THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 16. Twinknight
Brandon gets to the club a little after 9. He's never been here before, so it's a bit overwhelming. There are far more people there than he had expected, and many of them were middle-aged men—something that he'd never seen in bars and clubs.
The walls of the club were black, but the implements, bondage areas, stocks, etc, all glowed with incandescent paint. Eerie, indeed. As he made his way through the club looking for Gavin and Michael, four men groped him and another two offered to give him blow jobs. Brandon's natural submissiveness was held in check by the strangeness of this environment as well as by the very aggressive and hungry men who rarely ever had a chance to interact with boys his age. Putting two and two together, he realized that this Twinknight had drawn to itself a good number of men who were hoping to have a chance to get their hands and probably their mouths on some fresh young meat.
Nick was there as well, and as soon as he saw Brandon looking so uncomfortable and being preyed upon by more men than he could cope with, went right up to him and put his hand on the back of the sub's neck and whispered, "I'm going to claim you for a while just to protect you."
"Thank You, Sir," answered Brandon, "but I'm looking for a couple of friends I promised to meet here."
"Who?"
"Gavin. Do you know him?"
"Everybody knows Gavin, sweetie, and I know where he is. Come on, I'll bring you to him, and stand by. I'm not sure this whole scheme is going to work out, to advertise Twinknight the way they did. It's attracted the wrong kind of crowd, and as far as I can tell, there aren't really many twinks here. That's why you were suddenly the belle of the ball." Nick's cousin Nate was here as well, and when he saw Nick with Brandon, he put an evil smile on his face, obviously hoping they could have a repeat performance of what happened the other night.
As soon as Gavin saw Brandon, he pulled him over and quickly snapped a leather slave collar around his neck. "If nothing else, that will signal that you are already owned, and also that you most likely wouldn't be in the mood for a blow job by a stranger. I had some hot plans for you tonight, puppy, but considering the crowd here I'm going to put them on hold."
"What kind of plans?"
"I wanted to handcuff your hands behind your back and open the buttons of the shirt I told you to wear, and let you walk around like that, while keeping an eye on you, of course. But now I don't know."
"Go ahead, as long as you're going to keep an eye on me." Gavin takes the handcuffs off his belt, turns Brandon around and cuffs his hands lightly. "don't struggle against them. They'll leave marks," he warns the slave while unbuttoning his shirt.
Nate notices what Gavin is doing and walks right over. "As much as I like to deal with faggots, if you're going to parade it around like that, I'm gonna follow close by and watch the fun." Then he licks the side of Brandon's face as says to him, "don't worry, boy. Gavin and I will be stalking you. Call out to me if you need to. I think you're a brave faggot to walk around like this, so I won't go hard on you tonight."
Gavin gives him a little push. "Go mingle, boy. Give these men something to fantasize about when they go home alone tonight." Brandon's perverted urges take over and, with his head lowered, he walks into the center of the room and makes his way around. His nipples quickly become the center of attention from his many "admirers," and Brandon forces himself to keep his eyes on the ground so he can't notice, or assess, the hotness or lack thereof of those who stick their hands inside his shirt to give a little tug. One guy gives a lot more than a tug with fingers that have been around nipples many times. Brandon cries out, and the guy torturing his nipple orders him to look into his face. Surprise! It's a very nice face, with a hot body to go with it. "My name is Benson Gardner. Is your phone on you?" "In my front pocket, Sir." Benson isn't shy about getting into his pocket to take out the phone. "Lock code?" "8823" He unlocks the phone and puts in his number then closes the screen and puts the phone back in Brandon's pocket. "I like what you sound like when you cry out, pup," he says. "Well then, I have two nipples, Sir," answers Brandon, still looking into his eyes. Soon he's crying out again and then Benson kisses his mouth. "Do you like it here tonight, pup?"
"not really Sir. First time here. Been groped too many times, although my friends have been running interference while I'm trussed up this way."
"Who collared you?"
"Gavin. He's not really my Master. He collared me thinking it would protect me a bit."
"Well it didn't work, because now I've got my hands on you and I want to get you out of here. Save you a phone call."
"First I have to check on my friend," explains Brandon, calling out to Gavin. "where's Michael?"
"He went home with Zeke. So go along if you're brave enough to let this guy have at you." Gavin turns the boy around and uncuffs him. He goes to take off the collar, but Benson stops him. "He looks good this way. I'll make sure it's returned to you." He and Gavin shake hands, but then Benson holds the back of boy's collar and leads him out of the club, and for that alone, Brandon gives thanks. "I have my own car here. If you want, we can get together at my place."
"No," answers Benson. Follow me." "Okay, Sir," answers Brandon, and points to his car.
Benson lives only a few minutes away, in a luxury apartment building that Brandon's never been in before. He shows Brandon where to park. Before they enter the building, he takes off the collar and tells the boy to button his shirt. "don't want to advertise that you're a teen slut to the elderly women in the building." And so the humiliation begins.
Benson inserts a key to take them to the top floor. Impressive. "I want you stripped 15 seconds after we go through the door, pup." He opens the door and lets Brandon in first, then stalls before entering to see Brandon nude and getting ready to kneel.
"You realize that it's foolhardy not to mention limits before entering a strange man's apartment?"
"Gavin vouched for you, Sir. He let you lead me out of the club in His collar. I figured you're not a monster. Besides, you let go when I cried out."
"Then I'll consider it as your safe word."
"Or RED, Sir."
"By the way, I saw your pictures, Brandon. They're getting around. Could get you into trouble."
"How so, Sir?"
"Give some sadists the idea that what you show in the pics is what you usually take, but I suspect it isn't."
"Why do you say that, Sir?"
"Just a sense I have about you, boy, despite your daring bravado walking so exposed through a group a ravenous dudes just hungry for young dick."
"The types of guys I like to hang out with usually aren't much interested in my dick, Sir."
Benson smiles at him and pats him on the cheek. "Yes, indeed. I'm surprised you're not caged, boy."
"Lived caged almost all the time last semester. Just got free recently. But it would have been good to be wearing a cage tonight, just for protection."
"Interesting point: the cage is for protection. I protects the slave from others, while also protecting the slave from its own selfish urges."
Brandon smiles up at him.
"Follow me to my play room, boy. I promise you that you will not be marked up much tonight as I explore your body and your submission."
He leads the way and Brandon follows, mesmerized by the beauty of this place.
"In the morning I'll let you look at everything closely. But for now, custody of the eyes, slave. And hop up on this table."
Brandon focuses on what he's being told and gets up on the table with a little help from Benson. "All fours, slave." Brandon obeys. "Ever wore a humbler before, boy?"
"Not yet, Sir." Benson chuckles at the way Brandon has given him an invitation. He goes to get his, come behind the boy, pulls its balls back through its legs and soon Brandon is locked in and now understand why it's called a "humbler." It forces him to bend over. Benson binds the slave's neck by its collar all the way down to the table. He fastens manacles on the slave and has his arms raised in the air in a stress position that could quickly get painful. "You may beg to be released if necessary, but I'd really like you to sink down inside yourself and understand how appropriate it is for a slave like you to be in this position, fully realizing the terrible things I could do to you if I chose to."
"Tell me, slave, what would your mother think if she saw you in this position?"
"She's be happy for me, Sir, and tell me to be a good boy for you. But you could be damn sure that she's already gotten several staff members investigating who you are and if you can be trusted."
"And I'm sure that Gavin and that other fellow are also looking into things as well."
"Nate? The other guy? Nah. He wouldn't be caring enough."
"What? are you nothing but an object for him?"
"Think so, So."
"Is that okay with you sometimes, slave?"
"Yes, Sir. Definitely with Him."
"But now, here with me, what do you consider yourself to be?"
"Just a trivial entertainment, Sir, A notch in your belt."
"You insult me, slave, assuming that is the way I think of you. My goodness, Brandon, it sounds like somebody really broke your spirit not too long ago."
"sir, I would like to safe-word talk about that is that's okay with you."
Benson unclips Brandon's collar from the table and stands there with his erect cock pointed at his face.
"Suck my cock, slave." He holds himself just far enough back that the slave has to strain to get his mouth on the cock. Benson gradually move forward, making it easier. Brandon is finally able to ignore that pain in his bound body as he loses himself serving Benson's impressive phallus.
"That's good, boy slave. That mouth is made to receive cock, to pleasure cock, to bathe it with your dripping tongue. Play with my slit, faggot. Make me feel how hungry you are for what faggots need to eat. Damn, so good, boy. I can see why Doms like to whip you so much. You need to be whipped as punishment for how much you want to consume cocks."
Benson pulls out and goes behind the slave, puts some lube in its hole and then gently enters the slave's ass until he is all the way in. "Fucking you is exquisite, boy. So easily your hungry hole swallows me up." Benson starts pounding, pulling all the way out and then driving all the way deep inside the boy's back channel. "Yes, you are true pussy, slaveboy. Pussy mouth. Pussy ass. Pussy mind." Tell me what you are."
"I'm a slave, Sir, with two hungry holes, available for your pleasure and the pleasure of any other man who will have it."
"You are a fallen angel, child, sent to give pleasure to men who like to rule over faggots. You are fucking lower than a faggot, slave."
Benson withdraws and takes a wet nap, cleaning his dick so he can ram it into the slave's mouth again. But before he does that, he takes a 7 inch dildo and works it up the boy's ass. The last inch is a bit of a struggle. Brandon cries out and whimpers. "That's right, slave. Let me rape you. Whimper for me nicely or I'll get a bigger dildo."
"Big enough, Master, please!" Brandon cries out in the midst of his whimpering.
"You call Me Master, slave? encouraging. Yeah, I'd like to own you, teach you how to serve Me in all ways." Benson comes back to the boy's mouth and pounds it as well, trying to get deeper into the slave's throat. "I'm gonna shoot my load down your throat, slave. Taste every drop of it." He leaves only the tip in the slave's mouth and stroke Himself until as last He shoots His cum onto the slave's tongue. "Taste every drop, faggot. Take your supper like a good boy. Slowly. Toy with it with your tongue. Don't swallow yet. Hold Me in that mouth and savor every drop of what I want you to have."
Benson moans with pleasure. "Okay, bitch, drink it down. Make room for My piss, faggot. Taste and swallow, taste and swallow. Every drop, pig. Swallow down My piss slave. that's all you're good for. That's a good boy. Drink Me down." Benson takes His fingers and touches the slave's tears and spread the over its cheeks. "Almost done, pig. check to make sure I'm completely drained into you. Suck My tip and clean it, boy."
Benson withdraws and begins to slap the boy's face. "Yeah. Take it." He goes and unbinds the slave's hands and helps massage it as it tries to undo the pain in its arms and shoulders.
"I'm surprised that no one's claimed ownership of you, boy. You're a pretty ripe candidate. I'd have you clean my whole apartment then whip you until you pass out and when you wake up you'll find yourself bound into a cage and I'll invite my friends over to get a look at my latest possession."
"Not ready to give myself away again, Sir."
"Who the fuck is talking about you giving yourself, away, slave? I've captured you and I'm keeping you now and I won't hesitate to keep you locked up until you . . . "RED, RED, RED! screams Brandon.
"Okay, boy. Only talking tough. Sorry I scared you. But you inspired me by the quality of your submissiveness, boy. You really must have had a terrible experience."
"It was sweet at first but then got ugly, Sir. Had to escape."
"sorry you went through that. It's going to take time to recover, I understand. But damn! Your spirit cries out to be taken and owned but your bad memories get in the way."
"Master, several men are ruling over me right now and in that way I am owned. Owned by a group of Doms whose power over me feeds my deepest needs, but in the end, I return home and I'm free again until summoned once more. That's all I can manage now. All I need."
"Owned by a community. Interesting. Taken and used and then put away wet once more."
"Yes, Master."
"Yet still you call Me Master. I broke through some of your walls, slave."
"yes, Master, you did."
"Well then, as far as putting you away wet, slave, You may put your clothes on again and I'll send you home for now. But keep in mind that I want you, faggot. And I will be summoning you again, hoping that your dance card isn't all filled up. And each time with Me will be different. Each time you'll serve as I wish. Each time. Send me a list of hard limits, boy, so I can make plans how to teach you what it means to be owned by Me."
"Will do, Sir."
Benson helps the boy, in ragged condition, to get dressed again and then walks him out to the car, still collared. They say goodnight and Brandon drives off, free again for now.
Before he goes to bed he decides to send the email that Steven demanded.
Dear Master Steven,
The most humiliating moments during my time with You were those two moments when I was forced to hold the tip of your cock in my mouth and not move, simply waiting, waiting waiting for your piss to begin flowing into this slave's mouth. I always tremble inside from how I am being used, how gross it used to seem to me, and tonight, for the first time, just like you said would eventually happen, I found myself looking forward to having your piss in my mouth and gulping it down while you continually insulted and degraded me. I asked myself "what is happening to me?' as I was so shocked at how much I actually wanted to drink your piss for you to show you how much I respect and like you, and how much I always need to be reduced to almost a subhuman status being used as a urinal. For the first time in my life, when I looked at you across the dinner table (and thank you for that!), I found myself wanting to drink your piss! Wanting it!
Twinknight was chaotic and not very successful. Their advertising did not attract many young guys like myself, but rather a whole gang of older men hungrily hoping to get their hands and their mouths on young dudes like myself. Even though two other Doms were keeping a close watch on me, I was groped more times than I could count (and I wished that I had still been caged) by dirty old men, and I was offered blowjobs from so many. Something new. Anyway, as it turned out, I ended up being taken home by a talented Dom and he made good use of me and found ways to humiliate me by the way he bound me to a table and then used both my mouth and my ass for his pleasure, and, of course, had me take yet more piss.
He told me he had a hard time believing that no Master has yet claimed me. I spoke a little bit about my past bad experience, but begged him not to make me go into much detail. He told me that he was thinking of locking me up and keeping me for himself. I safe-worded and he said he was only trying to talk hot. Again He told me that He would really like to claim me for himself, that boys like me should not be allowed to roam free of discipline and control. I explained to him that in a way I am owned, by a group of men who all feel free to subjugate me and use me however they want, so in many ways I am constantly reminded that I am nothing but a slave whose duty it is to serve and obey Superior Men. He ordered me to consider him part of that group and so I guess I have another Master.
The best and most humiliating time of all in my life right now is the way you and your team are dealing with me, giving me interesting work to do but always finding ways to press me down into sub space and remind me that I am nothing but a toy for you all and that you have absolutely no feelings towards me other than scorn and a slight disgust that a boy like me should be such a faggot slut meant to obey Superior Men.
Today I will finish up the work I was given yesterday, which is taking a lot of time because the writing was so sloppy, I'm reminded of a story I once read about a boy kept slave by his brother and his friends in a college dorm and how, as time went on, they began living like slobs, leaving their clothes and towels all over the place since they now had a slave to clean up after them. It seems you are all doing the same thing, paying very little attention to good writing, leaving that all up to your corporate slaveboy to tend to.
Tonight my Mom got me tickets to see West Side Story. I'm going with a man who likes treating me like a little. He is very kind and took good care of me when I first got home after my nightmare experience. I'm looking forward to seeing the production. It is one of my favorites.
Tomorrow I am claimed by a Master I met through gsm, who ordered me to mark off from Saturday afternoon until around 3 am Sunday morning. he wanted me earlier this week but since my body was so marked up by another Master's beating, he said he would wait until my body was once again a "blank slate" so he could write on it his way. Interesting notion. I have no idea what I'm in for, but it doesn't matter, considering how much of a faggot slut slave I am being trained to become.
I will write again at the end of the weekend if I'm in any shape to write. thank you for your guidance and for directing me how to live now.
slave brandon
The next day He finishes the work that he was given and prepares to go to West Side Story that night. Finally, Andrew is happy to be going with him.