THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 17. Michael's night with Zeke.
"Twinknight should have been called "Dirty old man night," Michael thinks to himself, dismayed by the size and make-up of the crowded club. The few real twinks he saw around were being mauled by older men like ants on a spilled cup of ice cream, and soon he, too, was being man-handled and groped by a number of men, some of whom had bad breath. One actually had his hand down the boy's pants and another under his shirt and was trying to lift it off him. And then, all of a sudden, he felt a wide slave collar being whipped around his neck and fastened in the back and a voice saying, "Back off, gents, this faggot belongs to me. I'm not kidding. Get your fucking filthy hands off My boy." It was Zeke, who quickly snapped a leash onto the collar while pushing away the last man determined to molest the boy. Zeke hugs the boy from behind and then he puts his own hands up the boy's shirt and begins working his nipples. Michael pushes back into him and groans, just about to cry out when Zeke lets go and shouts into Michael's ear (the music was very loud), "Either I'm going to strip you and offer you to all these creeps again or I'm going to pull you out the back door and into my truck and bring you home so I can make good on the promises I made you last time. Your call, bitch."
"Please, Sir, please take me with You."
"You ready for some more of My attention, boy? You ready to drink pain from Me? You ready to be My faggot slave for the night and take everything I want to do to you?"
"Yes, Master, please."
"Okay, boy. You asked for it. Hands behind your back." Zeke pulls a black strip of leather from his back pocket and uses it to bind the boy's hands together. "Come, Mikey." Michael has always hated being called that, but when Zeke says it, it makes him feel like a real twink slut.
Holding the end of the leash up high, Zeke pulls the boy to the back of the club, ignoring the fact that men are still trying to molest the boy (or actually allowing it), and pulls him out the back door and off to his truck parked in the back of the lot. "Damn glad I decided to come here tonight. Got myself a cute juicy slave to myself to enjoy. And I intend to enjoy every bit of it," he says, slapping the boy on the back of the head.
When they get to the truck, Zeke unbinds Michael's hands. "Okay, Mikey. Strip! Right here. I don't give a shit who sees you doing it. Hurry up. I've got a good mind to just rip that fucking shirt off you, boy."
"Fine with me, Sir." And so Zeke takes hold of it and tears it into pieces while a couple of men look on. Zeke gestures for them to come closer, points to one and says, "This is your lucky night, dude. Nibble on this faggot's nipple." And he gestures for the other man to do the same to the other nipple. And while they're doing that, He gives Michael that smile that makes him melt and spits into his face. "Mouth open, faggot." Michael opens, and Zeke spits several more times. Then he tells the men to stop and orders them to get down and take off his shoes and socks. "Might as well help Me strip this twink, give you a big thrill." Zeke steps back a bit, still holding the leash, watching Michael's face as he endures this public humiliation. He opens the door of the truck. "Throw that shit into My truck, dudes." They do so.
"Okay, here's your biggest treat of the night: take down its pants, all the way off." They jump at the chance and soon Michael is standing there stark naked while these creeps begin running their hands over his cock and balls while Zeke laughs at the sight. Suddenly, "Enough!" He shouts. "Now you've had your thrill. Get lost." The men leave reluctantly. And, cracking Michael on the ass, orders him to get in the car. He shuts the door and gets in on his side, laughing. "Damn, boy! Those guys will spend the rest of their lives jerking off to the memory of how they got to strip a twink and get their hands on its junk!" Despite his severe embarrassment, Michael can't help but chuckle at what Zeke is telling him.
"If it hadn't been so fucking crowded in there, boy, I would have stripped you and blindfolded you and offered you to anyone who wanted to handle you. Used your body to give some hungry Daddies a thrill. You ever serviced a Daddy's cock, boy?"
"No, Master."
"I know a couple real hot Daddies who would love to fuck your face, boy. Some day maybe. But tonight, you're all mine now." "Please, Master. Train me to be Your slave, Sir?"
"You sure you know what you're asking for, faggot?"
"Not really, Sir, but ready to be trained."
"I'll keep that in mind when you start begging Me to stop. Remember that belt whipping I promised you last time?"
"Yes, Master."
"well, that's how I intend to start with you. then we'll see how eager you are to be My faggot, Mikey."
"Eager, Master, but a little afraid."
"That's good, boy. Enjoy the feeling. Imagine you are a real slave and I just bought you at the market. Prisoner of war, maybe. Or trafficked. You should be afraid, little boy. I bought you. I fucking own you. And it won't take long for me to teach you how to obey. Got it?"
Michael is breathing heavy now. "Yes, Master."
"you ever eat ass? I mean REALLY eat ass? Crawl up inside my fucking rectum, slave?"
"Not much, Sir."
"well, when I take you down from My whipping post, you'll be begging for it. Believe me."
"You ever drink piss, faggot?"
"No, Master."
"Why the fuck not?"
"No one ever made me, Master."
"I'll keep that in mind, slave."
Michael really gets worried now. "Grossing you out, Mikey?"
"a little, Master."
"I appreciate your honesty, faggot. I'll get all the more pleasure out of hearing you swallow your first load tonight, slaveboy. Just one mouthful to get you started off this time. Get used to the idea."
Michael makes up his mind: he is determined to make sure that Zeke wants him back another time, no matter what it takes.
Zeke pulls up to his house, pushes a button, and the garage door lifts. "Look how lucky you are, Mikey. Won't have to parade around My neighborhood naked. Not this time, anyway. Like I said, I want you all to myself, boy, and I'm gonna teach you real good about what it takes to be My slaveboy. Told you this would happen sooner or later, faggot." Zeke pulls in and closes the door. Gets out of the truck and opens Michael's door. Takes the leash and pulls him out onto the garage floor. Opens the door to the house and continues leading him inside.
"This is when you get down on the floor and start crawling, faggot." Michael gets down and Zeke continues to lead him around the ground floor of the house into a side room, lit by strobes. "This might be a little disorienting at first, slave, but the second my strap bites into your flesh you'll settle down nicely. Welcome to Zeke's Dungeon. I hope you get to spend many happy hours here, Mikey. If you're brave enough."
He goes to his supplies and throws down a pair of manacles. "Get these on your wrists, faggot. They won't mark your wrists up like handcuffs." Michael clumsily tries, but finally gets the idea. Once they're on, Zeke orders him to stand. There's a chain hanging from the ceiling. Zeke attaches it to the manacles and next thing Michael knows, the chain is rising into the ceiling, pulling up his bound hands until he's stretched pretty tightly and forced to get up on his toes.
"You let Master know if those arms go numb, slave. Just shout out "arms!"
"Yes, Master."
"There's other ways to bind you down if you can't handle this way. But this is my favorite. You all stretched and helpless, slave. Your life is about to change, drastically, child. No longer a spoiled teenager. Those fucking days are over for you."
Zeke goes to the wall and pushes another button and now the lights are flying around the room like crazy. "don't fucking close your eyes, boy, or I'll stop everything and bring you right back home and you'll never be with me again. Do you understand, faggot?"
"yes, Master."
All of a sudden, sights and sounds fill up the room. Fuzzy scenes of boys being whipped while cries and screams echo throughout the room. And suddenly Michael realized that he is also one of the boys being whipped as Zeke's strap is laid across his ass and he gasps out loud. Again and again and again, and then onto his back and he is so lost in the scene that he can't tell where he's being whipped next, and his loud cries are joined to all the sounds coming through the speakers. And Zeke lays the strap right across the slave's nipples and he screams! And suddenly it all stops. All the sighs and sounds are gone and Michael is left hanging there sobbing and crying, his ass and back and front bathed in the pain of Zeke's lashes.
"What the fuck are you, faggot?" Zeke demands an answer.
"Your slave, Master."
"do I need to whip you more to get my point across, faggot?"
"No, please no, Master."
Zeke releases the chain and Michael falls to the ground, still crying, not having realized that Zeke is now naked as well. Zeke gets up on a table and bends down, shoving His ass out.
"I told you what to do after I got done whipping you, slave. Get to it. Get that fucking tongue up your Master's ass. Lick all over then shove it in as deep as you can get it."
It doesn't matter that Michael's never really done much of this before. Crazed by the pain and humiliation, his only thought is to please his Master, no matter what it takes. Michael pulls himself up off the floor and dives into Zeke' crack and does what Zeke wants.
"that's it, faggot. Eat my fucking ass like it's the best meal you've ever had. Get in deeper, slave!"
Michael responds as if he's been doing this all his life.
"That's it, pig. Wipe your tears in My asshole and then lick them all back up again. You're doing fine, slaveboy."
Michael is filled with joy to hear his Master praise him. A type of joy he's never felt before. A Master's praise as he humiliates himself.
Suddenly, "Enough! Back off!"
Zeke gets off the table and disconnects the chain from the slave's manacles and then switches so the slave's hands are bound behind its back. He roughly rubs his hands over the welts made by his strap on the slave's body and Michael starts crying out again.
"I love that sound, boy. Tells me I'm going a good job on you. Now go sit in that chair over there."
There is a chair in almost the middle of the room. Michael goes to sit in it, only to realize that it has no bottom. "Sit!" Zeke orders. Michael sits. Zeke spreads his legs and secures them with straps. Michael has never felt more exposed in his life. Legs spread, balls handing down through the open bottom of the chair.
Zeke takes clamps and puts them on the slave's nipples. "Who fucking owns these nips, faggot?"
"You do, Master."
"so then I can make them hurt as much as I want to?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good thinking, faggot." Zeke takes poppers and makes Michael take several deep hits. As soon as he's done, Zeke toys with the clamps and they suddenly get tighter. "Drink up the pain, slave. That's what you're here for."
While Michael is crying out and trying to cope with the pain from the clamps, Zeke picks up something that looks like a hardball on a string. He stands back and swings it at the chair and the ball swings under the open bottom of the chair and connects with the slave's balls and the slave screams out loud.
"You did such a good job eating your Master's ass, slave, that He's only going to swing the ball five more times." And he does. And Michael continues to scream.
"All done with that for now. One more toy to play with before we go upstairs."
Zeke takes a hefty wooden spoon and begins beating the slave's inner thighs with it. Michael just keeps on shouting and crying out and sobbing. Damn this really hurts! Even more than the strap.
By now Michael is soaking wet.
"What are you faggot?"
"Your slave, Master."
"What do you have to say for yourself, slave?"
"It all hurts so much, Master."
"You complaining, boy?"
"No, Master. sorry for saying that."
"Well a little punishment is called for, slave." Zeke reaches out to the clamps and tightens them some more and Michael screams out even more. Zeke leans down and puts his mouth to Michael's and starts kissing him tenderly as he reaches to loosen the clamps.
"How come you're taking so much pain from your Master, slave?"
Michael starts sobbing. "Because I don't want you to give up on me, Master."
"don't worry about that at all, baby," he says in a sweet voice. Zeke gets the boy unbound and helps him stand up. "Time to go upstairs. Give you a little break."
Zeke helps the boy up the stairs into the bedroom and lies on the bed with him and holds him in his arms.
"Okay, slave, let out all those tears and sobs. SSHH."
Zeke tends to the slave as it releases everything inside.
It takes quite a while before Michael is finally calmed down. Zeke is patient and is very good at after care. He unbinds the slave's hands and allows him to wrap his arms around his Master and lie there for a while.
"Okay, slave. Now I want you to get up off the bed and walk inside. Find the kitchen. Get a bottle of water and bring it in here, then kneel down by the side of the bed."
Michael gets up, stumbles a bit, but manages to find his way inside and soon comes back with the water. He kneels and holds it out for Zeke.
Zeke opens the water. "You must be mighty thirsty, slave."
`yes, Master. mighty thirsty."
Zeke take a mouthful of water and swallows it. Then tells Michael to open his mouth with his head back. He takes another mouthful and pours it into Michael's mouth. Michael drinks it greedily. Zeke repeats this several times.
"Good boy. Now go over to that table over there and take the bottle of lube and bring it back here."
Michael obeys.
"Okay, slave. Take the lube and get your ass ready for Me to fuck you while I watch."
More humiliation. "Make sure you're able to get four fingers all the way up there, slave. That's all the prep you're getting. Tell Me when that ass is ready for Me to fuck it."
Michael works his own ass, drinking in the intensity of the humiliation of having to prepare himself to get fucked by a Master. "Ready, Master."
"Up on the bed on your back."
"Hold your legs all the way up, boy. I want to look into My slave's face while I'm fucking the shit out of it."
When Michael is in position, Zeke gets up on the bed, positions himself, and then RAMS himself all the way into the slave's ass. The slave cries out.
"Oh fuck, feels so good, slave, raping your fucking ass like that. Just the way a slave should be raped. Except it's not really rape because you're such a faggot that you are enjoying the way I'm fucking you, aren't you, slave."
"Yes, Master," Michael says amid grunts and groans. Zeke keeps spitting in the slave's face and slapping it while he's fucking the slave's ass. Michael, much to his surprise, is grateful for what Zeke is doing to him. `Yeah, boy, you're becoming my slave for sure. Enjoying the attention your Master is giving to your face while He rapes you."
Zeke is really skilled at this. Before he finally cums, he's given the slave an anal orgasm and Michael is trembling from head to foot as its Master finishes inside him then collapses on top of him.
Without cleaning up either of them, Zeke settles on the bed, spooning the slave and nibbling on the back of its neck.
"thank You, Master."
"Took you where you've never been before, didn't I, faggot."
"Yes. Master. Probably ruined me for anyone else."
"I doubt it. You're a faggot slut. Meant to please anyone who decides to use you. Whatever it takes. Although I doubt anyone else will give you pain the way this Master does. but sleep now. No piss tonight since you've been such a good faggot. I'll save that for next time. I want you to keep thinking about it, though. Because next time I bring you over here, it's going to happen. Right after I whip you. Count on it."
"Yes, Master."
"SHHHSH! Sleep now. Mikey."
It doesn't take long, even though Michael's body is glowing with pain in so many places. There's something about Zeke. He orders the slave to sleep, so the slave immediately sleeps, like a good boy.