THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 30. The Bully; Michael's compliance.
So when Brandon gets off the phone he decides not to decide for a while, even though that means he still has to be the type of slave they want him to be. But damn! that's hot for him to get down there like that, all the way down, sub sub sub and the only reason they put up with him is because they can get what they want out of him any time they want it.
But that's the point. He's there to be used. and he really kind of wishes there was some guy using him right now. It's 2 pm and he has to be at the bully's place at 4.
Time to go on gsm.
Steven has posted another picture of him. Kneeling, looking up, his mouth wide open. No words, just the picture.
There are three new men looking him over.
The first, a hot Nordic type, bare-chested with nipples to die for. Comment: "thinking of what I can put in that mouth after I whip you." Master Kelton comments: "Anything you want. This slave is a receptacle."
Master Frank comments "globs of drool and spit then slap it shut."
An unknown person comments "who posed you like that? and why?" Brandon decides to answer the question: "A Master posed me. Why? To show how low I'm trained to be." Further comment from the mystery man: "is it okay if I want to lift you up?" Brandon: "depends on why." Answer: "to give you a break from all the humiliation." Brandon: "Please, Sir? How?" Answer "I have my ways, boy." Master Steven shuts down this conversation and blocks further communication.
A man who looks like an English teacher, hot looking eyeglasses, wearing a tie asks, "urinal trained?" Steven answers, "of course"
The second is just a request: "I'm an hour away. Too far?" Brandon answers: "Depends." no further comment.
The third is a guy who looks like an all-American decent and good-looking college boy. "this is a slave market. I want to buy you for a weekend." Master Ned comments: "Let's negotiate. In private." And it all shuts down.
Brandon decides to clean himself out and take a shower. He's got the guy's address. His name is Brady.
Finally it's time to head over to him. The usual nervousness has his blood rushing because he's walking into something he knows nothing about (as if that's anything new). He knocks on the door and Brady opens it. He's wearing a football jersey. "come on in, faggot." Brandon walks in nervously, his eyes down. Brady smacks him on the side of his head and then smacks him around, pretending to be in a prize fight. He doesn't hit hard, so Brandon can easily take the blows. then Brady rushes him and wrestles him to the ground on his back, then sits on his stomach and starts slapping his face. "I read your comments before. you're a fucking pig." And he spits repeatedly at Brandon's face. "A slave." slap "no rights" slap, spit.
"Gonna play a game with you," says Brady. "Let me see how long you can hold your breath. Open that mouth, pig." Brandon opens and Brady spits into it and then shoves four fingers into his mouth and pushes them down as far as then can go until he starts to gag. He laughs and then keeps fucking the slave's face with those fingers while he puts his other hand on his throat. Brandon yells out loud NO THROAT! GET OFF! RED RED RED! Brady backs off completely and stands up.
"sorry, dude. I was only playing."
"I've been ordered never to let a man put his hand on my throat. Too dangerous when I don't know the guy."
"I get it. Smart to be careful. But I"ll tell you what: the hell with the bullying. I just put that down because I didn't know what I could get out of a guy like you or do to you.
"Just about anything, Brady. I've been trained as a slave, only here to serve men and give them pleasure."
Okay. So get your fucking clothes off. Let me see your bare flesh in my house, slave."
That's more like it, thinks Brandon, and he decides to strip while still down on the floor. Brady stands over him and watches. "Hot, you stripping on the ground like a maggot." Brady is barefoot and uses his right foot to inspect Brandon's body and kick him around a little, then puts his foot right over the slave's mouth. "Eat that foot, bitch!" The slave licks his sole. "Yeah, that's it. Clean the sweat off my foot." Brandon's still on his back and reaches up to hold Brady's foot while he eats it all over.
"Holy fucking shit, that's hot! Get the other one, faggot!" and he switches feet. This guy is relentless. He spends a good hour playing with Brandon's body with his feet, making him slide on the ground like a snake and chase after his feet and finally sits in a chair and orders the slave to keep working on his feet. "This feels so fucking good. I wanna see how long you can last before you beg me to give you a break." He has a timer on his end table. "I'm setting this for half an hour. Half an hour eating my feet, pig boy, and don't stop. this is all you're good for. suck and lick and kiss and don't fucking stop." He takes off his belt and waves it in the air. "You slow down, slave, you'll feel this."
Only once he yells at the slave for slowing down and cracks the belt over its back. Brandon picks up speed again. After ten minutes, however, Brady is getting bored.
"Okay, enough of that. Get up here and put my balls in your mouth. Get them good and wet. Serve your Master." Brandon starts in and then Brady reaches down and forces his mouth more deeply into his groin. "there. All the way in. Get everything fucking wet. Balls, legs, taint, all of it, faggot." He cracks the belt again, this time it lands on the slave's ass. "Shit! It feels good beating a faggot with my belt. Makes me feel powerful!" He cracks the belt a few more times. "Okay now, slave. Suck my fucking dick. Work it down your throat inch by inch. Show me how much a faggot like you is hungry for real man's cock!" Of course, Brandon does a real good job showing him what a cockhound he is. Brady makes all sorts of contented noises. "yeah, slave. all the way down until you fucking choke. That's the way I'll know how hungry you are for my dick."
All of a sudden, he takes his cock out of Brandon's mouth and backs off. "Come on, boy, come after my dick. Chase it on your knees. Crawl around and hunt for Cock. Good hard dripping cock. Come, puppy, chase after it. Come get your bone, slave." Brandon goes wild. No one's ever done anything like this before and it's really humiliating, him having to crawl around searching for cock. "Beg me for it, faggot!" "Oh, Master, please let me have another taste of your big hot dick. Please let me lick up what's dripping from you, please, Master, I beg you. Feed my faggot mouth with the only food it really needs. Let me be your cocksucker, Sir."
Brady gets into it more and more and starts swinging that belt all over the place and it lands wherever it does and the slave just takes it and cries out when it's really hurt. Finally, Brady lets himself be backed into a corner purposefully. "You got me trapped, cock hound! Come get that cock you chased down. Come swallow it and work your mouth fast. Suck me, faggot, that's all you're good for. Suck, suck, suck, faster, tighter, harder, bitch. Milk my cock of my scum, cocksucker. Here it come. Holy fucking shit! Get it all. Swallow it down, cocksucker. Get your reward."
Once he's satisfied, he lifts his foot and presses it against the slave's chest and pushes it back, down onto the floor. "Yeah! Look at you down there, faggot, all hot and sweaty from chasing my cock around the room. Well, you got what you were hoping for, a nice thick load of my creamy cum, sweeter than honey. And now, guess what? I have to take a piss. What are we going to do about that, faggot?"
Brandon fights with himself but finally gets the words out: "Do you want me to take it, Sir?"
"What do you mean, `take it' boy?"
"I mean, let you piss in my mouth and make me swallow it."
"that's disgusting! A slave like you actually does that?"
"Only when a Dom wants it that way, Sir. Doesn't have to happen that way."
"Oh now, don't you try to get out of it, pig. You offered and I think I'm gonna take you up on that offer. Crawl back over here. Bring that piss-drinking mouth of yours over here and put it over my cock. don't you fucking spill a drop, either, faggot."
Brandon gets into position, and waits, and waits. Nothing happens.
"Shit! I can't get started."
"that happens the first few times."
"So what do we do?"
"go into the bathroom and run warm water over your hand and I'll hold your dick in my mouth. It will start soon enough."
"You fucking sick faggot. You even know the secret to getting a man's piss out of his dick! Well, let's go."
They get into the bathroom and brady runs the water and gestures for the slave to get his cock in its mouth. Soon, the flow starts. "Oh yeah, man! Fucking yeah! Drink it down, slave. Swallow quickly. Don't fucking spill any."
He's got a huge load to fill the slave's belly. Finally he's finished. "That's really fucking disgusting, faggot. How the fuck did someone get you to do that?" "with a whip, Sir. Now I'm used to it."
"whatever. Well, I'm gonna take a shower. You can get your clothes back on and get out of here before I decide to beat the crap out of your for being so sick. Go!"
He turns to get the shower going. Brandon quickly goes into the other room, throws on his clothes and gets out of there. A lot of this scene was hot once they got going but he's looking forward to being back home again.
While all this is going on, Michael got a call from Martin, inviting him out for supper. Martin comes by to pick him up. Michael lets him in and Martin takes a look around the house. "Nice place. And you both have rooms upstairs?" "No. I'm upstairs. Brandon has a downstairs apartment."
"Sure is plenty of room here, that's for sure."
"Yes. It's really a nice place. And now Brandon owns it lock, stock and barrel."
"Hey, if you don't mind, I'd like to see your room, Michael."
"ah, gee, it's a real mess. Still haven't completely upacked yet."
"That's okay. I just want to get a sense of the space you live in. Never been in a gay boy's room before."
"Nothing different than a girls room except the pics and posters are all of guys. Oh wait, it probably is exactly like a girl's room. Just not as many pretty colors." Martin laughs and follows him upstairs.
Michael has some really hot artwork on his walls and Martin is impressed. "you've got good taste, Michael. Horny taste, but good taste indeed."
"You think this stuff is horny?"
"Michael, to tell you the truth, this stuff makes me horny," Martin confesses. Michael raises an eyebrow.
"Wow. So no wonder you were so cool about hiring me, Sir."
Martin gives him an evil smile. "Or you might say so hot about hiring you, boy, but it wasn't only my decision, you know. Everyone at work is open-minded, let's say. Besides, I think they wanted to increase the gay ratio, so you fit the bill perfectly."
Michael laughs, nervously. He's now keenly aware of the fact that Martin is somewhat attracted to him, but he's determined that he's not going to make the first move.
"Do you know what I like the best about you?" asks Martin. "What?"
"The way you tend to call each of us `Sir' most of the time."
"that's just the way I've been trained by others, always to show respect for real men, Sir."
"Define `real men'," boy."
"Men superior to me, Sir."
"do you feel I'm superior to you, boy?"
"Of course, Sir. After all, you're the one who hired me. And you're the one who's training me how do to the work you hired me for."
"I see. Well, in my opinion, good training is essential in any relationship, both inside and outside of work, boy."
Michael decides to move this along a bit, but cautiously, just in case he's picking up the wrong signals.
"I'm always grateful to those who take on the responsibility of training me, like you say, both inside and outside of the bedroom--I mean, both inside and outside of work, Sir."
Martin gets a certain look in his eye, as if he's going to devour the younger man.
"So tell me, boy, how much training do you usually get inside the bedroom?"
"Quite a bit, Sir, but, of course, every superior has different needs and priorities when it comes to training a boy like me, Sir."
"therefore, every boy like you always has a lot to learn. Is that true, Michael?"
"Yes indeed, Sir. And I like the way you've been training me. . . . at work, Sir."
"I'm wondering if maybe you would also benefit from some . . . . training . . . inside the bedroom, boy."
"I know I would, Sir. What would you be interested in training me to do?"
"Well, for starters, I'd like to watch how you strip naked to see if I need to make any adjustments."
"Now, Sir."
"right now, boy. Get those clothes off, just for a little while. Then we'll go to dinner and talk more about future training you might need."
"Yes, Sir," answers Michael, trembling a big inside, being coaxed into getting naked for an older man who has a lot of fire behind his eyes.
Slowly, Michael removes his clothes starting with his shoes and socks, which he sits on the bed to remove. Martin steps back and leans against the bureau in the room to watch the unveiling.
"I'd like to watch you wiggle your toes, Michael, now that your feet are bare."
Michael has never been asked to do something like this. It is amazingly erotic. He straightens out his lower legs, raising his feet in the air and wiggles his toes as best he can.
"Good boy. Now stand up and unbutton your shirt. Don't take it off, just unbutton it. We'll save the rest for after dinner."
Michael slowly does as told. He isn't wearing an undershirt, so the flesh of his bare chest is exposed.
"Bare chest. Nice. Do you shave it or is it naturally bare?"
"Naturally bare, Sir."
"I want to feel it. Put your hands behind your back, boy." Michael obeys.
Martin takes one hand and sticks it inside his shirt and explores what he finds there and Michael starts breathing heavily. Martin smiles at him. "I enjoy a boy who isn't afraid to react to another man's touch."
He reaches for a nipple and toys with it gently and Michael moans. "nice, Michael. Nice." He tries the other one, with the same effect.
"I have to say that I'm getting hungry. In two ways."
"What ways is that, Sir."
"Definitely hungry for supper, first. But then, hungry for more of your obedience to my wishes, boy."
"I'm naturally inclined to be obedient for men I like, Sir."
"Open your pants so I can view what you're wearing beneath them, boy."
Michael does so. He has on purple boxer briefs.
"Nice," says Martin, who reaches out and puts two fingers inside the boy's underpants and feels around."
"Shaved bare?"
"Yes, sir, mostly. It's been a couple weeks though."
Martin gropes more deeply and reaches around the boy's balls. "Just some fuzz down there, but I would appreciate it if you were completely bare by the next time I want to enjoy you, boy," says Martin.
"Yes, Sir, and when is that?"
"In my office tomorrow afternoon. You can come into work a little later tomorrow, let's say at 10 am, in order to give you enough time to prepare yourself for me, Michael. Be careful, though. Don't nick yourself."
"I'll do my best, Sir."
"You're probably used to having someone else strip off your hair, I suppose, boy?"
"Yes, Sir, that's true."
"Well I guess I can do that myself. Why don't you pack an overnight bag tomorrow and plan to spend it at my place. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Sir, provided I have an idea of what I'm in for."
"We can discuss that during dinner, Michael. You can get yourself put together again now, boy, and we'll go have our dinner. But wear sandals or flip-flips to dinner. I like viewing a boy's toes when I can."
"As you wish, Sir."
"And leave the first three buttons on your shirt unbuttoned so that I can enjoy looking at your bare flesh."
"Yes, Sir." Michael does as instructed.
"I am impressed and pleased with how compliant you seem to be, Michael."
"Compliant. A nice word. Classy. Classier than calling me a sub."
"Ah, yes. I prefer a classy approach to things, Michael, even though the end result tends to be the same."
"And what is that result, Sir, if this boy may ask?"
"Subjugation, Michael. Total subjugation, to whatever extent you can handle."
"I think you'd be pleased, Sir, with the extent of my compliance."
Martin smiles at him. "At the moment, the compliance that would please me is you following me out to the car so I can go get you fed so you've have energy to please me before this night is over, boy."
Martin leaves the room and Michael follows after him, quite amazed at what has transpired and what seems to be promised for the rest of the evening.
Martin opens the door of the car and gestures for Michael to get in. He gets Michael seated and closes the door, goes to his side, and begins to drive to the restaurant he has selected. Martin notices that Michael is sitting in his seat with his legs spread. While driving, he takes his right hand and runs it up the inside of Michael's left leg. Michael inhales deeply.
"I gather you've been trained to keep your legs spread in the presence of a superior, boy."
"Yes, Sir, always offering ready access."
When stopped at a traffic light, Martin's exploration of the boy's spread legs gets much more aggressive, so much so that he ignores the green light until the car behind him honks.
"ooops. I got carried away a bit."
Michael chuckles. "Sorry to have distracted you, Sir."
"The fault is all mine, although, as I'm sure you are aware, invariably it is the submissive one who gets punished for being such a distraction."
"Magic word, Sir."
"Which is that, Michael?"
"Punishment, Sir."
"I'm quite old fashioned when it comes to punishment, Michael."
"It's the best way, I've discovered, Sir. A great training tool."
"I'm glad we see eye to eye on that matter, boy."
"May I ask a question, Sir?"
"Certainly. Go ahead, Michael."
"Sir, do you prefer eye to eye or a submissive's eyes lowered."
"That depends on the situation. I'd prefer to have access to your eyes at dinner, that's for sure, boy. Later when you're completely naked before me, it's only proper to have your eyes lowered. Nonetheless, I insist on seeing a boy's eyes while I'm filling his mouth with my hard penis."
"I'll keep that in mind, Sir."
"And speaking of that, boy, tell me: how open is your throat?"
"Can usually swallow 8 inches, Sir."
"Excellent. You'll handle me well. I'll be pleased not to have to put up with much gagging and choking. There is always time for that, but I'd certainly prefer things to be much simpler tonight."
"As you wish, Sir. Always as you wish."
"Excellent. We've arrived. And by the way, as a matter of protocol, I tend to expect a boy like you to follow me whenever possible, not to walk as if we were equals."
"Understand, Sir. Definitely understand that we are not equals, that you are the superior one, Sir."
"Let's go inside. What will it take for you to hide our obvious arousal, Michael."
"May I just have a couple minutes before getting out of the car, Sir?"
"You do that. Meanwhile I'll go in and get us a table. I will order for both of us."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Is there anything you don't care for, as far as food is concerned."
"Mostly simple fare. Nothing that swims, Sir."
Martin chuckles. "Understood." He gets out of the car and goes inside. Michael thinks of old ladies until his cock is not terribly visible before getting out of the car and entering the restaurant. This dinner date is turning out far better than he ever expected. When he enters the restaurant, the hostess indicates where Martin is seated. Martin smiles at him as he comes to the table. He is seated looking out into the restaurant while all Michael can see from his own seat is Martin, who is holding an open menu. When he sits down, Martin says, "Sit up straight, boy, erect carriage. Put your hands on your thighs. Keep your head and your eyes lowered. Whenever a wait person puts something before you, look up, smile, and say thank you,' the lower your eyes again. I would like you to practice deep breathing and to consider that I have you sitting in a subservient position so that you can understand that you are completely under my control and direction, that you are most certainly inferior to me, and that I have confined you to the position in which you are sitting. Do not move your hands until I give permission. Do not say yes Sir' to any command. Simply obey. . . . There . . . excellent. Remember: eyes down.
And so Michael sits as instructed, silently, feeling more under a Master's control than at any other time, even when he'd been bound up back at the U.
Water is already at the table. The waiter comes by to take their orders. "I will have the stuffed filet of sole with a baked potato and string beans and a glass of Cabernet with ice on the side. The boy will have the Boeuf Bourguignon. I believe that contains potatoes?" "Yes, Sir," says the waiter. "Excellent. He will have a glass of club soda with lime to drink. And please bring bread and butter." "Right away, Sir."
After the waiter leaves, Martin says to Michael. "You may drink 1/3 of your glass of water thenyou're your hand back down." Michael obeys. "You seem well disposed to obedience, boy."
"Yes, Sir. It makes life much simpler when I am with someone who likes to take charge."
"Are there times when you find it difficult or impossible to obey a superior?"
"Yes, Sir, when the Dom really doesn't know what he's doing, or asks for things that are hard limits for me, Sir."
"Unfortunately, there are many who would like to think of themselves as Doms but who have neither the skills nor the experience or knowledge. Ideally, a Dom learns his skills by submitting to someone with better experience."
"I've heard that to be true, Sir. Since I have no inclinations in that direction, it is not something that concerns me, Sir."
"When in public situations feel free to use my name rather than titles of respect. Do you understand?"
"yes, Martin. thank you. It is always awkward to use certain words when in public."
"Yes spoke a moment ago of hard limits. I would like to know a bit more about that, Michael."
"Anything that would permanently mark my body, blood or burns, punching, not respecting limits or safe words, bondage until I feel safe, breath control, any kind of feminization or use of such words—that's a big turn-off. That's all I can think of at the moment, Martin.
"Have you ever worn a humbler, son?"
"No, Sir, but it is something I'd be willing to try."
"How about toilet training?"
"I'm really not sure about that, Sir. Not much experience."
"That is best done in the context of a regularly steady relationship until a boy has been suitably trained."
"I know that, Martin. My housemate was trained by an former Master as a urinal, and now everyone who dominates him demands it as a matter of course."
"And he willingly submits to their demands?"
"so far, Sir, although he is somewhat confused about it."
"Interesting, but not nearly as interesting as you. Under the circumstances, I would not consider asking you to drink, but you might end up bathed in it," says Martin. The waiter brings their drinks. Michael thanks him as he's been instructed and then lowers his eyes again."
"You are free to take a drink whenever you wish, boy, then hands down again. Do not respond. . . . Tell me, Michael, have you been chastity trained or caged?"
"Just a bit, Martin. One fellow I'm seeing has discovered that it pleases him when all my attention is on him and not on myself. I am never allowed an orgasm when with him."
"How do you feel about that?"
"It turns me on to a point, Sir."
"That is good. I usually restrict those I work with as well and, when necessary, use a locked cage. How about long term chastity. Have you any experience being restricted that way, Michael?"
"Not yet, Sir."
"An excellent answer. It shows you realize what will eventually happen to you, although again it will only happen when there is a serious commitment to one person who wishes to restrict you that way. On again and off again is not a good practice. It should be permanent and somewhat long term, unless a superior decides to make a momentary exception and allow a restricted servant a special treat."
"Brandon has had a lot of experience with that, Sir, but not me. At least not yet."
"I sense that you're still finding your way."
"Yes, Martin, very much. I had some experiences up at the U last semester, but none of them inspired me to make any strong commitment. I'm only 19. It's too soon for things like that, I believe."
"Most people would agree with you, Michael. I certainly understand. But, to get more personal, do you consider yourself to be a slut, boy?"
"I've been called that, Sir."
"How many fellows are you currently seeing, Michael?"
"Two, Sir, that is, besides whatever might happen with you. But I've only just arrived in town as you well know."
"Yes, indeed. With your permission, I may take it upon myself to, shall we say, share you around with men I know to be worthy and capable of keeping your interest high."
"As you wish, Sir. That sounds promising, Sir."
"There is one thing I want you to understand, Michael. It is essential that private matters and professional matters be completely separated. At work neither of us will give any indication whatsoever that there is a private dynamic between us outside the office. This is a general policy that all of us observe. There are not any restrictions to private arrangements between members of the staff, but they are always kept complete private. Do you understand?"
"completely, Sir. Thank you for being so clear about that."
The waiter brings their meals. "I ordered a French dish for you, Michael, but you will find that it is really nothing more than a very tasty beef stew. I hope you enjoy. And so let us enjoy our meal. From here on, you may move freely and enjoy your meal, Michael."
And from that point on they simply talk about neutral topics, about the courses he will be taking, and about work matters.