THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 22. The story begins ???
As soon as that call is over, brandon sends a quick text to Gary asking him if he'd like to come over and hang out tonight. What an invitation that is! Gary says he'll get there around 5:30. Perfect!
Brandon does his work. The first file was pretty easy to take care of. As soon as he opens the file he sees that it is a total rats-nest-style mess. This lifts his mood wonderfully; this is the type of editing that is the most fun. He stops a couple times for coffee, but that's all. Not allowed to have lunch today. That's okay, when Gary comes over they'll order special pizzas and all sorts of junk as well.
He saves what he's managed so far and shuts it all down for the day shortly before 3. Michelle arrives right on time and as soon as he meets her, he is completely calm and realizes he's going to enjoy this, too—and that's the first time he ever thought of it without almost having a panic attack. But now . . .
He's obviously uncomfortable being naked with Michelle sitting across from him, and she brings it up. "I guess that they didn't tell you that I have two male slaves at home, so I'm used to looking at naked males. So stay naked and relax about it, Brandon. It's all going to come out fine. Okay? Will you try?"
"Sure, Michelle. Not feeling embarrassed about it after what you told me."
"Good boy. Oh, damn! Oops! I really shouldn't talk to you the way I usually talk to slave boys. This is different. This isn't about your story, today, but rather just about giving you a chance to feel me out and to decide whether or not you might be able to tell me about it. Because it has to be your decision, Brandon. Not for your parents. Not for your Masters. Not for your friends Gary and Michael. It's for you, brandon, to help you move on and thrive."
And so they talk. And so they kick around all sorts of things and ideas. They even find they can talk about politics since they're kind of in the same tribe. They have hysterical moments, and they have quieter, serious moments when they are both silent, both processing what is happening.
Brandon is disappointed when it is suddenly 5 pm and they'd been talking for two hours. "Oh damn, the time went so fast!" "And we get to do it again tomorrow!" says Michelle cheerfully. Brandon walks her out to her car and she thanks him, realizing that he just did that out in the open while totally naked. "Gay or straight, sub guys are all the same," she concludes to herself while driving away. "I'll enjoy helping him wring out his mind, that's for sure. Good boys like him should never have to end up suffering from what people do to them." Michelle the dominatrix is also Michelle, one of the best interviewers of men in the business. And when the two are operating at the same time, wondrous things can happen.
Note to the reader: Very little space will be given to Brandon telling his story because it already exists: "Sweet Seduction" is the story the boy has to tell. No use repeating it here.
After getting back into the house, Brandon doesn't know whether to laugh or smile or cry or just sit with a blank look on his face. He can well understand why Michelle is so good with her boys. She made him feel so at ease and admired and encouraged all at the same time and at the moment he couldn't wait until 3 pm tomorrow to see her and chat again.
The doorbell snaps him back to the present and he lets Gary in with a hug and a smile. Oh, my! Gary's got brownies! So, it's going to be that type of night, eh? He starts chattering like a 3-year-old about all he and Michelle were talking about and how she made him feel and and and and. Finally, Gary hands him a brownie. "Let's get the fun started right away. Eat it, Bran." And so they both partake. Gary's going back to school in three days, so this is kind of like a `farewell' celebration. Brandon calls in and orders pizza and breadsticks and sodas because they're both hungry.
They sit upstairs and talk about how much fun they've been having and getting to know Michael. Gary is up front with Brandon and tells him he's uneasy and concerned about this situation he's in with the four bosses who are also Masters.
"I know it seems really weird and maybe super-kinky, but what can I say? So far, so good."
"It just seems like there are going to be so many crossed wires making things difficult."
"Maybe. I don't know. I guess I'm going to find out."
"And I'll come flying back on a dragon with my atomic sword and slice my way through all those mixed up threads and rescue you."
Brandon laughs. "And what are you going to do to me when you rescue me?"
"Just the opposite, Bran. It's what you're going to do for me. How you're going to thank me."
Brandon waves his hands in the air . . . . "let's stop that train of thought right now. . . . so tell me, anyone special you're looking forward to getting back to at this point?"
"Yeah, my roommate and his girlfriend and these two girls I know who I think are lesbians."
"and all those guys who you said were giving you blowjobs?" asks Brandon with a twinkle in his eye.
"You know damn well that weren't true! Nothing happening on either score. Girls or guys. Very little gay. Not a cool place for them, mostly."
"sounds like a school your mother would want to send you to," remarks Brandon.
Gary makes a face. "It's not a holy-roller type of place, just very conservative and tight-lipped. That has its advantages: fewer distractions. Becoming a nuclear physicist isn't an easy major, you know."
"Sure isn't. Not like my fuzzy queery stuff and being involved with someone are so compatible."
"Fuck yeah! You got straight A's, bro."
The pizza arrives and they pay their attention to chowing down. Brandon has a thought while chewing on a breadstick. "Hey, bro, you know that if this situation works out I'm making real good money. So don't be afraid to ask if you need anything."
"Thanks, Brandon but I'm gonna try not to do that." He laughs. "Would make me feel like a findom!
Brandon chokes on his bread. "Oh, wow! I'm such a pathetic faggot that I have to pay you to get you to give me some cock!"
They both stop dead in their tracks and look right into each other's eyes. Then they shake their heads. "No!" they both should out and nervously begin to laugh again.
Brandon tells Gary more about his time with Michelle. "I'm telling you, Gary, her slaveboys must be out of their minds in love with her! There's probably nothing they wouldn't go for her."
Gary gives Brandon the evil upraised eyebrows type of look he has when Brandon's walked right into it.
"Oh, Gary, I'm so in love with him there's almost nothing I wouldn't do for him," he mimicks Brandon.
"Oh shit! You're fuckkng right! Well, I just hope it works out better for those guys." Brandon goes to put some music on and then dims the lights a bit.
"You know something I like?" asks Gary.
"What's that?"
"You being naked all the time when I'm not. Especially when your dick's flying free again."
"Yeah. This is new for me too, you know."
"Well I like it. I'll like it even better when your hair grows back in, though."
"Probably only on my head, Gary. they're actually talking about getting me electrolysis for the rest of my body."
"Damn. there's where I'd draw the line. It hurts, and it's pretty permanent. I'd consider it body modification, dude. Please don't let them take over your body like that, with tats and piercings and shit like that. They should leave the canvas alone. You're fucking beautiful, buddy."
"Gary! You never said anything like that to me before. You're gonna make me blush!"
"If I owned your body, dude, it would be clear as it is now."
"Are you just trying to get me in sub space because you're ready for me now?"
"Is it okay?"
"Of course it's okay! It will always be okay for you, Gary. Please let me suck your dick, Gary? Please?"
Gary's mind is blown to hear that. Brandon begging for his dick. He don't think he's ever been as hard as he is right now. "All for you, baby," he says as he slowly opens his pants and lets them slide down and kicks them off. Then he goes to lie on the bed on his back with his boxerbriefs tented. Brandon tosses himself partly up the bed and begins kissing and licking Gary's inner thighs and working his way up into the legs of Gary's pants.
"Suck me through my underpants, baby," says Gary and brandon goes to comply and is turned on by some nice kind of smell coming from Gary's crotch. Just like the trained slave he is, he aims all his focus into what he is doing, to give Gary the most pleasure he possibly can and Gary's moans are the reward he seeks. "Get me wet, boy," says Gary and the way he said that actually causes Brandon to salivate even more than he really is.
Finally Gary lifts up the band of his underpants and lets his cock spring up free and Brandon pounces on top of it as if it is the most beautiful cock he has ever seen. (It's one of the top five, that's for sure.) "I shaved my balls too, so you can lick me all over, Bran", Gary coos out, but brandon's focus right now is teaching his mouth exactly what it feels to have Gary's cock hard and dripping in his throat. Finally, after laying his head as far down there as he possibly could, he takes his mouth off it and dives down to Gary's beautifully bare scrotum and all around, and he laves his best friend with all the love he possibly can.
Gary's mind is in a place it's never been in before. He is completely aware that something has happened. Brandon isn't just sucking him off; Brandon is making love to him with his mouth. All over. And for Gary, it's completely okay, probably for the first time ever. And he's loving it, every second of it. He begins to wonder, "would it be as awesome if it was someone else doing this to me, or maybe even a girl?"
And Brandon? He's thinking of that scene the other day with the four Master's, and how, after he was publicly whipped, he had to suck off each of them. And even as his masochistic submissive self loved the idea of serving them, the reality of doing this for Gary is so much better, and he actually begins to pray a little and ask for Gary to be led to find someone to take good care of him up there. He doesn't think it could ever happen that he would end up becoming Gary's owned slave. But, facts are facts: he is a slave, and right now his job is to make love to this Master he's known almost all his life.
Once it's over, and Gary's taste is in Brandon's mouth and throat, he's lying next to Gary and Gary's arm is around him and he snuggles in, and even though he does not have permission to cum himself, he doesn't care. He just likes being here with Gary like this and actually finds himself turning towards Gary and lying his head on Gary's shoulder and this is the best he's felt since leaving J.
They both fall asleep for about an hour. When Brandon finally opens his eyes, he sees that Gary is stroking his own cock and it is getting hard again. "May I?" Brandon asks (!!!!!!!!!) "Of course you can," Gary answers quietly. It seems like things are turning upside down. it's like Gary is doing Brandon a favor, and not the other way around. Brandon really enjoyed that interchange. Gary just feels a little weird, but that is certainly not going to stop him from having maybe his last blow job from Brandon until after next semester. And so each of them, separately, is enjoying his time with the other, each in his very own way and for his very own reasons.
Gary gets dressed and ready to leave and they hug and kiss cheeks the way they always do and Gary squeezes Brandon as tightly as he can so he can remember the feel of Brandon in his arms for as long as possible.
Brandon knows he's going to miss Gary, and how sweet this night was, the two of them together almost like old times. "No," he thinks to himself, "Not like old times. This is so much better than old times. There's a real connection here now."
With those thoughts on his mind he falls asleep. and while asleep, he dreams of that night in that fancy restaurant when Justin is really letting him have it for doing something stupid and he's feeling scolded and cold and belittled, and Justin starts shaking his finger at him and goes to slap him, and that's when Brandon bounces up on the bed and realizes that he's having a nightmare, and he starts to cry, what does he do? He calls Barry. It's 3 am.
"Hello, hello," Barry asks trying to get his bearings. "It's the middle of the night. What's going on? Who is this, dammit?"
Brandon starts to cry, "Daddy, oh Daddy, bad dream, Daddy, Justin . . . "
"Oh Brandon," cries Barry in his usual gentle voice, "Oh, baby. Dad's here. It was just a bad dream, baby Brandon. Breathe with me, son." And Barry does deep breathing and Brandon finally manages to match him. "Want to tell me about it, baby?" "No, daddy. no. just bad memory. him being mean. . . . . Brandon stops crying, "Did I ever tell you what I said to Him the last time He slapped me?" he asks Barry. "No, Bran. What did you say to Him?" "If you ever fucking touch me again, I'm going to have you arrested and press charges for assault." "no, did you really? Oh my! Feisty little brat, weren't you?" Brandon giggles. "You gonna be okay, son?" asks Barry. "Yes, Daddy. thank you, love you." "Love you too, son."
Middle of the night or not, Brandon gets out of bed and goes to his lap top and writes down as much of the dream as he can remember. Saves it for Michelle tomorrow.
Then he goes to brush his teeth. Gary's taste is still a little bit in his mouth. And gets some sleep again. Instead of getting up at 7, he doesn't get up until 8 and then has to rush things, have coffee and his breakfast they gave him, and then goes down and gets on line.
It's Steven. "What's going on, boy? You look like shit."
"Sorry, Master. Had a bad dream last night and didn't get much sleep."
"Then go back to bed. I'll ring your phone in two hours." Disconnect.
"wow" Brandon says to himself, feeling cared for.
No dreams this time.
The phone rings at 10. Steven. "I know you have enough work. Ned's busy right now, is sending a car to pick you up tonight at 6:30. You are to wear jeans and a t-shirt, no underpants, and leave the house barefoot to get into the car. Make sure you are clean inside. Shave again at 6." disconnect. He gets up, showers and gets coffee, and gets lost inside his work again until the doorbell rings at 3 and it is Michelle.
He offers her coffee and makes them each a fresh cup. "How are you doing today, Brandon."
"I had a kind of rough night." He tells her a bit about the nightmare and that it's all written down in his laptop." "I'm not surprised," she says. "Memories do want to come up—that's a clear sign. Why don't we start there?" she prompts, and soon they are off discussing a bit about the dream and the memory and then branching off into other things.
Shortly before she leaves, he asks her, "How am I ever going to put all this stuff together? There's so much and it's all over the place."
"A lot of that is my job, Brandon. don't forget, I'm a ghost write, after all. Just trust the process. It isn't linear. Things don't work that way. Let's just enjoy our chats together, shall we?" she suggests, and that is the way their session ends.
As he's showing her out, Michael is in the kitchen and so he introduces him to Michelle as well. He's already clued Michael in so he's fine with being naked in front of her. Probably wouldn't bother him anyway.
Michael's got that vanilla date he was telling Brandon about and after supper he asks Brandon to get dressed for when the guy shows up. They'll be going back to the date's place so it will only be for a little while. They both go to put something on. Actually, Brandon can wear what he'll be wearing tonight anyway.
The date (Oscar) arrives and meets Brandon and they stand around talking a bit, mainly about the weather since Brandon knows that Oscar knows and Oscar knows that Brandon knows he knows, so they're searching around for safe topics. Michael kind of hustles Oscar out the door and they're off. They're going bowling and maybe more than that. Brandon tells Michael that he doesn't know if he'll even be home that night.
"He looks perfectly okay," says Oscar as they get into the car.
"Well, what did you expect? Bruises on his face?" Michael chides him.
"don't be a brat or you'll get bruises, Mikey," Oscar says in a mock-threatening voice.
"Sorry, not into bruises," answers Michael without even thinking and they both break down laughing. The date is off to a good start.
Meanwhile, Brandon does what he needs to before the car arrives at 6:30. He gets into the car, barefoot, as ordered. The driver does not address him, but heads off down the road. After about 15 minutes, he comes to a modest house and pulls up to the side of the house. There are stairs leading down to something in the house's basement. The driver turns to him and says, "Get out. Go down those stairs. They'll take it from there."
Brandon kind of wishes he has some more of Gary's brownie as he goes down the well-maintained steps. He's glad about that, being barefoot; the carpet is comfy. He hears some jazz playing inside, so it probably isn't too seedy there. He's confused at what he finds when he walks through the door.