THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 18. Change of plans
Just in case you're wondering: Brandon and Andrew loved the production of WWS on Friday night, and after it was over, Andrew brought the boy to a local ice cream parlor and treated him to a child's size chocolate ice cream and when Brandon finished it, Andrew reached over and wiped the boy's lips with his handkerchief. Then he insisted on following the boy home and tucking him into bed with a teddy bear he had bought for him. And of course, he kissed the boy on the forehead before he left him, and left a light on in the bathroom in case he got scared in the dark. That was the extent of their interaction. Andrew knew the boy was facing a big trial the next day. Master Adam has a reputation among local folk.
Brandon was so comfortable after Andrew put him to bed that he slept in the next morning. When he finally realized it was 11 am, he panicked. He was to be at Master Adam's by noon. He hurriedly took a shower and shaved and, as he was drying himself, his phone rang.
"Hello? This is Brandon."
"boy, this is Steven. I had a call last night from your friend Andrew who was concerned because you were planning to spend most of the weekend with Master Adam. I contacted Ned and the others about this and we decided that we would not permit you to give yourself to Master Adam for reasons that we are not going to explain to you. Perhaps this is premature, us exerting more control over your free time, but this is for the best and is meant to protect you. We expect you to surrender to our wishes. Ned has contacted Adam and informed Him that from now on we are exerting the right of approval over who you give yourself to, and therefore you will not be allowed to visit Him now or at any other time. Do I make myself clear on this, boy?"
Brandon is disappointed and puzzled and even a little resentful. "Yes, Sir, I guess."
"I can hear the disappointment in your voice and also some resentment. It is understandable but not acceptable."
"But . . "
"Be careful when you use the word but with us, slave. Tell me what you were going to say."
"I'd been told, Sir, that my free time, especially on weekends, is my free time, but now it seems like you all are rewriting the rules."
"It is necessary, boy, considering how reckless you seem to be, going to an unknown person without vetting him, at least without checking with us before agreeing to make such an arrangement. That must not happen again."
"So now I need permission as to who I choose to play with?"
"To put it bluntly, yes. Understand that this is a relatively extreme case. Normally we are inclined to be much more lenient and permissive. Nonetheless, it would seem to make sense that you should use us as a resource, for your own protection as well as ours. We would not want to have anything happen to you as we regard you as somewhat of a possession of ours."
Brandon gets angry,. "Now wait a minute! That's what the former Master began calling me, a possession. That's one of the reasons I fled. Please don't call me that. I've gone along with everything so far. You know that. You all know that, even though this is a very weird setup."
"I will inform the others not to use that word, Brandon. However I will remind you that you have not been very open about what happened in the past. If we don't know, then we can easily inadvertently push your buttons. So please give some careful consideration about continuing to ask not to discuss what happened in the past. do you understand, slave?" (And he emphasizes the word slave.)
"Yes, Sir. I'm feeling more and more like I'm owned by four Masters."
"If we are all looking out for your good, and if we will at all times seek to protect you from your own impulsiveness, is that really a bad thing, slave?"
Brandon backs down. "I guess I should be grateful, but this is difficult."
"I understand that it is difficult. And we commend your bravery. We will discuss this further later today because I plan to claim you for Myself this evening and into the day tomorrow."
"So then, free time isn't really free time?"
"Perhaps. this will take careful thought. Tell Me, are you naked, boy?"
"Yes, Sir. Just got out of the shower. Was rushing because I woke up late and was supposed to be at Master Adam's by noon."
"And are you kneeling?"
"No, sir."
"Kneel!" that kicks right into Brandon's submissiveness and he kneels without even thinking about it, powerless to resist.
"Things are much easier to understand, slave, when you are behaving like the slave you are. N'est-ce pas?"
"Yes, Master. I'm sorry for being difficult."
"Don't worry, boy. That will be punished when I see you."
Brandon speaks more quietly. "Yes, Sir."
"That's better. Please don't forget that your father decided that this would be an ideal situation for you to be in, and planned accordingly."
Brandon was going to say, "sure. Yet another Master making decisions about my life," but thought better of it. So he says nothing.
Steven allows for a period of silence.
Then he speaks in an authoritative voice. "This is the way things stand. For your own protection, slave, from now on you will seek our permission before agreeing to meet with any Dom or Master. In addition to that, you will provide Me with your name and password to the gsm site and I reserve the right to look over your activity on it. Me personally, not all of us. Your free time is your free time provided none of us requires your service, but it is now somewhat restricted. Remember, slave, that surrender brings you peace. Remember also, that your type benefits the most from control, restriction and humiliation. Finally, understand that, to use your words, in essence you have four Masters, in addition to any others that you choose—with our permission---to give yourself to. Now take a deep breath and bow down to the ground and then tell you will obey everything I just told you about. Take your time. This is important."
Brandon's blood pressure is rising. He uses meditative techniques he has learned in the past to get it under control, and does bow to the ground resting his head in his hands. "I am a slave. I am a slave. I am their slave. They are controlling me. I am subject to their authority in all things. And finally, as he begins to cry, "I am their possession."
"I hear you weeping. That tells me you are beginning to understand, slaveboy."
"Still crying, Brandon forces out the words. I will obey everything you told me to, Sir."
"Good slave. I am pleased with your surrender."
"Any further instructions, Sir?"
"Eat lightly today. Go out to the store, dressed normally, and buy bread and rice. Keep a bowl of cooked rice in the refrigerator. I will be by at 5 pm. When you hear me pull up to the house, come outside naked and get in the car. That is all."
Steven disconnects the call.
Brandon throws himself on the bed, weeping. Once he's cried it all out, he puts on some clothes and goes to do the shopping.
By the time he gets back to the house, he feels somewhat better. "I am a slave. I am their slave," he repeats to himself as he is cooking the rice, understanding full well what it means that he is cooking rice.
He makes himself a ppnj sandwich and then goes back downstairs. He gets a text from Michael. "Still with Zeke. He's really good at aftercare. Not sure when I'll be home. Trying not to fall in love with Him."
"Be careful, brother! Change of plans. Not going to Master Adam. Will be with Steven tonight. Not sure when He'll be doing with me. No love in this for me at all, thank God!"
At 4 pm Barry calls.
"Hi, Dad! Good to hear from you."
"Hello, son. I understand that your plans got changed today and there's been a bit of confusion about roles and things. I'm sure it will all get settled tonight. Please don't hesitate to call if you need to talk."
"Thanks for the offer, Dad. I'm sure things will work out. I'll be with Steven tonight."
"That's good. Remember that they all have your best interests at heart. But I'm not calling about that. Mom and I would love to see you. How about coming over for dinner tomorrow evening?"
"That would be wonderful, Dad. I'll have to check with Steven. I don't know what He has planned. Let's say that unless you hear from me, I'll see you tomorrow evening."
"Great. Will 6 pm be good."
"It should be, Dad. Hopefully. I'm sure Steven will give permission for that."
"Will it help if I call to confirm with him?
"Actually, that would be great, Dad. Simplifies things in the long run."
"Fine. Then we'll plan to see you at 6. if there's any change I'll either notify Steven or text you."
"Sound good, Dad. Thank you for helping. Give Mom a big hug for me."
"I will, son. And don't worry. Things will become clear very soon. Goodbye for now. Be a good boy."
"Will do, Sir. Bye bye, Dad."
After the call, Brandon can't help but feel even more under control in some way that he can't quite put his finger on, yet. Why does Barry know what's going on? Why didn't he react to his asking for permission? Why did he tell him to be a good boy? All these questions are only going to get him more confused and upset. He does what he knows best: he bows to the ground and focuses on his breath. The words keep coming to mind: `I am a slave. I am their slave." And another suggestion from his inner sub rises to the surface. "By surrendering I will find my peace."
He takes a quick shower before Steven comes to pick him up. Shortly before the hour he waits by the front door, ready to scoot out and get into the car, hoping no one else sees him leaving the house naked.
Steven pulls up exactly at 6. Brandon leaves the house and quickly gets into the car.
"Afraid of being seen, boy?"
"Actually, yes, Sir. Most of the neighbors know me."
"So if they see you getting into my car naked, they'll begin to understand things about you they never realized before. It will all work out, boy. Stop being concerned about what non-kinky folk think of you. Focus on the present. Here you are, naked in my car. You have nothing. You are nothing other than what I and the other members of the team decide what you are." He notices that Brandon is hanging on to his house key so tightly that his fingers are turning white. "Hand me that key, boy." Brandon obeys.
"Good. Now you truly have nothing. A good way for this evening to begin."
Brandon breathes heavily and says, "Whatever you think best, Sir."
Steven pats his bare thigh. "That's the attitude we're looking for, boy. it makes things so much easier for you, doesn't it, than the way you were reacting and struggling earlier today?"
Brandon doesn't answer.
"Always answer when we ask you a question, boy."
"Yes, Sir, it does make things easier."
"Slaves always end up suffering when they struggle against their circumstances, boy. don't forget that. Today was a good example of that."
"Yes, Sir, this slave is beginning to understand that surrendering brings peace."
"Everything will become completely clear this evening, Brandon. I promise you that."
"I will put my trust in your promise, Sir."
"good boy. of course, I'm sure you realize that you are going to be punished for your attitude this morning."
Brandon sighs. "yes, Sir."
"Punishment hurts, but in the long run it really helps."
"But not always, Sir."
"Explain what you just said, brandon."
brandon hesitates. "Come on, boy, tell me when punishment didn't end up helping."
"the last time, J...J...J...my old Master punished me it wasn't done to help me be a better slave. It was done so that the Master could pour out His anger and even scorn of me. It was like He really didn't care how much it was hurting me, Sir."
"Describe the circumstances. What did He do to you?"
"He locked me in stocks and then flogged me really hard. I safeworded and it only made Him even more angry. He switched to a more severe flogger and whipped me until I was screaming my lungs out, then left me there for a long time soaking up the pain. There was no love there any longer and my heart was broken. When He finally let me loose He didn't even touch me. He just sent me off to service one of his friends. He didn't even let me try to express any submission by licking his feet or sucking his cock the way I always used to have to do. Everything changed."
"Is that what led you to break free from Him?"
"yes, Sir. It was. The next morning."
"Thank you for telling me this. I know it was hard for you to recall, but this is the way that healing happens. I assure you, boy, that whenever one of us punishes you, it will be to help you understand things and to help you settle more deeply into your understanding of yourself as a slave. And that is what will happen when I punish you this evening."
Brandon's eyes start to tear up. "Yes, Sir."
Steven stays silent after this and allows the slave to process what it has just been taught, and to cry as much as it needed to.
When they get to the house Steven reaches into his pocket and hands brandon a handkerchief. "Wipe your eyes and blow your nose, boy."
A van is parked next to the house but brandon, with all the feelings going on in his body and mind, doesn't really register that it is there.
Steven tells brandon to get out of the car and go to ring the doorbell. When he does so, the door opens and Kelton is standing there.
"Ah, the slave has arrived. Excellent." He is carrying a heavy slave collar and quickly collars the slave and leads it into the house and to a sitting room where he sees Frank and Ned already seated and sipping glasses of what he guesses is wine. He stands there in the center of the room, every much aware of his nakedness and a bit apprehensive of what is going on.
Ned, as leader of the team, speaks up. "In light of the events this morning, the conversation with Steven, the change in your plans and Steven's attempts to help you understand the way things are going to be, we decided it would be best for all of us to be here together so we can do our best to help you understand. You were having trouble accepting reality, accepting that actually, despite the fact that you live in your own home and have a certain degree of personal freedom and agency, you are indeed a slave, a slave who has four Masters in a rather unique configuration. Brandon begins to speak and Kelton quickly orders, "Silence! We will speak and you will listen. And lower your eyes, like the slave you are, boy."
Ned continues. "You understand that you deserve to be punished for your outbursts this morning. Hold your silence and don't make things worse. In order to help you understand better what you are and who we are, we felt it best that all of us be present to witness your punishment so that you have no doubt as to the way things are. Usually, Steven is the one on our team who will be responsible for punishing you when it is needed, and so, Steven will be the one to punish you now as we all sit here and observe it. Please understand that we all agree a severe punishment is needed; understand that this punishment is from all of us together although Steven is the one who will be wielding the lash."
Kelton and Frank get up from the couch and go into another room and they come back carrying a sort of platform just a few inches high with a soft surface and a few eyehooks and straps attached. They settle it in the center of the room. Kelton points to the platform and says "Kneel!"
Brandon kneels. Frank comes behind him and makes sure that the slave's legs are spread as far as they possibly can. He and Kelton wrap the straps around the slave's lower legs and makes them snug so it is unable to move them. "Hands behind your back, slave!" Kelton orders. Brandon does as ordered while Frank binds his wrists with leather bonds as tightly as possible. Ned comes over to him and attaches a short chain to the front of the slave's collar and then pulls the slave down so it is bowed almost to the top of the platform and then connected there, so its head only has a few inches of motion possible.
Brandon realizes that this is a serious matter and his inner sub, despite his fear, is completely turned on by what is happening to him. All the men except for Steven are seated once again, watching him. Again, Kelton speaks. "You do not have to keep your eyes lowered while you are being punished, slave. It would be best if you would look into each of our eyes to realize that we are watching you be punished, hoping that this will help you understand all the things you had trouble understanding this morning."
Steven comes to stand before him. "Look at Steven. Look at what He is holding in His hands," Kelton orders. Brandon sees that Steven is holding a long whip. Steven speaks gently to him. "What is your name?" "Brandon"
"what are you?" "a slave."
"Whose slave are you?" "your slave, Sirs, all of you." This reminds him of the way he'd been questioned many times by Doms and Masters in the past.
"How many Masters do you have, slave?"
"This slave has four Masters."
"Why are you bound before us, slave?"
"because your slave is going to be punished."
"Do you deserve to be punished, slave?"
"Yes, Masters, it deserves to be punished." Why is it, he wonders, that the answers come to his mind so readily?
"What is the purpose of this punishment, slave?" brandon notes that they haven't asked him why he is being punished. that is obvious, he guesses.
"to help it understand, Masters, to help it understand what it is, to help it become a better slave for its Masters."
"You speak well, slave. While you are being punished, as you are about to cry, you are to tell us how sorry you are for your behavior this morning."
Steven walks away and adjust the lighting in the room. It is dimmed, but a bright light is shining on the slave's ass.
Brandon hears the whip slash through the air and a strip of fire land across his ass. Not too severe yet. He raises his eyes and looks into the eyes of the men seated there and sees how intently they are watching his humiliation and punishment.
Steven continues whipping the slave. After about 10 lashes, it begins to cry. After 12, the slave keeps crying out, "I'm sorry, Masters, I'm sorry." By twenty its entire ass is on fire and there is not end to how Steven continues to lay lashes on the slave's welted ass. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," it cries out as it looks into the faces of the Masters, and begins to understand that these men have complete power over its existence now. It begins to sob and cannot speak any longer, but bows its head to the ground and prays the whipping will cease but still Steven begins to swing the whip and the boy wonders if its ass has started to bleed yet. Finally the punishment seems to end and brandon is collapsed onto the platform and realizes that it has discovered new depths of humiliation and discipline and slavery. The Masters are silent and keep watching the slave as it sobs out every trace of its pride, every trace of its willfulness, and knows that it has discovered what it always was seeking: pain, humiliation, punishment and total degradation before these four men who think of themselves as its Masters.
They watch and wait for it to finally collapse in surrendered silence. Steven lays the whip across the slave's back and goes to sit down with the others. Finally, Frank goes to release its legs from their bonds while Ned releases the chain from the platform but lets it continue to hang from the slave collar, a constant reminder of how it was bound.
The spotlight is turned off and the lights remain very dim. There is hardly any light in the room. Kelton gives the order: "Crawl to Master Steven and show Him your gratitude for the care He has given you today." brandon crawls over to him as Steven opens his pants. The slave knows that to do. It raises itself so that it can put its mouth over the head of Steven's cock and the slave slowly begins to suck this Master's cock, showing at the same time its total submission to whatever decisions Steven will make about its life in the future. It takes quite a while, but the men are all patient. Finally, with a large groan, Steven comes into the slave's mouth and it swallows everything and starts to lift its mouth off the blond man's cock but Steven holds its head in place. "There's more for you to swallow, slave," he says softly and brandon knows what is coming next. Steven begins to piss in its mouth and its gulps are heard throughout the room as it submits to Steven's desire to use it this way as well. Finally, Steven is finished and the slave sucks the remaining juices out of the Master's cock and cleans its slit. Steven gently pushes it away and orders it to crawl to the next Master, Master Kelton.
The same thing happens again three more times, although Frank and Ned have no desire to make the slave swallow their piss as well. Two loads are enough, they figure. They don't want the slave to get sick.
When all is completed, Steven speaks again. I remind you what I told you this morning. You have permission to continue to offer yourself out to other Doms and Masters who might take an interest in you, but you ask us for permission before agreeing to give yourself to them. Tomorrow you provide me with your login information to the gsm site and I alone will keep tabs of your activity there and instruct you if necessary. You understand now that we are your Masters as well as your professional bosses. We will instruct you about writing and editing tasks we require as well as deadlines. Sloppy work on your part will be punished with the cane from now on. Missed deadlines will also be punished. Your free time is your own, as long as we have no further need of your attention and obedience. You will not seek a Master. We own you. We are your Masters. You are our possession. You will let go of your previous dislike for that word and accept its new meaning. I repeat: You are our possession. Accept that and surrender to it. We will guide you and protect you and make sure that any need you have is taken care of in addition to your generous salary. Understand that you are not being paid to be our slave. You are our slave and slaves receive no remuneration. You are paid as our copyist and writer. You will meet with us separately or together as we require. You will serve each of us as a complete sex slave, meeting each of our individual needs and desires without resistance and to the best of your abilities.
"As much as is humanly possible, you will cultivate the habit of asking us for permission for most of the things that ordinary boys and men enjoy of their own free will. Although you have free time, you have little free will. The more your obey, the more you surrender to us, the more you will discover your deepest identity, and in that you will find joy and peace such as you have never known before. It is not a question of being loved. You tried that before and discovered how fragile and illusory the love between a Master and a slave might be. You will not seek it again. We do not love you. We own you.
"Now: my household staff has prepared a wonderful meal for us and it is sitting in warmers in the kitchen. You will arise and go to the kitchen, put on the apron you find waiting there for you, and you will serve us our meal and do our bidding. During the meal, we will perhaps offer you morsels of food. That is your dinner. After the meal, the other Masters will leave for the evening, you will clean the kitchen. I will make use of you as I wish for the rest of the evening. After the others leave, I will tend to your whipped ass, but until then you will simply continue to bear the pain as an extended part of your punishment. If you ever resist us or show any sign of struggle against us, this punishment will be repeated and will continue to be repeated until you have learned that the only option you have is to surrender to what you have become. No one besides we four and your Father will know about the nature of this relationship. Obviously, you will find creative ways to indicate to any interested parties that you do not wish to seek a Master or to ever be owned again in the future because of what happened to you back up north. Now go to the kitchen and get ready to serve us our dinner. You will not speak again unless one of us asks you a direct question. Go now."
Kelton stands up and helps the subjugated slave up onto its feet and guides it into the kitchen. Walking is painful and will continue to be so for the rest of the evening. And yet, despite all that has happened and all that has been said, the slave is beginning to discover within itself a measure of peace that it had never realized before. The struggle it had since it first arrived at the U several months ago has come to an end and it has discovered where it belongs. In that it finds its peace.