept motioning for him to get off the bar. Alex just stared into the crowd.
Anthony jiggled his shoulders and motioned for Jonathan to start moving. Jonathan could not find the beat, he just kind of walked around and wiggled. He was no dancer. The crowd was not interested. Somebody in the back even hollered, "Get off the bar". Marshall motioned for Jonathan to take his tee shirt off and drop it to him. When he did he got the attention of the crowd. Most of the men at the bar were older and they were enticed by Jonathans smooth chest and chiseled good looks. They loved the tats and nipple rings. Jonathan's mature good looks, even though he was only 26, were in sharp contrast to the young boys. Jonathan felt more at ease. Anthony reached up and handed him a shot of tequila and ordered him to throw it back. Then he grabbed Jonathan's leg and pulled the boot off his right foot. Jonathan stumbled for a minute, but when he regained his stance, Marshall pulled the boot off his left foot. Marshall told Jonathan to smile for the crowd, which he did. Just as Jonathan was starting to get his groove, Marshall grabbed one pant leg and Anthony grabbed the other, and together they yanked as hard as they could. The pants wound up in a heap on the bar. One by one they lifted his legs and got the pants off. Jonathan was standing on the bar butt naked, and the crowd was going wild. Jonathan was in shock. The crowd loved his shaved legs and body. They loved his pierced scrotum. Most of all they loved his body. Hands were coming from all directions to rub his legs and touch his cock. They pushed Jonathan to dance down the bar and as he made his way towards the other end the cash kept flowing from all directions. Jonathan was raking in big bucks. His cock was as hard as a rock from getting pulled in every direction. The crowd loved him. Jonathan finally picked up the rhythm and was getting his groove. The three young boys were standing on the other end of the bar in complete disbelief. They watched Jonathan scoop up all the tip money which should have been theirs. Every time Jonathan bent down to pick up a tip, somebody from behind would finger him and shove a dollar bill in his ass. He had at least a hundred dollars hanging out of his hole. The three strippers were so angry that they stormed off the bar and into the back room.
Jonathan looked out into the crowded bar. There standing in the middle of five gay guys, was his ex- wife Julie. The group was laughing and having a great time. As the music changed the beat, Jonathan overheard one of the guys talking to Julie, "Honey, how could you know he wasn't gay? Just look at him. He's the biggest flamer this side of Texas". And they all pointed and laughed. Jonathan was devastated.
When the tips started slowing down, Marshall asked the bartender if they could use the back room. He replied that Jonathan was the best thing to happen to the bar in a long time, and they could use anything they wanted. Marshall took all the money that Jonathan had collected, and together with Anthony got him off the bar and situated in the back room. For $10 you could get blown by Jonathan and for $25 you could fuck him. The line was down the hall. Jonathan was on his 5th shot of tequila and his head was spinning. Someone had some poppers which they put under Jonathans nose to keep him going. He was soaring high, as man after man came and dumped a load inside of him. There was so much cum in his ass that it couldn't hold any more. It was running down his leg. Most of the guys who stuck their dick in his mouth, just shot their load all over his face. When Jonathan couldn't open his mouth anymore, they used their fists against the side of his head to force it open.
By 3am Jonathan was in a heap on the floor. He had two black eyes, swollen lips, and bleeding from the mouth. His ass had been stretched to new limits and had cum and blood dripping out. He was passed out and couldn't move. Jonathan was such a stinking, nasty mess that even the bar patrons didn't want anything to do with him. They were done with him. Marshall and Anthony were ecstatic because between the two of them they had a thousand dollars to split and did not care about Jonathan's health. But there was a bigger problem. How were they going to get Jonathan home? They did not want to put that nasty thing in Marshall's car. Fortunately, the bartender said he had a pick-up truck and would drop him off. They had to scour the bar for his clothes. They found the boots on the opposite ends of the bar filled with beer and piss. The pants were under the bar and filthy from being walked on all night. The tee shirt was like a souvenir flag hanging from one of the beer signs on the wall. The bartender pulled his truck up to the back door and the three of them lifted Jonathan, still passed out, in to the back of the truck, still naked. They tossed his belongings into the truck next to him.
The bartender didn't have any trouble finding the house from the directions that Marshall and Anthony had given him. He backed the truck into the driveway and drug Jonathan out of the back and onto the ground, scraping his face across the concrete driveway. He tossed his clothes to the ground beside him and took off. Jonathan spent the rest of the night sleeping naked in the driveway.
The next morning Alex looked downstairs for Jonathan and couldn't find him. He checked everywhere in the house and then started to panic because he hadn't heard from him. He happened to look outside when he saw him in the morning daylight laying naked in the driveway. He was pissed at Marshall and Anthony for abusing Jonathan in this manner. Jonathan was his boy bitch and was only supposed to be serving him. Jonathan couldn't talk, he just whispered babblings. He called Jonathan's supervisor - Andres and told him that Jonathan had the flu and would be out for a couple of days. Jonathan slept for two days and two nights. Jonathan used to be a fit and healthy man, but these days his body was worn and spent. It took a few days for him to bounce back. He had lost 10 more pounds. He still had the dark circles around his eyes and was not able to stand as straight as he used to. He looked 10 years older than his actual age. His former life as a successful executive was now a distant memory. The only life that Jonathan knew now was a simple life - one of simply trying to survive, day by day.
The following Monday Jonathan came home after a long and tiring day on the loading dock and cooked dinner for Alex and Julie who ate in the dining room. He was always naked and collared around the house. He ate his dinner of left over scraps in the kitchen, and then hustled to get his chores done because he had to be at his new job at the convenience store tonight.
Alex had found an abandoned bicycle by the side of the road and brought it home for Jonathan to ride to his second job. So, at 10:45 Jonathan headed down the street to get to work by 11pm. He was wearing jeans, tee shirt and a cheap pair of flip flops that Alex bought for him at the dollar store. He was still required to leave his boots in his locker at work, so he wouldn't mess them up. He did not even own a jacket anymore that could have protected him from the cool night air or the rain that was starting to fall. Alex would not even consider giving Jonathan a ride in the bad weather and Jonathan was not about to ask.
The Middle Eastern guys that ran the store did not mind the flip flops. They considered it normal. But they still treated him like a slave. They loved giving him orders and bossing him around. They called him names like stupid, idiot and poor white trash while working him like a dog. He had to sweep the parking lot and empty all the trash cans. He had to scrub the toilets and floors inside the store. He had to wash the windows. He had to unpack boxes and stock the shelves. He had to work the coolers and stock the beer and sodas. It was not an easy job, and Jonathan was exhausted. By 4am there was only one other guy working with Jonathan and he had gone into the office and fallen asleep on the desk. Jonathan had to do his assigned tasks plus run the register. This is when Alex rolled up. He had Jonathan put two suit cases of beer and a carton of cigarettes in his truck. He grabbed a bag of chips on his way out the door. By 6am Jonathan was exhausted. He got back on his bicycle and rode home. He needed to get a couple of hours sleep before going to his other job. He would have to do this 3 nights a week.