THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 23. Split sceen scenes
So anyway, Michael and Oscar are at the bowling alley and they're having a lot of fun. I know you want to know what Brandon walks into, but pay attention to Michael and Oscar first, because this chapter is going to switch back and forth from Michael to Brandon. Picture two different windows open with two different stories.
Oscar keeps teasing Michael about having a kinky housemate. He keeps saying something distracting every time Michael tries to throw the ball down the lane. It's one of those big balls with big pins to knock down, not one of those silly candlepin places. One time when Michael is just about to throw the ball, Oscar says, "Wow, that's a big ball! Is the other one just as big?" and Michael ends up throwing a gutter ball. The next time, Oscar shouts out, "if you get a strike, I'll let you try out your favorite kink with me!" and Michael ends up throwing a gutter ball again. And so on. Michael's total score for the game is 17. Oscar bowls a 189 and says, "the loser gets tied up for the rest of the night!" and Michael walks over to him and hold out his wrists in front of him, as if he's going to get tied up. Instead, Oscar kisses his hands.
Brandon opens the door. The entire room is lit by purple lights. He sees a large table with lots of hooks and eyeholes on it. Steven says to him, "strip down all the way, slave," and so Brandon strips naked. Then he says, "there is a glass of juice on the table. Drink it down and put the glass over on the side table." Brandon obeys. "Good slave. Now lie on the table on your back with your hands stretched up over your head and your legs spread." Brandon does that as well. Soon he gets a little dizzy and then passes out. Has he been given a roofie? Or more than that?
Oscar brings Michael back to his apartment after bowling and they smoke a joint together. Oscar puts on one of his favorite playlists, relaxing piano music with strings in the background and asks Michael to take off his sneakers and socks and put his feet in Oscar's lap. He starts giving Michael a foot massage which feels so good that it has Michael groaning like a slut. While he's doing that, he tells Michael about how much he's looking forward to "making love" to him and he hopes that's okay. "anything you want to do to me is okay, Oscar," Michael tells him, "as long as it doesn't land me in a hospital." "Anything?" asks Oscar.
When Brandon awakes, he tries to move but realizes that he can't move anything or see anything. He's blindfolded and has some kind of bands around his neck, wrists and ankles and they're clipped to hooks on the table. He's completely immovable. He is gagged as well, a kind of penis gag a few inches long that is strapped behind his head. He becomes aware that a wide plug has been inserted into his rectum and from time to time it vibrates. He hears two men in the room and they begin shaving his armpits and groin, stripping off the little bit of hair growth that's showing. They wash him clean with warm wet cloths. Kelton speaks: "We own you, slave, and you will never have anything to fear. We will always care for you. We like you stripped and bound and completely smooth, unable to see or move, so that you can learn to trust us with your entire existence. We like you powerless to resist us. We wish to strip you of all independence, all dignity, all freedom, all desire to resist us. We have so much to teach you, things that will enrich your life as a sub boy, as a slave, and as a kinky little twink. Tonight we wish to teach you that pleasure and pain are the same thing for someone like you."
Michael is naked on Oscar's lap. Oscar is still dressed. Oscar is caressing him everywhere as they kiss, and Michael is enjoying how good Oscar is making him feel as he explores Michael's nude body with his fingertips while Michael discovers erogenous spots on his body that he never realized existed before. He suddenly realizes that he is trembling in Oscar's arms and that Oscar is claiming his mouth with his tongue and Michael is trying to suck Oscar's tongue for all he's worth. Michael cannot believe how good he is feeling with this vanilla guy. Maybe there's something to this after all . . .
One of the men in the room is stoking Brandon's cock and he is getting hard. This is the first time anyone has touched his cock for quite a while. Eventually, he feels a warm mouth sucking him and he moans through the gag which prevents him from saying anything. He is surprised that someone—one of the Master's---is sucking his cock with a talented mouth and tongue. It feels so good that he tries to rise from where he is bound, but can hardly move at all. He hears a swish in the air and suddenly a thin lash whips his chest slowly, one lash after another and he doesn't know how to react or what is happening. The pain of the whipping is matched by the pleasure from the blow job and he can't tell where the pain and the pleasure belong. It seems as if they are both everywhere on his bound body and his mind can't distinguish one from the other.
Michael is now on Oscar's bed and Oscar places one of Michael's hands on his bare chest and says, "feel me, tough guy. Learn all about my chest and nipples and make them feel good," as he is moving his own hand down Michael's body and lightly touching his dick and balls. "Please let me suck you," Michael begs, and Oscar puts his hand on the back of Michael's head and guides it down the length of his body until he is able to lick the very tip of Oscar's dick and Oscar says to him, "very slowly, boy, very slowly. Feel each inch as you taste it and let it into your mouth and throat," and Michael lets himself be guided by Oscar's hand on his head.
The sucking and the whipping continue unabated, and Brandon discovers that he is crying and his tears are beginning to soak the blindfold over his eyes. "That's right, slave, understand the power we have over you now. Feel the pleasure of being owned by us. Feel the pain of being owned by your Masters." He is just about to cum when all of a sudden it all ceases, the whipping and the sucking, and he tries to cry out from disappointment. "Not yet, slave, not yet. Not when you wish it, but only when We give our approval, will you be allowed the painful pleasure of an occasional orgasm. Free men cum when they want; slaves cum only when their Masters allow it, and never too often." He hears a whirring sound and then feels a vibrator caressing an inner thigh and moving towards his balls. At first it is pleasant, but then the vibrating turns into a pounding, and the device is beating his balls and the pain continues to increase while at the same time, that warm mouth once again embraces his cock and the pleasure and the pain are all there at the same time. Someone starts lightly toying with his nipples and it feels so good, but he knows that soon the pleasure will turn into pain. He hears that voice again, saying "pleasure is pain and pain is pleasure and the greatest pleasure of all is when a slave discovers that at last it can surrender in total obedience to Masters who care for it and help it find its place deep in sub space."
Michael is lying on his tummy with a pillow under his groin, and Oscar is eating his ass and Michael is out of his mind with a pleasure he's never experienced before. He wants to beg Oscar to spank him, but is afraid it might ruin the nice evening. Oscar breaches his hole with a lubed finger and he gently encircles the hole before letting it slip inside of him. Michael raises his ass, trying to fuck himself on Oscar's finger, which has somehow turned into being two fingers, then a third and electricity shoots through him as one of the fingers massages his prostate. Michael groans like a wanton slut and Oscar chuckles at the sound. "Soon, baby, soon, I'll be in there making love to you." And then there he is, so thick yet so gentle, and Michael has never before experienced a penetration so pleasurable and again he pushes himself up to meet it. "Lie still, slut, lie still," says Oscar. "You told me you like to be submissive, so be submissive for now. Let me fuck you. Let me make love to you." And Oscar is so good at it that Michael wishes it could never end. And yet, at the same time, the flesh of his ass is crying out to be beaten and Michael doesn't think he can hide that desire any longer. "Please, Oscar, Please?" he cries out. "Please what, kinky tiger?" asks Oscar. Dare he say it?
Again the sucking stops and again Brandon wants to plead for it to continue. "We have more for you, slave. We set the agenda, not you." Hands unbuckle the straps holding in the gag and it is removed but a tube is quickly inserted. The sucking begins again, the plug inside him vibrates, the device keeps punching his balls and liquid enters his mouth through the tube. Piss. Horrid taste. "Swallow, pig, swallow. We've combined all our piss together so we can turn you into a proper urinal for us. Swallow it, slave. Swallow. Gulp." And he realizes that his mouth is so full of the acrid liquid that he does indeed have to gulp it down. And as he is used this way, the fingers on his nipples are turning them into two vibrant points of agonizing pain and he opens his mouth to scream and the piss spills from his mouth. "Fucking filthy pig! the voice screams at him. The whirring device is taken away and a fist begins punching him in the balls again and again and he fights not to scream and spill any more of the piss, fearing the punishment will get even worse. "Know what you are, slave. Know that we own you. Don't you dare spill our piss when we want you to drink it." The tube is removed from his mouth and for the first time he is free to cry out without obstruction, and he does. Now the sucking increases speed and the slave knows that it will soon have an orgasm, but that the orgasm is going to hurt terribly after so much edging. And there it goes and he screams out louder than he has screamed all night, the pleasure-pain is so intense. His head falls back onto the table and he lies there gasping for breath. And while he lies there trying to get his breath under control, the slave's groin is washed clean and, much to his dismay, its cock is locked into a new cage and the cage is locked with a padlock. Everything is removed except for the plug which is no longer vibrating. The blindfold is removed and at first all the slave can see is the purple light, but as its eyes adjust it realizes that it is surrounded by the four Masters dressed in white and glowing from the strobe.
Oscar cums into Michael's body with cries of pleasure and stays in him until at last he grows soft and his cock slips out into a cloth that he is holding to clean himself and Michael. He slides off and takes Michael into his arms and kisses him again and says, "I've done some reading and I've learned that very often subs are not allowed to cum, that only their Doms are allowed that pleasure. I found that intriguing, how someone like you can offer your body for a man's pleasure and that is pleasure enough for you. Is that true, Michael?"
"Yes, it usually is, Sir. Oops! I slipped. I mean, Oscar." Oscar chuckles. "You usually address the man who fucks you as Sir, don't you?" Michael nods his head. "Well I enjoy fucking you," he answers. "I'd like to do it a lot. And for some strange reason, the idea that I'm not going to let you cum is strangely appealing to me. The idea that it is my decision, not yours." "Careful, Oscar, or you might find yourself turning into a Dom." Oscar chuckles again. He kisses Michael on the cheek. "Do you know what I think?" he asks. "What is that?" "I'm just curious. Tell me just one thing that would happen if I were your Dom, just one thing that didn't happen but that you probably were wishing would happen. Just one thing, Michael, okay? What would you have wanted—other than getting to cum?"
Michael feels that now he can say what's been on his mind. "That you would have spanked me hard." "Okay, Michael. The next time we're together I'm going to spank you, but only with my hands. Would you like that?" "Oh yes, Sir," answers Michael, not caring that he's slipping into sub space. "And how would I know how hard I should spank you? Be honest with me now, boy." Michael notices that Oscar just slipped into using a Dom's way of speaking to him when he said "boy." "You could spank me until I start to cry," he says. "And then could I kiss away your tears?"
"Then you could do anything you wanted to me, Oscar," answers Michael. "I'll have to keep that in mind. Not making any promises though, except to tell you that the next time I'm going to spank you until you cry, and then I'm going to fuck you, but I'm not going to let you cum. Would you like that, baby?" "Honestly, Oscar, I'd like anything you wished to do with me." "then I'll hold you to that. But we'll skip the bowling next time. Maybe just go out for supper." "Whatever you want, Oscar, please." "I hear you, Michael. Just give me some time to think about this a little more and do some reading. This isn't what I've been used to." Michael kisses him on the mouth and then lays his head on Oscar's shoulder. "Want to spend the night, baby?" asks Oscar. "Really do, but not this time. Next time I'll bring clothes for work and will go to work right from here. If that's what you want," Oscar. "Call me Sir again." "Yes, Sir." "Sound nice in a queer sort of way." Michael chuckles as Oscar gets up off the bed and then helps him up as well. "Your probably need to use the bathroom. Go right ahead." He says. "thank you, Sir." answers Michael as he heads inside. While he's in there, Oscar is thinking to himself, "This was really odd, but really nice. There's something about this boy, something that makes me feel like I want to explore a lot more with him. And his spirit is crying out to be dominated, but if I do that, I'm going to do it with gentle love. And I'm going to make sure that I'm always in charge. I think I'll like that."
"All of us are in your belly, slave," Ned says to brandon. "how did we taste?" "The worst of all, Master," answers the slave. "Even I gave you some of mine," says Frank. "That was probably the worst tasting of all." "We have three things to tell you, slave," says Steven. First of all, these special bands we've put on you will remain on you always, in all situations. You have been collared tonight and will remain that way permanently. There should be no skin irritation, but let us know if there is." "Yes, Master." "And the second thing is this," says Kelton. "You will continue to be plugged until you use the bathroom back home. Remove the plug but make sure you have it handy in the morning in case one of us decides to have you shove it back up your ass again." "And finally, says Steven, "everything that has happened here tonight has been recorded. We have decided to send a copy of the recording to your former Master, so that He can know what you have become for us, how we have conquered you and taken you to ourselves." Brandon get visibly upset. "Please . . . " "SILENCE! orders Ned. "You are our slave. Would you deny us the right to show off the quality of your submission to us? You will bear the shame because we want to make it known that there is no hope you will ever return to him, that you have no need of him. What we have decided to do will help you get free of the pain of the past more quickly. And we would hope that after you've thought about this a bit, you will realize that when that fool sees what is happening in your life, he will regret more than ever how he had failed to bring you into your true identity. Trust us in this. Discuss it with Michelle if you need to." With tears in his eyes, Brandon submits. "Yes Master." The four of them remove the clips so they can help the slave sit up and then finally be able to stand on its own two feet. Then, much to his surprise, each of the four takes him and wraps him into a warm and loving hug, and he feel safer with them than he has ever felt before anywhere except when he was a child being tucked in by his father. "I will help you up the stairs," says Frank. "No need to get dressed again. Go home naked." "Yes, Master." Just before Frank takes him by the arm, Ned has one more thing to say: "you are free to make your own plans for tomorrow and Thursday evenings. One of us will take you on Friday until Saturday afternoon and the rest the weekend you may do as you wish." And with that, Frank takes him by the hand and leads him back to the car which will take him home.