THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 2. Bare.
3 am. Brandon is in bed with Andrew and his rectum was throbbing but not in a painful way. Andrew proved to be very skilled at ass play and spent several hours gently opening up the boy's channel with muscle-relaxing lubes and creams and his large fingers and a set of butt plugs that gradually got larger as the evening went on. Andrew had promised the boy that there would be no pain, and he made good on his promise and Brandon was amazed at how good he made it feel and felt the deep groans coming from deep inside him and being slowly forced from his mouth as the plugs keep opening him up and stretching him far beyond anything he thought possible until at last, Andrew was able to take the boy with his thick nine inch dick and make love to him until the boy was making noises he never realized he could make as he kept crying out "open me up, open me up, take me, Andrew, take me completely."
At one point Andrew uses a special wand to massage the boy's prostate and after Andrew had emptied himself into the boy, he made sure the boy would have an orgasm that caused him to see stars and he just kept thanking Andrew for taking such wonderful possession of him. "This will have to last you for a while, boy, because you will need some time to close up again before anyone will able to take you again the way I did. Too often is not good; you won't be able to close up again. So every single time is a new adventure and even can be considered as a new evening of rape and possession. But remember what I told you: no pain, never any pain. If it hurts, the guy isn't worthy of possessing you this way."
Brandon was amazed at how wonderful everything was and resolved that when he was ready again he would return to Andrew and surrender to him again. Using the word "surrender" in his thoughts was a very different experience than it had been when he was forcing himself to surrender to things that were painful or demeaning or humiliating, all the things Brandon had been told he deserved.
This was so much more wonderful. Now it is 3 am and Andrew is spooning him. Half asleep, Brandon thinks he is in Justin's arms and rolls over to bury his face in Justin's chest near his armpit, and this wakes up Andrew. "Hey, little fellow, you really like to snuugle, eh? This wakes up Brandon, and once he realizes what he has done and that he is not in Justin's arms and won't be ever again, he starts to cry and tries to apologize to Andrew. "Shhh!" says Andrew, "it's okay, little one." (Andrew is very big.). Brandon can't stop crying. Andrew holds him to himself and lets him cry into his chest and strokes the back of his head. "Let it out, babe, let it all out. I'm a big guy, I can take it."
"I'm so sorry, so very sorry," Brandon cries. "I thought you were my Mast... oh shit!" And he begins sobbing.
"Woah, pup, woah. It's okay. I've got you. Don't be sorry. Just let it all out." And that starts the sobs welling up from deep within Brandon's soul. "I loved Him. I loved Him so much I did anything He wanted no matter how difficult, and He turned hard and mean and whipped me so bad!"
"SShhh," repeats Andrew. "You got whipped, that's terrible. I'd cry too if that happened to me. But it's all over now. You're here with me and I don't hurt young boys like you. You are safe with me, sweet one. And if I want to spank you, even that will feel good. I promise."
"Please don't call me sweet," Brandon sobs. "He called me sweet, but then He called me a fucking idiot and punished me and I realized He didn't love me really, He just loved what He could do to me. Some things were awful."
"Nothing for you awful in my house, dear boy. I'll just lie here and hold you and you can tell me anything you want." And he picks up part of the sheet and uses it to dry Brandon's tears. "Tell me all about it, baby boy."
"He went away and left me alone and when He came back He was so cold, so mean and He called me faggot slave and stupid and the whip hurt so much and I screamed but He wouldn't stop. Said I deserved to be punished because I went outside alone. Oh crap!!!!!" Brandon suddenly sits up in the bed.
Andrew gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom to get a warm wet washcloth and comes back to wipe Brandon's face with it. "Gavin told me a little but not that it was so awful. Told me to treat you gently and I will baby, I will. I promise. You are safe now. It's all over, Brandon. You're with me and I'm a big teddy bear, baby." And Andrew wipes Brandon's neck dry with his beard.
"Teddy bear?"
"Yes, baby.
Brandon runs his hand through the abundant hair on Andrew's chest. "You furry, Sir."
"I'm not a Sir. I'm just Andrew the Teddy Bear. You like my fur?"
"Yes. It feels good in my fingers. I don't have any fur."
"I know. Boys like you should be bare all the time, dear."
"I was, but some is growing a back in again."
"Well, we can take care of that. I love shaving young boys bare. Tell you what: Let me give you a nice warm bath with nice soap and then I'll take my razors and shave off every bit of your hair and make you completely bare again and rub nice oil into you everywhere."
"Oh that sounds so nice. And my head too?"
"You want me to shave your head bare too?"
"Please, Andrew? Please make me look completely different than before. All bare. A nice bare young boy.'
"Oh I'd love to do that. And then spank your bare and make it feel so good and make you realize that you are meant to be cared for this way. Oh, and my friends will enjoy looking at you and touching you, and who knows, you might find a Master who can treat you right."
"Is it okay not to use the M word, Sir?"
"Of course it is, baby. We are all here to do what we love doing the most. I love giving nice boys a special warm bath, then shaving them bare. And I am going to love making you bare, pretty boy. Here. Eat this gummy. It will mellow you out."
Andrew goes into the bathroom and starts running a warm bath with a special lotion in it. He comes back to the bed and picks Brandon up in his strong arms and carries him into the bathroom while Brandon buries his face in Andrew's deep fur. He lays the boy gently down into the water and Brandon begins to coo and purr, and the water feels so good and the lotion heals what traces are left of the last brutal whipping he had receives. It all feels so good and the boy smiles, feeling the warmth and the healing and the safety and what it is like to be cared for by a truly Superior Man.
Andrew tenderly bathes the boy from the top of his fuzzy head all the way down to the spaces between his toes, then pulls the plug, helps the boy stand and wraps him in a large warm blanket. Partly from habit and partly simply because of gratitude, Brandon slides down to the floor and bows to the ground before this Man who has been washing away all the former pain and who is teaching him the meaning of safety in a way he never understood before. And he feels totally safe now, wrapped in the towel and bowed down resting his lips on Andrew's feet but not daring to kiss them.
"You may kiss my feet, boy. I understand what you are, but I know that you also have a lot to learn about having a Man take care of his baby boy." And Brandon kisses Andrew's feet, but not for long. Andrew helps him stand again, and once again, scooping him up, brings him into his own play room and sets him down upon a bondage table, spreading his legs wide and binding them down with soft fuzzy manacles and placing a tub of warm water on the table between the boy's legs. Then he stretches the boy's hands above his head as far as they will reach and binds them as well.
For Brandon, bondage never felt so wonderful. Part of it is because of what Andrew had given him to eat, part of it because of the lingering warmth of the gentle bath he was given, part of it because once again it feels so good to be gently bound, and part of it because of the gentle smile of this large furry Man standing over him and holding a razor and dipping it into the water.
Once again the boy's groin is shaved bare and he gets hard. "What a pretty cock you have, boy. I will enjoy giving it thrills," Andrew says as he lightly runs a finger up and down and all around the boy's rock hard dick and the boy shivers in delight. "Your cock is starved for pleasure, isn't it, Brandon?"
"Oh yes, Sir. It was forbidden much pleasure for a long time. Thank You, Sir." Andrew inspects Brandon's body and notes places where a few hairs have begun to appear again, and skillfully shaves them bare, around the boy's perky nipples and in his armpits as well. The Andrew releases one of the boy's legs and raises it up and bends it towards the boy's bound arm, holding it there while he shaves the bit of hair appearing between his legs. "There. All done. A nice, pretty, bare young boy ready for my special attention."
He removes all the boy's bonds and shows him how to use his arms to hold his legs towards his head, leaving his ass and his groin exposed to the open air. "Hold yourself there for as long as you can, Brandon, while I enjoy the sight." Brandon obeys, like always, so conditioned to do what a Superior Man tells him to do.
Andrew takes his camera and snaps a picture of the sight of the boy's bare private region. Then he takes a lubricated plug and gently inserts into the boy's hole, and all the boy feels is pleasure as it enters him and locks itself past the boy's sphincter, held in place naturally. He lets the boy release his legs and snaps another picture.
"Completely bare, Brandon, and the sight pleases Me so much."
"Not completely, Sir. I have a fuzzy head."
"Would like you like me to shave your head bare as well, my dear?"
"Oh yes, please, Sir. Take it all off. Make me bare all over, please?"
"Then sit up and wait there a bit until I can refresh the water in the bowl and get a couple fresh razors. I will take off your hair with a razor, not with a set of clippers. That way I can get it all."
Brandon sits quietly and can't help but think that every trace of what used to please the former Master so much will now be gone.
Andrew shaves the boy's head completely bald and then kisses him there. "The only hair remaining on your body is your eyebrows, baby, and they must remain so you don't look like a freak. But now, a warm shower. Soap yourself up good and make sure that all traces of hair are washed away." Andrew runs the shower, checks the temperature, and helps Brandon stand beneath the water. As Brandon washes himself, Andrew stands there and watches. "Slaves have no privacy," Brandon thinks to himself, daring to think of himself again as a slave. "Still a slave but not owned." He completes the thought.
Shower completed, Andrew again takes a nice towel and dries him completely. He brings the boy to a corner and sits in a chair and positions the boy over his knees and makes sure his still hard dick is held snugly between his legs.
"Now I spank my bare baby boy to help get him warm all over." And Andrew begins. The spanks seem more like caresses, but soon the warmth begins and as the pain begins to set in, Brandon experiences it as strokes of intense pleasure, and the boy can't help but thrust himself between Andrew's strong legs as the spanking continues until the boy's thriving is so frenetic that his powerful orgasm is felt all the inside him as he spills his seed onto the ground.
Andrew has him stand and bows down to take the boy's still pulsing member into his mouth and he sucks everything that remains and make the boy's cock clean again. Then he has the boy stand.
"Oh my goodness," he says, "you're spilled yourself on the floor. How should we clean it up?"
"Please, Andrew, let me?"
"Do what you wish, my boy."
Quickly Brandon falls to the ground and uses his tongue and mouth to lick up and consume what came from his own body and hears Andrew saying, "What a good boy you are, Brandon. How well you know your place. Good, good boy. Good, good slave."
This is the first time Andrew has called him "slave" and the word pierces not only his mind but also his heart and he doesn't want to arise.
"Stay down there as long as you need to, good slaveboy, then arise and suck my cock like the slut you you are. But don't choke in your eagerness to serve. Just swallow me as best you can."
Brandon takes delight to be on his knees, stripped bare of all manly hair, just a boy suckling a kind Master's cock, trying to show his gratitude to this man who is helping him learn that slaves don't need to be brutalized to be conditioned to obey. As he sucks Andrew's cock and drains him of what is in his balls, he feels love for the first time since it had been beaten out of him on that dark and terrifying night.
Andrew takes a hand and bids the boy stand. Again he lifts the boy into his arms and brings him into the bedroom. "I have something special for you, Brandon," he says. He takes a weighted blanket and wraps the boy in it tightly as if he were in swaddling clothes and they lays him down on the bed.
"Sleep now, dear one. Sleep and dream of how you can be possessed by kindness better than with cruelty. Sleep and dream of safety, and caring. Sleep and dream of being bare from head to toe and of how good it feels. There will be plenty of time for pain another time. For now, sleep, wrapped up safely. Sleep and be loved."
Brandon's eyes close and he sinks into a new order of sub space, and all is well.