THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 12. Whimpering for Nick
As Brandon pulls up to the house, Nick sends a text: "Strip before you come in. Lock the door behind you and the crawl to Me and put your head in My lap."
Brandon does as ordered. The house is nicely carpeted. Nick calls out, "In Here, boy," and Brandon crawls to Him and does as he's been ordered. He notices the crop on one side of Nick and the wooden spoon on the other.
"Tell me how you're doing, Brandon."
"Nervous but like what You said to me, that Your pain can drive out the old pain."
"You crave pain, don't you, boy?"
"Yes, I do, Nick. After a few days I get really itchy if nothing has been happening."
"A true sub. Too bad that old Master wasn't smart enough to be able to keep you."
"Please let's not go there, Nick."
"You are naked kneeling before Me knowing that I'm going to beat the daylights out of you, boy. don't start giving any orders. We need to go there. You need to tell Me what drove you from Him. I want to know how you suffered in the past before I begin to make you suffer in the present."
"He bound me and whipped me harder than I'd ever been whipped before and then told me that the only reason He loved me was because I was such a low-life faggot slave that I would drink His piss whenever He ordered me to."
"Ah. So you had been trained as a urinal."
"Only a few days before that. I'd mentioned in an email that I was finding it difficult and He got furious with me and that's when He said those things before He whipped me."
"What happened after the whipping?"
"No aftercare. He unbound me and made me go upstairs to service one of His friends while the welts were still glistening on My body. I had a hard time blowing the guy---who was a nice guy I'd sucked off many times before—because I was still sobbing and hiccupping."
"It's good for me to know these things. I'm also pleased to know that you are no stranger to drinking piss."
"Oh, please, Nick, could we discuss this?"
"Why? You've already told Me that you've been trained as a urinal. As far as I'm concerned, that's all the discussion we need about it. Understand what you are, boy. A piss-drinking faggot painpig cocksucker. Correct?"
"I...I guess so."
"Well then say it. What are you, Brandon?"
hesitation. . . . . finally Brandon takes a deep breath and says, "I am a piss-drinking faggot painpig cocksucker, Nick."
"That's right, boy." Nick takes out his dick, a good-sized one even when soft. "Put your mouth around the head of my cock, slaveboy, just like your old Master trained you to. And then wait for the gift I intend to give you."
Brandon sinks down into the miserable truth. Once trained as a urinal, he must continue to serve that way when a Superior Man requires it. A tear drips from his eye as he wraps his lips around Nick's cock and waits . . . and waits . . . . and waits.
"You have no idea how much it turns me on to see a urinal slave in position just waiting for the piss to begin to flow. Anticipating what it will be like, what it will taste like, completely humiliated and subjugated to the status of a faggot pig." With that, the piss begins to flow into Brandon's mouth and fills it up.
"Swallow, faggot." Brandon obeys.
"That will be enough for now. You did well, boy. I'm pleased you surrendered to Me that way, that you showed me just how much you'd been broken by your former Master. There's no going back. You are free from Him now, but you are not free from what you are. You will never be free from what you are, Brandon. I hope the beating I intend to give you will help you understand that more fully. And, by the way, I have a lot more piss to give you. We will stop along the way to give you a reality check. I expect that before our time together ends tonight, you will eagerly put My cock in your mouth, ready to drink what I have to give you, craving not only the piss but the humiliation it brings as well."
Nick raises his foot and pushes Brandon away and down onto the floor. He stands up and picks up both implements and lashes Brandon across his neck with the crop, quickly following up with some blows to the sides of his legs with the wooden spoon, and using both, he drives the slave across the room making it crawl and try to get away from the blows, but the more he moves the less accuracy Nick has and Brandon finds himself being beaten randomly all over his body in ways he has never been beaten before. He is yelping like a whipped pup.
"Piss break," calls Nick. "Up here, slave. Come get your reward."
Brandon scrambles like crazy to get his mouth over the end of Nick's cock, surprised that He hasn't gotten hard. Nick's piss flows forcefully and the slave is forced to swallow a couple times before Nick finally withdraws and begins to beat him again.
"This is what you've needed, slaveboy." Brandon has ended up on his back and Nick puts one foot over his belly holding him in place as he whips the slave's nipples with the crop and spits into his mouth as he opens it up to scream. He takes his foot away and Brandon rolls over and tries to crawl away again as the spoon lashes his ass repeatedly and Brandon begins to scream out loud.
Nick stops for a bit and allows the slave to regroup, as it breathes heavily. Nick waits for the breath to settle down before beginning again, and this time begins to lash Brandon with the crop on the bottoms of his feet. Brandon gets his feet under himself but then Nick starts landing blows with the spoon to the slave's inner thighs, and is quite accurate at beating the boy's cock and balls with either implement. Yelping and beginning to cry, Brandon writhes around the room, Nick never far behind, until finally Nick yells PISS BREAK and Brandon quickly and madly gets Nick's cock in his mouth and as Nick releases more piss into his mouth, he says, "Okay, piss pig, suck it all out of me." and Brandon, by now so lost in his slave identity, greedily sucks and swallows until nothing is left. "Get my cock hard, slave!" Nick orders, and Brandon continues to work on his dick until it is hard. "Don't gag on it, boy, or you'll vomit. Just hold it as far down your throat as you can and suck. Open your eyes and look at Me, boy. You have such a pretty face, made even more beautiful by having My hard cock in your mouth. Good boy, suck it sweetly now, make Daddy Nick happy." As Brandon sucks Nicks cock, he takes his fingers and wipes the tears from his cheek. "Had enough of a beating, boy?" Brandon nods his head yes while continuing to suck Nick's hard cock.
"Okay, that's enough, Brandon. Get up on the bed on your back. I want to fuck you." Brandon gets into position, Nick lubes himself up and then rams himself into Brandon's ass causing the boy to whimper even more, and Nick slowly fucks the slave while spitting into its face and slapping it with one hand while holding its throat in his other hand, alternately choking the slave and then releasing it while drowning its face in his spit. "You look so fucking hot like this, boy, and I enjoyed whipping you all over with my toys. Just what you need on a nice night like this." Finally, with a loud shout, Nick unloads himself into Brandon's ass and then falls on top of him and rolls over, holding the well-beaten slave in his arms and whispering to him, "You are such a good boy. You took it all so well, baby. I am very pleased with you. Rest here in My arms now. Everything is done and I think you realize how much I have enjoyed working you over, filling you with My piss, and fucking your nice tights ass. Rest here now in My arms because I don't wish to let you go tonight. I want you to stay here with me, baby, like a good boy. No more pain, no more piss, just hugs and holding for aftercare. Rest now, slaveboy. You have pleased Me very much." Nick uses his hands to explore the slave's body, and from time to time the boy whimpers as Nick touches a place made tender by the all-over beating He delivered.
Gradually, Brandon's breath slows down and he weeps quietly in Nick's arms, whispering "thank you" from time to time, wishing he could call Nick "Sir" or even "Master," because no Master other than J has ever beaten him so soundly, but indeed, right now he feels much safer with Nick than with anyone from his past. Before long, he falls asleep. Nick covers him with blankets and spoons him and together they sleep until morning.
At that very same time, up north, Jonny is sleeping in Andy's arms, his face wet with tears that flowed when Andy bound the boy's balls tightly and beat them with his riding crop, and also gave the novice submissive his first lesson in how to suck a Dom's cock and swallow the load He deposited in the boy's mouth. The boy's arms are still bound behind his back and, as they're lying there, Andy is introducing himself to Jonny's nipples. At first Jonny pulled away, insisting that he would not submit to what he considered to be "emasculation," but Andy finally helped the boy to realize that a boy's nipples belong to the men who beat him, and offers to begin beating him again if he needs to make his point more clear. He has yet to get the novice slave to admit what he is becoming, but Andy is a patient man and is actually quite pleased with how far he has gotten this once proud and tough guy to accept pain and humiliation and to offer himself to Andy again and again, even though he admits that he isn't sure what is in store for him. "Just remember what I told you, Jonny. Every time you come here I take more from you and you give Me more of yourself. It is all your doing. You may decide you've had enough and never come by again. But if you keep coming, you know that I will have more ways to teach you what it means to be a disciplined sub. And I wouldn't be surprised to hear that now, when you jerk off, you frequently recall the things you have allowed Me to do to you. Are you still cumming quickly when touched?"
"No, Sir, it's slowed down a lot."
"I'm glad. Nonetheless, before you leave here in the morning I intend to lock that dick in a cage again and you'll be wearing it for at least a week if not longer. I'll drop off a key when you start begging for it, boy. But I'm wondering, how are you keeping it secret in the showers?"
"Been showering with my boxers on, Sir. Easier that way. And one guy's been asking me who's been spanking me. I told him that I just lost a bet."
"Clever. Eventually, however, I may require you to be a bit more public about what is happening to you. Not yet, however. We've got plenty of time. Besides, for all I know, this might be the last time you ever come here."
Jonny says nothing, but tries to settle down in Andy's arms, wondering himself whether or not this will be his last visit.