THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 21. Dinner at Mom and Dad's; gsm; special breakfast.
Brandon and Gary walk into the house and Barry greets them and gives them a tour of the new home he and Mom have set up and decorated. With great delight, he shows Brandon the room they've set aside as "his room" for whenever he would like to use it. Brandon can't believe how nice it is and how Mom selected artwork that he would enjoy, including some things by Tom of Finland and Robert Mapplethorpe. Wow.
"It would really be fun for us to play here," Gary whispers to Brandon, who nods in agreement. Meanwhile, Gary wonders what it would cost to get a couple of prints like that for his room back at his house.
Barry asks Gary if he could speak to Brandon in private, so Gary leaves to go say hello to Mom. "So how are you doing at this point? is everything working out?"
"Yes, Dad, things are working out fine now after some confusion. Haven't they told you anything about it?"
"no, son. I've specifically asked to be kept out of the loop at this point. I'm happy that things seem to be working out. That's what I was hoping when I put you in touch with them. At this point, I think it best for me to withdraw and not to be given any more information unless you yourself want to speak to me about anything. Otherwise, things could easily get confused and that wouldn't be any good especially as you and I are still in the process of establishing our own relationship."
"Dad, that's awesome. I was starting to get confused about things and it was really upsetting because I was beginning to wonder who much you . . "
Barry cuts him off. ". . . say no more, brandon. Your employment with them and anything else that goes on is your own private business and I am determined not to cross the boundary I'm trying to set up. I put you people in contact with one another because I suspected that it would offer you things that you might want to have as part of your life. Other than that, I don't need to be involved. Most of the divisions in my corporation operate independently without my interference. So that means you can always be comfortable speaking to me about anything you want, or about nothing if that is your choice. The important thing that it is your choice. I'm your father, sweetheart. I respect and love you. I am always available to you any way you need." Brandon moves in for a big hug.
"This is just want I was hoping would happen, Dad, so thank you."
"Always, son. Let's go down. I know Mom is excited to get to see you and your friends tonight."
They go downstairs and Barry shows Brandon where the kitchen is. he quickly becomes a little boy and loses himself in his mother's arms and they chatter away the way they've always done.
"You look so good, baby. Better than I've seen you since you came back from the U. Things seem to be looking up for you."
"I am, Mom. The job is great. I'm happy with my relationship with my bosses. I'm really surprised about a couple of things, but they are good surprises. And they're paying me so much!"
"You deserve it, sweetheart. And I understand that they'll be funding further studies for you."
`yes. One course this time as we are all getting adjusted. There's a great course being offered in their creating writing program that I'll be taking. It starts next week and I get time off to attend. They also promised me that if necessary I can use work time to get assignments done. And guess what? They want me to write an autobiographical story about my experience at the U including things with Justin and the pain of the way it ended. That will be difficult, but they've arranged for me to meet with a woman who is great at interviewing, and she will help me put things together. In a way, it's better than therapy, I think."
"You only had a few meetings with that person Nana found for you. Was that really enough?"
"I can't say for sure, Mom, but she agreed with me that I could strike off on my own and could always have additional appointments if I felt I needed them. Mom, he broke my heart, but the more I've been able to think about it and talk about it with others, the more I've come to realize that real love doesn't get switched off so easily. If anything, I'm angry about it all, but I think the writing will help. and guess what? The working on it and the interviews each day are considered part of my work day. Two hours a day. More if we need it."
"Sounds wonderful, baby. You know I've always been worried about you being taken advantage of, and after what happened with, you know who, it caused me to worry even more until finally Barry promised me that he would personally make sure you are safe and well cared for in terms of what your own personal needs are. Apparently putting you in touch with this outfit has been one of the ways he's looking out for you. He's such a good man, Brandon. And I know he's so happy that you've taken to calling him `Dad'"
"Makes me happy, too, Mom. You know I've always felt so alone since Daddy died. Now I don't feel that way any longer. I think Daddy is smiling down at us, Mom, I really do."
"So do I, sweetheart. And I have a surprise for you as well. Barry has encouraged me to stop working and to enroll myself in college to complete the teaching degree I've always wanted to get. I've only got four semesters of study if I can attend full time, so that is what is going to happen. I'm so excited about it."
"Oh Mom, that's wonderful! You'll be such a good teacher. And it will make you so happy too. I assume you're going to study elementary ed."
"Yup! Early childhood education. I can't wait. I start next week."
"Just like me, Mom. I'm so happy for you."
The oven timer goes off, which means it's time to get the food ready. Barry comes into the kitchen and gives Mom a kiss on the cheek. "Bran, why don't you go and just enjoy your friends. Michael told me that you two haven't seen each other all weekend. I'm sure there's a lot to catch up on." and so Brandon goes inside to be with his two best friends in the world, happy as any young man could ever want to be.
Brandon is so happy to see Michael! "So you've had quite the weekend yourself, I guess."
"Yes. Quite the weekend. Zeke is so so hot. When He took me from the club,, he let a bunch of those creepy men get involved stripping and toying with me. It was humiliating and even a little scary, but he was right there and kept sending me smiles and winks so I knew I was okay. He let some of the men have a little `thrill' with me and he told me they'd be jerking off thinking about it for years afterwards. Then finally he took me to his place. You should see the playroom he has, High tech. Stobes and sounds and images that drove me out of my mind. He was very rough with me but made me really want to take it, and I wanted to make sure He'd want me back again. And THEN, after all the sex was done with, he became sweet and treated me like I meant everything to him and he had a way of soothing all the pain he'd given me in such a way that I want to go back for more sometime. And all day today, he was like a devoted lover and treated me to so many good things that I was thinking to myself that I could easily fall in love with him."
"Be careful of that, Mike. Let me be the example. I'm beginning to think that some of these Doms who get really sweet at times are actually trying to groom us into falling in love with them, and once they know we're hooked, they lower the boom on us. Just saying." Gary agrees with Brandon. "Play around, dude. Don't let your emotions get toyed with. Remember what kind of shape Brandon was in when you first got here."
"I wish you'd check out gsm.com and see what it has to offer. I'll help you write a profile if you decide you want to," adds Brandon.
Mom rings a fancy dinner bell, a new addition to her all-modern kitchen. The four men quickly make their ways to the table. Brandon then goes inside to help her and can't help thinking of what it was like Saturday evening when, shortly after being whipped so severely, he was made to serve the Masters at dinner even though it was painful for him to move around at the time.
Dinner was lovely as was the company, but I think my readers would prefer to get to the kinky stuff so we'll say goodbye to that dinner party right now. Since Michael has his car there, he drives Brandon home, saving Gary the need to do so. Actually, Gary was thinking of asking for another blow job, but then decided that he wasn't going to take advantage too often or he might end up taking Brandon for granted, and he doesn't want that to happen again the way it did before they both went off to college. He'll be leaving in just a few days, so he figures one more time with Brandon would be plenty.
When Brandon gets home, he has an email from Ned:
"We will require your presence on Tuesday night. More details to follow. Keep the entire evening open. Respond "yes, Master" to confirm."
Brandon sends the required confirmation and wonders what thrills will be in store for him. Thrills or horrors? Either way he realizes he has no choice and that in and of itself turns him on.
It's early yet, so he checks in with gsm to see what's been going on. It's been several days. He notes that three men have "inspected" him with attached notes and a notice that he's been strongly downvoted by Master Adam. Needless to say, he checks that out first to find out the reason. A simple statement: "this slave has too many secret Doms trying to run its life. Careful: things could get complicated if they don't approve of you."
He chuckles at this, especially because Master Adam's criticism had two replies: 1) The slave was lucky someone ran interference for it, dude. 2) Nice that someone's looking out for it. It must be a valuable property.
He decides to send a message to the one that wrote the second response begging for permission to present himself for further inspection. (these things are automatic responses built into the program. Very convenient.) He also notices that he no longer reacts when someone calls him a "property."
For some reason, he decides to view his own profile to see if any changes would be good. He finds that Master Steven has already revised the profile to read "19yo. Owned Property. Ordered to make itself available here as a slut to Doms who understand. Don't spare the rod." Next to the full nude that he'd posted, Steven has added a photo of its whipped ass from Saturday night. Wow. No wonder he'd been inspected by three men.
The first of three who "inspected" him says "two towns over. Drive over nude with your ass plugged and nipples clamped. I'll take it from there." Steven comments: "Not nude. Don't want it arrested." Brandon chuckles but doesn't comment.
The second offers a really hot pic. "College jock, friendly bully to twink faggot." No comment from Steven. Definitely interested. Brandon posts: further details, please, Sir."
The third is a much older man, silver hair, kind smile. "Grandpa wants to breed you and share you with two 20-something nephews." Again no comment. Brandon posts: "Gangbang or just suck nephews?"
Enough for tonight. Feels good to sleep alone. In his bed. Nervous about the interview tomorrow, but sleeps fine. Awakened by text at 7:30. "Retrieve package outside front door. Mix one scoop with 2 cups hot water. Enhanced breakfast cereal. Eat every morning. Add nothing else." He gets up and the package is a large glass jar filled with something looking like a combination of oats and other substances. Not too thrilled about this and yet thrilled to be fed by his Masters. Wonders what the mixture contains. Not sure if he should ask. He leaves the jar in the kitchen and goes to take his shower and shave. Comes back upstairs and prepares the mixture. Just looks like the mush he had to eat at the ranch, but damn, is it delicious! Not only that, but he suspects there is some form of CBD in it because before long he's feeling really mellow. Michael comes into the kitchen while he's eating. "What's that, bud?" "Something the Masters sent over for me to have for breakfast every morning. Enhanced with something, but dunno what. Making me feel very mellow."
"Well, that's good. I guess you won't be interested in an omelet."
"doubt I'd have permission but will ask later on anyway."
"Cool. I can't get over how much they're controlling your life."
"Or taking care of me? A better way of thinking about it."
"Sure thing, buddy. You and I sure do have different reactions to being controlled."
"So what else is new?" they both laugh. By 8:30, Michael is off to work.
Brandon does the dishes and goes downstairs, ready for his daily instructions. Who will be contacting him this morning?
It's Kelton. "How was breakfast?"
"Tastier than I expected, Sir. May I ask what's in it?"
"No. Just trust. Bet you're feeling pretty good."
"I am Sir, thank you."
"Every morning, slave. Nothing else but coffee."
"Yes, Master."
"We've decided to allow you to let your hair grow for now. Will determine styling once it grows in more. We're also considering sending you for electrolysis for armpits and down below. Somewhat painful, but so what? You've a fucking slave. You'll take the pain. Trouble is deciding just where to send you."
"This slave awaits your decisions, Master."
"Of course. Now: work today: I'm sending over three documents of varying length. Send back each as it's completed. Well aware that you'll be with Michelle by 3 pm so we don't have any high expectations. You'll notice that one of them simply gives information with prompts and we expect you to compose the text. Save that one for last."
"Yes, Master. That sounds interesting."
"Should be. We're looking forward to seeing how you manage with it. Any plans for tonight, slave?"
"Not yet, Sir."
"If nothing materializes, invite your friend over and service him. What's his name again?"
"Gary, Sir. I know he'll appreciate the invitation."
"Check with gsm before inviting him. Just in case."
"yes, Master."
"have a good day, boy. No lunch today. Order pizza for supper."
"Yes, Master? Why no lunch?"
"Are you asking for another whipping, slave?"
"No, Sir."
"Then don't ask questions without permission. Next time you'll be denied lunch AND supper."
"Sorry, Master."
"Signing off now. Work well. good luck with Michelle."
"thank you, Master." disconnected.