THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 15. Filling in the dance card.
A couple of interesting things happen during the day.
First of all, when Michael opens up the front door to get the newspaper, he finds a package left for Brandon. It has a card attached to it that says "Practice makes perfect. A." He leaves it lying on the kitchen table while he starts to make breakfast for the two of them by previous arrangement.
Soon Brandon arrives. "I found that package at the door for you," Michael tells him. "Look at the card. Any idea what it might be?"
"None at all, but I think I know who it's from. The guy that was here last night. The nurse. We had a wild time after the nursing bit was over. Best ever, I think." Brandon starts to open the package. There's something in a cardboard. He reaches in and take it out. It's a nine-inch dildo with the "9" written on it in marker. "Oh my!" says Michael. "Oh holy crap!" says Brandon. "That bastard!" And starts to laugh.
"Are you gonna tell me what's going on, not that you have to?" asks Michael.
"Oh sure, honey. Well, it's this way. Archy—that's the nurse---has 8 inches and I've never been able to take all that before. 6 ½ is about my top number. Well, Archy managed to get me to take it all with some very careful coaching last night. My mind is blown about that. I really don't think I could do that with anybody else. Not like you, dear." Brandon sticks out his tongue at Michael.
"Hey, it's nothing I can take credit for. it's just my anatomy, I guess. so now, let's see: He left you a card that says "practice makes perfect" attached to a box with a 9" dildo in it. NINE inches! Think he's giving you a very strong hint, baby."
"No kidding."
"You gonna do it?"
"Dunno. I'd rather he break me in himself if this is going to a repeat performance."
"then can I borrow it? I'd love to see if I could make it up to 9 inches."
"What is mine is yours, honey. Have a good time. I wish you much success." They both laugh again.
Brandon goes online for work. Ned comes on the screen. "How are you doing, boy?"
"Pretty good, Sir."
"I heard two things about you this morning, boy. First that you did a superb job with Kelton's paper. And secondly, that apparently someone gave you a real thrashing the other night. How are you feeling today?"
"Better every day, Sir. Most of the marks are very light now."
"Please step back and give me a complete look, back and front."
Brandon does as ordered.
"Hmmm. Not too bad in front. Some marks in the back. May I ask, is this someone you see regularly?"
"Sir, I've only been here for a couple weeks. That was the first time with him."
"Will you see him again?"
"Depends on what he's interested in doing next time. He told me he has a wide range of interests."
"that could be interesting. And how are those nipples, boy?"
"Just a little sore now, Sir."
"do you have any clothespins, Brandon?"
"Yes, Sir. A few."
"You just need two. Put them on your nipples."
Brandon does as told, wincing a bit when they go on.
"Excellent. From now on, I prefer to see you naked and with the cpins on when we meet this way."
`Understood, Sir."
"Ok, now down to business. I also have a paper for you to work your magic on. It is hastily written because I know it could be sloppy and you'd clean it up."
"Yes, Sir."
"Just like you'd clean up my filthy bathroom if I ever you bring you over here for domestic servitude."
"it that part of my contract with the Company, Sir?"
"no, boy. Just a fantasy of mine that I might actually act out with you."
"Would I have a choice, Sir?"
"I guess so. Is it a problem?"
"Only that it was required of me with the Master I'd had, Sir, so it's something very toxic."
"I'll keep that in mind. And if I do have you over here for service, I'll be sure to be standing by with a riding crop or whip to make sure you show some enthusiasm for what I'd be ordering you to do."
Brandon bows. "Understood, Sir."
"But I'm getting off track again. I've sent the file through. It's quite large so I'll assume you'll need today and probably most of tomorrow. Text me if there are any problems, or when you finish."
"Yes, Sir. thank you for expressing confidence in my work."
"Kelton spoke most highly of you this morning when I saw him. I things we'll all be pleased with you, in many different ways."
"May I ask a question, Sir?"
"Certainly. What is it? And I like you being so polite, considering what you are, boy."
"for how long do you wish this boy to wear these cpins, Sir?"
"Until you can't stand the pain any longer. And text me when you take them off so I can keep track."
"Yes, Sir."
"I'll be off now. Work well, boy. Never forget that any sloppiness on your part will be punished. That's going to be standard practice with you, boy. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir. Understand."
"Work well, slave." Ned signs off. Wow.
Brandon opens the file. It really is a mess. This will be fun! (Brandon is weird like that.)
By 10:30 Brandon takes off the cpins and texts Ned with that information.
Shortly after that, he gets a message from Gavin. "tonight is Twinknight at the Club. No booze or drugs allowed and 18+ are invited. Why don't you guys plan to stop by? Promise you'll have an interesting time."
"Sounds good, Gavin. I'll be there. Maybe Michael too. I'll ask him when he gets home from work."
"Do me a favor, Brandon. Wear a button down shirt and no undershirt."
"Yes, Sir." Brandon doesn't even bother asking why. He knew that if he ever did that with J, he'd be punished.
So Brandon goes on with his work, occasionally soothing his nips. He also sends an email to Master Adam to let Him know He'll be okay by Saturday. A quick reply comes through: "Pencil me in from 12 noon to 3 am." Well, that takes care of Saturday.
Who to take to the play? He forgot to ask Michael and doesn't want to text him when he's at work. Not for the first day on the job.
He continues his work after lunch. When he gets back to his computer there is a message from Steven (the blond guy in Ned's group). "Has anyone claimed you for tonight?"
"Have plans, Sir."
Steven chuckles. "Are you planning to show your face at Twinknight at the club?
"Yes, Sir."
"Well they don't upon until 9. I will pick you up at 6 pm. Dress casually. Dinner only. I'll have you back home before it's time to go to the club."
"Yes, Sir." Now this should be interesting. Steven is cuter than hell, actually. Brandon just hopes he doesn't turn out to be a monster in a cute disguise. But, it's only dinner. Hopefully.
Brandon's made a lot of progress on the file he's working on, but there is much more to go. He knocks off work at 5, in time to take a shower and shave both face and crotch before Steven picks him up.
When Michael gets home Brandon is already in the shower. He goes to his room and strips, then goes down to Brandon's to catch him just as he's getting out of the shower.
"Hey, Michael, as long as you're here, would you mind shaving me down below? Just need a trim."
"Sure." While Michael tells Brandon about his day, he does a nice job shaving his buddy. Michael doesn't shave there yet. At least, no one's ever ordered it since he's been in Lipton.
"So anyway, one of the things about working there is that one of the officers, Martin, knows my whole story. I don't know if he's told the others, but I feel a little strange there not knowing who knows what."
"Well, has anyone made a pass at you or said anything?'
"Not yet."
"Hahaha. You said `yet' as if you're hoping something does happen."
"Speaking of something happening, did you know that it's Twinknighti at the local bdsm club? Zeke wants to take me there."
"So you'll be tied to Zeke all night?"
"Dunno. Wouldn't be bad, though."
"Well I'm going too, so I'll have my car there in case you have to get away from Zeke."
"Cool. Why are you getting all fixed up now?"
"One of the men I work for is taking me to dinner. Just dinner, he told me. I'll be back in time to go to the club. I'll meet you guys there."
"Sounds good."
Steven pulls up to the house a few minutes before 6 pm and Brandon comes outside to meet him, but Steven gets out of the car and tells Brandon he'd like to go inside for a minute before they head out for dinner. Once they get through the door, Steven says to him, "I need to piss. Kneel down." Brandon can't believe he's been reduced to this, but kneels down as instructed. Steven says to him, "Stand up again." Brandon stands, a bit puzzled. "Again I want you to kneel down for me, but don't kneel down with attitude. As you're kneeling down I want to see a look on your face that shows me how excited you are to be serving me this way. Take a deep breath then get down on the floor before me before I piss my pants." Brandon does as told, and kneels down trying to look as if he's looking forward to a treat. Steven takes out his (very nicely shaped) cock. "Mouth on my tip, boy." Brandon goes so and Steven quickly begins to piss down his throat. "It's been noted that you are really not yet resigned to being a urinal as well as a slave should be, especially since you've already been trained for it. We would like you to cultivate a greater desire for every man's piss within the near future, and if that doesn't happen, we'll set it up so you can spend an entire night bound and blindfolded, drinking load after load until you vomit, and then make you continue drinking until you vomit a second time. After that, having to serve just one man's cock as a urinal will seem pretty easy for you." Steven finishes. "Suck the remaining piss out of me and clean my slit, pig." Brandon does as ordered. Steven puts his dick away and says, "Let's go have some dinner. It will give me a nice chance to get to know you better." Steven opens the car door and lets him in, and as he gets in, he says, "How does my piss taste, Brandon, compared to other loads you've taken? It is tasty for you?"
"In all honesty, Sir, it's never really tasty, but yours wasn't bad at all."
"Well, I guess I should feel complimented. We'll see what it tastes like after I've had a good meal. Italian. Lots of garlic. I wonder how that will affect the taste." Brandon says nothing.
"So tell me about the man who trained you to drink."
"it was my former Master, Sir. I'd gone along with it because I was in love with Him and He had me thinking He loved me as well."
"You don't think He did?"
"Well, one of the last things He told me was that He only loved me because I was his toilet."
"Ouch. I'm sorry. That was quite cruel. How did you react?"
"that was the last straw, Sir. It really hurt. Still does."
"I can well imagine that. You say you had become His slave?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Was that the first time for you?"
"Yes, Sir. I knew I was submissive, but He started bringing it out of me and gradually training me."
"Just sexual service or pain as well?"
"Pain, Sir. A lot of it."
"And you enjoyed that?"
"For the most part, because He introduced me to it a bit at a time, but then when He felt I needed to be punished, He would tie me down and beat me way beyond what I could easily handle."
"And so He was systematically training you to be His pain pig?"
"Well, sir, basically, I must say that I am a pain pig once he brought it out of me."
"Why did you leave Him?"
"He started treating me pretty cruelly, and took all the emotion out of it, and really whipped me hard and then sent me to service His friend. He started lecturing me like an angry parent. Finally, I'd had enough, especially because He had turned so suddenly on me."
"It is much better, boy, when there are clear boundaries between emotion and BDSM dynamics. None of us love you, Brandon, and you know that. And yet, we see you as a slave and we intend to continue treating you like the slave you are even though none of us want to establish a relationship with you. We treat you like a slave because that is what you are and how you identify yourself. WE treat you like a slave because we have been looking for a slave like you for a long time to serve us professionally and personally as well, but be very clear that we do not intend to show you the respect an ordinary free man in our employ would be shown. You are apparently doing good work for us, Brandon, but that is the icing on the cake for us. We see you as the slave you are and we intend to find as many creative ways to continue humiliating you as we can. At the same time, you are richly rewarded, both financially and also by many of the good things that will come your way because of our interest in you. Nice dinners, for example. And good sexual contacts to feed your masochistic and submissive needs."
"Understand, Sir."
"I understand that being a urinal is still very difficult for you. But, however, practice makes perfect and you will eventually get used to it and perhaps even look forward to it from time to time. Let me give you an example: Do you find Me attractive?"
"Yes, I do, Sir."
"And you have already seen My cock. Would you enjoy blowing me?"
"Yes, Sir, definitely."
"What a slut you are! So, from time to time you see a man and you feel an attraction and you discover that you have this desire to have His cock down your throat. Understand what I'm saying?"
"yes, Sir. Definitely. I often have those desires when I see attractive men."
"Good. And in just the same way, there will be men you will see who, eventually, you wish you could serve as their urinal. Men whose piss you'll find you want to drink. Not right away, but it will come. And, in the meantime, of course, you will serve us that way when and if we desire it. I'm not sure about my colleagues. We tend to keep our desires personal from one another. But we all agree that you are an attractive slut, we enjoy seeing you naked, we all have intentions to make use of you privately according to our desires and tastes, and your regular nakedness when we view you on line helps establish the pecking order in our team. WE are the Masters, you are the slave. None of us wants to own you completely, mind you, but we do intend to use you and discipline you as we see fit whenever we wish. The rest of the time, you can follow your own desires and dreams. I'm sure you're already establishing yourself a good reputation in Lipton as a submissive slut. That's what I've been hearing, anyway. But enough about this situation. Tell me about your academic interests. What were you studying at the U when you were there?"
"English, Sir. especially creative writing."
"Excellent pursuits. That is why we agreed to hire you when Barry offered you to us."
"Sir, what do you mean, `offered me'?"
"Barry is your stepfather, correct?"
"yes, Sir?"
"And Barry knows what you are, correct?"
"yes, Sir."
"So then it made perfect sense for him to offer you to us as our employee and our slave as well. He did you a favor by finding you this situation."
"Yes, he did, Sir. I'm just a little shaken by the idea that he was actually offering me around."
"I don't think he was doing that. He simply knew our professional needs and our personal interests and figured we were a good match."
"Yes, Sir, that's what he told me."
"That's all it is. He wasn't putting you on an open market or anything like that. Barry is far too respectful a man to do such a thing. But he does care about you and took advantage of a situation that would be to all of our benefits."
They pull up to the restaurant. "This is a wonderful place. Feel free to order as you wish. I know that often slaves don't get to make choices, but this is meant to be a special treat for you tonight. Like I said, there will be unexpected benefits coming from us, Brandon."
"thank you, Sir."
"Don't call me Sir when we're in the restaurant. Steven is acceptable."
"Yes, Steven."
"Tell me: if things hadn't gone sour, do you think you would still be with him?"
"I hoped it would be for life—but that's when it was good. And romantic."
"My goodness. I wonder what happened."
"I have no idea, Sir. He went away on a business trip and when He got back everything had changed."
"that's too bad. But you're much better off in Lipton. This is a good town, especially for kinky dudes. And there are a lot of people who will have your back. You will discover this if you haven't already done so."
"I do feel like I'm being well taken care of. And additionally, I have loving family here."
"Aside from Barry, do they know about your special inclinations?"
"no, Steven. Barry's been really good at keeping that from mom and from my grandparents."
"Ah yes. Barry is no stranger to the scene because of his own family connections."
"Yes, I know. I got to meet his brother at the wedding. Seems like a really nice guy. Invited me and the, well, ex-Master to come to San Francisco to visit him and His slave."
"Not so sure we'd like to see you go there. Someone might steal you away."
"well don't forget that my family is here, so I don't think I'd be tempted."
"Are you looking to be owned again, aside from how we own you?"
"No, Steven, not at all. Not getting into anything like that again, not for a long time."
"or maybe not at all. Most subs tend to enjoy simply being sluts."
Brandon chuckles. "you've got that right, Steven. anyway, that's what I'm discovering now."
"Tell me, Brandon: I know you're a good and obedient boy, and I know that you're quite the painpig, but I would like to know what it is that is the most important thing for you, all things considered?"
"Honestly, Steven, humiliation. And the way you've been acting and speaking with me since you first came to my door has really turned me on in that sense. All of you in the group seem to be particularly adept at it.
Steven chuckles. "Ah, you've noticed! Excellent. And I will tell you that we are really enjoying interacting with you the way we are, and I assure you that we've only just begun crushing every bit of pride and dignity out of you. And, as a matter of fact, we've decided that I will be the one with whom you will correspond via email on a regular basis. This is not a request. It is one of the ways you will be earning your salary, and also something that will be good practice for you, considering your wishes to become a good writer. You are already an excellent editor for us; it will be nice to sample your writing abilities. And as for the emails, there is one principal interest I have: your humiliation and your reactions to it. You can begin by sending me an account of your reactions to our time together tonight.
"Yes, Steven, that is most definitely something I will be happy to do for all of you."
The meal goes on, pleasantly and sincerely. The food is beyond excellent, and loaded with garlic, which has Brandon wondering what effect it will have on Steven's piss, which, much to his surprise, Brandon is looking forward to taking again, mainly because he is really attracted to Steven and likes him very much Maybe what Steven has been telling him will happen is already happening, at least with him. this is the very first time in the boy's life that he actually is looking forward to serving Steven this way once again.
Before their meal is concluded, Steven makes a suggestion to Brandon which, he says, the boy is welcome to accept or not accept. Steven proposes that instead of going to Twinknight, he comes back to Steven's home with him for whatever it might be that Steven would be interested in doing to him.
Brandon declines, mainly because Michael is expecting him and they promised to look out for each other. Steven understand perfectly and promises that another invitation will be coming soon and that the next time, he won't take no for an answer.
"Well, let's get going," Steven says after settling the check. "I really have to piss again, but I think I will be able to wait until we get back to your place," he says, with a sneering smile on his face. "At least I'll send you off to Twinknight with a good taste in your mouth, boy. And I forbid you to brush your teeth after I'm done with you."
"Yes, Steven," Brandon says, not really all that unhappy about what he's being ordered. "What's happening to me?" he wonders.
They get to the house and Steven asks to see Brandon's quarters, so he brings him downstairs.
"I assume you're not wearing those clothes to the club," says Steven.
"no, Sir, I've been given instructions about what to wear."
"Well then, let me watch you strip naked. I've seen you strip naked on screen before, but it's always a more enticing experience to watch a slave like you get into uniform, so to speak. Besides, I always prefer a boy to be naked when I piss down his throat. Undress slowly, slave."
Brandon lowers his eyes and slowly takes off all his clothing and then stands there for Steven's inspection, his head bowed and his hands at his sides. Steven inspects with his hands, just about everywhere, and smacks the slave's dick when he notices it starting to get hard.
"Are you getting hard because you're looking forward to drinking my piss, boy?" asks Steven. "don't think so, Sir, but because of all the humiliation."
"Well then, let's get to it. On your knees, slave." Steven pulls out his cock. "You know where to put your mouth, pig!" he orders. Brandon takes Steven's dick into his mouth and waits for the flow to begin, always a terribly humiliation moment, waiting to be used as a urinal by a Superior Man.
The flow begins and Steven sighs. "That's it, pig. Fill yourself up then gulp it down, again and again. Taste me, boy. Be grateful for what I'm giving you. This is what you're worth: a receptacle for men's piss. Swallow, boy, swallow." As the flow is reduced to a dribble, Steven says, "you know what to do next, pig. Suck you what's left and the clean my slit like a good boy." Brandon does what Steven has ordered, and once Steven puts his dick away, he slaps the boy across the face several times and then orders him to open his mouth again, and Steven spits into his mouth several times. "that's to help you wash down the piss," he says, and now express your gratitude to me. "thank you, Sir, for giving me your piss and for spitting on my mouth. It's what a boy such as me deserves."
"I'll be off. I'll show myself out. Have a good time tonight. Be a good boy. Accept whatever they want to do to you and write me about it this week."
`yes, Sir. thank You for dinner and for my after-dinner drink."
Steven laughs and takes off.