THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 28. Dinner with "Dad"
Mom is having a "girls' night" with friends, so this is an excellent opportunity for Barry to spend some quality time with Brandon. Brandon fusses over what to wear; he hasn't had much occasion to dress nicely lately. He's quite self-conscious about his nearly bald head and is glad the Master's have decided to let it grow back in again. It was foolish of him to cut it off since he liked it so much as well.
Michael is home as well and he has a lot to tell Brandon about what's developing with Oscar, much to Brandon's delight. "Wow, Mike, you're such a sub that you draw it out of even vanilla guys. Sounds like he's interested in becoming your Dom."
"It does, Bran, and I'm a little worried about that. The last thing I want to do is get sucked into a relationship so soon, but damn I'm enthralled with this guy."
"You're the one who has to set the boundaries. Fill up your dance card, dude. Keep having fun with Zeke, and if you need to meet more guys to play with, check out the site I'm using."
"Damn, Brandon, Zeke and Oscar are so different from one another, my head is spinning."
"What are you doing tonight, Mike?"
"Haven't decided yet. I might go for drinks with a couple of the guys I've met at work. I think they're straight, but everyone there seems to know my scene so anything can happen."
"Yeah, like maybe you having a couple of drinks and then coming home by yourself. That would be a big change, slut!"
"Look who's talking!"
"Honey, I'm a slave. I'm supposed to be getting used all the time. So far, you're just a sub boy looking for simple uncomplicated good times."
"Uncomplicated, eh? I wish!"
they both laugh.
The doorbell rings. It's Barry. Brandon goes to open the door.
"Hi, Dad!" he says cheerfully. Barry comes in and greets Michael as well. "The house looks good, guys. You're taking good care of it."
"Of course, Dad. Mom trained me well, so that's nothing new. And Michael is a neat-freak as well so we're well suited to one another."
"You both rooming upstairs?"
"No, Dad. I'm still in the little apartment Mom made for me downstairs, Michael is upstairs. A lot of distance between us. Good for preserving privacy."
Barry laughs. "I'll say! Perfect bachelor arrangement!"
"I wish," frowns Brandon. Barry gives him a knowing smile. "By the way, Mom is dying to meet this new "guy" you're seeing and is surprised you haven't brought him around. What are you going to do about that?"
"It's all set, Dad. Steven is standing in for the others. Perfect arrangement. Not too much older than me, very good looking and I like him a lot! We can pull it off perfectly."
As they ride to where they're having dinner, the conversation continues.
"Well, don't want to rush you, just wanted to let you know that Mom is curious, and you know what she's like when she gets curious."
Brandon chuckles. "I sure do. Well, you can tell her his name is Steven, and I'll ask about a time when I can bring him over."
"So I assume he's your favorite. . . "
"Yes, very much so. And the others seem to defer to him as well, almost as if they're pushing the two of us together. For example, when any of them want time with me, at the end of the evening they bring me over to Steven's instead of bringing me home, and I end up spending the night there."
"Pardon my curiosity, son, but I'm wondering if you feel there is something between the two of you."
Brandon thinks. "no, other than the fact that I think he's hot and I like him. It has been made very clear to me that they all view me as nothing more than a. ...a sub. Very clear boundaries. And I want it that way, too, after all I'd been through last semester. That's all. I don't even sleep with Steven when I spend the night there. But enough said about that for now."
"That's fine, Brandon. And the work? I've heard good things about it; I'm interested in hearing what you think about it."
"It's mostly interesting work. After all, I love writing. And they're giving me more and more freedom to create my own texts from prompts they give me." (Note to readers: in this fictional world, AI isn't doing all the so-called creative writing yet.)
They've arrived at the restaurant. 4-star place that happens to be a favorite of Barry's. A real treat for Brandon.
"Maybe I'm giving too much away, but I heard from Ned that they're thinking of having you conduct some interviews and then writing articles based on that."
"Really? I'll love that!" Brandon smiles, thinking that he hopes he'll be allowed to wear clothes when that happens. "Did you know that I'm being interviewed now about my time at the U last semester by one of their people?"
"No, I didn't. How's that going?"
"Well first of all, let me say that she's wonderful. However, it's really rough going. I have trouble talking about most of it, but Michelle is excellent. She has this knack for getting me to open up and then closing down the window when she senses that I'm getting distressed. Sometimes it feels as if we're not getting anything done even though we're having a really nice conversation."
"that's a good indication of her skills, son. I'm wondering, however, why they're having you do this at this point in time."
"They believe it is important for me to process all of it for my own good state of mind. They know I was damaged, and they're doing what they can to help me get through it and heal while at the same time exerting a lot of control over me as far as my sexual activity and the way I relate to them."
"And that's okay with you? Please understand that nothing you ever say to me will get back to them. I'm just concerned, that's all."
"I appreciate that, Dad, but everything is fine. I feel completely safe with them and to be honest, they really meet the needs I have as a sub and are helping me develop a healthy approach to all of it. And it's really good that there are four of them. If there were just two of us, say me and Steven, things might easily get out of hand. The last thing I need at the moment is any kind of intense emotional relationship."
"Are you sure that isn't developing between you and Steven."
"Absolutely, Dad. There is a strong barrier between us. He's the Dom and I'm the sub and it's about all those sorts of things without any hint of romance or affection. I know my place and I'm comfortable in my place. Steven is creative and demanding and he knows how to push and when to relax things. They all do. It's amazing: they're each completely different and have different likes and dislikes. I am comfortable with the variety at this point, that's for sure. It kind of protects me from having to risk my heart right now."
"I was speaking to Kurt about it and he was surprised at what's going on. Said he's never heard of anything like this before."
"Well, it is unique, I suppose. But it's working, that's for sure."
"You know, Brandon, that you can come to me anytime if you feel something is off or isn't working or that you're getting hurt or manipulated in a bad way."
"Thank you, Dad, and I promise I'll come to you if anything concerning develops."
"I'm glad to hear that. Please don't get annoyed with me if I check in with you from time to time. I mean, I don't want to know any details about what's going on except in the most general ways, but I do feel that I have some responsibility to make sure you are happy and that you're in good space. And your mother trusts me whenever I tell her that she has nothing to worry about, that I'll always make sure you are doing fine."
"Sounds like Mom. So tell me more about your European trip."
For the rest of the meal, Barry tells Brandon about their wonderful honeymoon and Brandon is delighted to hear all about it. He is especially delighted and relieved that now he no longer feels like he's under a microscope.
All in all, it's a delightful meal and they are growing closer together. Barry brings him home at 8:30 pm.
Shortly after that he gets a text from Kelton. "Are you free for the next 90 minutes or so, slave?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. One of my nephews dropped in for a visit and I want to bring him over to make use of you for a while. Not interested in anything for myself. I'll watch television upstairs and send him down to you. Do whatever he wants. Be stripped to boxer briefs. We'll be there in about 15 minutes. Leave the door unlocked. Kneel by the bed when you hear him coming down the stairs."
"Yes, Master."
Brandon, being the slut he is, looks forward to what may happen. The unknown is always a turn-on for him, especially when whoever it is knows that he is a slave and that there are few limits to what he can be made to do. His inner sub begins to tremble.
As soon as he hears the door open upstairs, he gets on his knees by the bed. The lights are turned down low and some peaceful music is playing. He hears heavy footsteps on the stairs. The first thing he sees is a pair of cowboy boots, followed by a rugged body and a well-built young man with dirty blond hair. Brandon can't make out the eye color, but ultimately it doesn't matter. It's not like he has the right to reject the guy because of whether or not he's attractive. As usual, Brandon prepares himself by saying to himself, "I am a slave. I am here to serve this man."
He's somewhat disappointed that this hunk isn't wearing a cowboy hat, but other than that the outfit is perfect. He pictures himself alone in a bunkhouse somewhere about to be molested by one of the stage hands. The guy walks right up to him and, with no introduction, simply says, "Get down and clean my boots with your tongue, boy." Brandon gets right to work and has flashbacks of the night he spent with Gregor in his club when he spent most of the evening licking boots. While he's working on the guy's boots he hears him open his belt and pull it out of his pants. He tosses it on the bed. "Stand up."
Brandon stands. "Hands behind your head, eyes down." His hands are rough, most likely from hard work, as they explore the slave's face and neck. He slaps the slave's face a few times then reaches down and lands some hard blows to the sides of the slave's torso and Brandon cries out since those spots are so tender. "shut up!" He commands and then keeps slapping the slave in the same places and it struggles not to open its mouth or cry out. "I hear anything out of you again and I'll start using my strap on you, faggot." His rough hands reach for the slave's nipples and works them hard. Brandon grits his teeth and tears come to his eyes.
"Yeah, Kel told me you were a crybaby. That's fine. Just don't make any fucking noise, slaveboy." He takes both his hands and wraps them around the slave's throat and starts to choke it. Brandon is fearful, especially when it seems like he's not going to be able to get any breath, but suddenly this guy lets go with one hand, reaches down and punches him in the balls and the slave doubles over but manages to remain silent.
"Stand up straight!" He orders, sounding angry. He sits down on the bed and then pulls the slave over his knees, pulls down the back of its underpants exposing its ass, and starts to spank it, hard right from the beginning and the slave exhales quickly and again struggles not to make any noise. After about ten licks, Brandon's ass is on fire. The guy lays back on the bed. "Okay, faggot. Open my pants and take out my junk. Put your hands behind your back and don't move them." It's a thick cock but not too long, maybe about 5 ½ inches and it really smells of man musk and the smell makes Brandon's mouth water.
"Bury your face in my junk and take big sniffs. Get my smell into your face and your belly. don't open your mouth. Just inhale my scent. It's real man scent. Not the pussy –type stuff you spoiled boys are used to around here. Smell my man musk, slave. Let it make your mouth water." Brandon concentrates on what his been ordered to do and it's true, his mouth is watering. The guy puts his face to the slave's cheek and sticks a calloused thumb into its mouth. "See, faggot? My smell is getting you wet. Use that mouth on my balls. Get them as wet as your mouth. Wash them good and suck the hair on them, eat what you smell. . . . There . . that's good, slave.
They spend a while like this, then he says, "Okay, faggot. Suck my cock. Show me how much you hunger for a good cock in your mouth. Suck it hard and fast and eager like the faggot slut you are. And watch you fucking teeth, bitch! Goddam!" He reaches down and smashes his hand on the slave's face and then pushes its head down on His cock all the way. Brandon can easily handle this, but the way the guy is doing it is making it difficult for him to handle it all.
"Fucking shit!" he yells. "Not good enough, but I know what helps a faggot do a good job. A good whipping. Up on the bed on your back, slave." Brandon gets on the bed and the guy moves his body the way he wants it. "Raise your legs and hold them up in your hands, good and high. Let me see your ass. Keep those legs up there. don't let go." He picks up his strap and begins strapping the slave's ass. "Hold those fucking legs up, faggot or you'll feel my belt on your fucking back!" the slave grabs its legs and holds on for dear life while its ass is thrashed again and again. Finally, he throws the strap back down on the bed. "On your knees, slave. Suck me good this time or I'll fucking whip you until you can't fucking move!" Brandon quickly gets down on the ground and does the best job he possibly can. "I told you before, faggot: hard and fast and tight and eager. Milk the cum out of me, boy. Put your hands on my ass to push me into your mouth. . . . there . . . that's good...finally you're doing a good job, showing me how cock hungry you are."
Before long, in a series of curses and grunts, he cums and the taste of his cum is bitter in Brandon's mouth. He swallows quickly and the guy immediately starts to soften but he doesn't take his cock out of Brandon's mouth. The slave can guess what's coming next. "Uncle Kel told me you drink piss, faggot. That's fucking gross, but what the fuck, I'm gonna give it a try. Make damn sure you don't spill anything on my pants or I'll beat you bloody, faggot." The piss comes out fast and furious and the slave gulps as fast as it can and the guy stands there pissing and laughing his head off. "Wait till I tell the guys at home that I pissed in a faggot's mouth! Damn, that's gross. Uncle Kel and his buddies have really broken you down, faggot, getting you to do this." Finally he finishes. Brandon notes that the taste wasn't too bad at all, considering. Finally he takes his dick out of Brandon's mouth and puts everything away, hiking up his pants and reaching for the belt. He lashes the slave across its back a couple times then puts the belt back in his pants. Once he's all situated, he says, "Look up at me and open your mouth, slave." Brandon does as he's told and he can see a wad of spit forming on the guy's lips, getting bigger and bigger. Finally, he lets it fall into Brandon's mouth. "There! My spit can help wash the taste of my piss down your gullet, faggot."
Suddenly, he turns sweet, and massages Brandon's shoulders. He goes to sit in the chair on the other side of the room and says gently, "Crawl over here, boy, and climb up on my lap." Brandon does as told, and then the guy holds him in his arms and runs his hands over the welts he put on the slave's back. "You did good, kid. Uncle Kel told me I could be as tough as I wanted. That was fun. You're a good faggot slave. No wonder those guys are so pleased with you." He holds the slave very tightly in his arms for a while, then has it stand up as he stands. "Good deal, boy. Got to give you two loads. Perfect. And thanks for being silent. I hate it when sub faggots want to have a fucking conversation while they're doing ya'."
He pats Brandon's cheek gently now and then turns around and goes back up the stairs and Brandon can't wait to get into the bathroom to brush his teeth and get the taste of the guy's piss out of his mouth.
Never did learn his name. Or get thanked. "I am a slave," he reminds himself, and hopes he'll never forget what that dude smelled like. That was amazing!