THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 31. Setting limits.
UP NORTH:
While Michael and Martin are enjoying their dinner, Jonny is naked, collared, hands bound behind his back and on his knees, eating Andy's ass for the first time. "there you go, boy, I'm glad I had you practice on your friend back at the dorm. Saves me some time. Go on, boy. Lick that hole, get your mouth in there and go to town!"
Jonny is having a hard time of it, because as soon as he got here and stripped, Andy collared and bound him and put him right to work at his back door. He wanted to see what the new sub could do before being given any special "incentives." He was trying his best, but Andy knows from experience that a sub needs a good thrashing in order to show the enthusiasm for service that Andy likes to enjoy.
"Ok, enough, pig!" he shouts, and stands up, pulling up his pants. Jonny remains kneeling, of course, and understands that he's in for a lot more than the last two times. Austin encouraged him to make the call. He was looking forward to finding out what condition Jonny would be in when he got back. In fact, he has his laptop in Jonny's room and is just doing some work before Jonny comes back from his ordeal.
Andy sits on the bed and speaks to Jonny as if he's a little boy. "You did pretty good, champ, for your first time. I was testing you to see how you'd do cold and without a warmup. However, it's common knowledge that sub boys are much more enthusiastic about taking care of their Masters after they've had a good thrashing, so that's what we're going to do now. Up you go, boy."
Jonny gets off the floor and goes to lie over Andy's knees like the last couple of times he was spanked, but Andy stops him. "I told you, Jonny, that each time I'd be taking a little more from you. So here's the deal: I want you to lie on the bed with a pillow under your groin. This time I'm not using my hands to spank you. I'll use my belt. And once I've decided you've had enough, you'll get off that bed and on your knees and you'll show my asshole how much more enthusiastic you've become once you've had some welts laid on your ass. Jonny goes to beg for leniency, but Andy says in a sharp tone, "Silence!" You will take what I decide to give you, and if I hear another word out of you, you'll feel my belt on your back as well as on your ass. Otherwise, I'll save that until next time. Now be a good boy and offer that juicy ass of yours to me. Let me teach you more about what your life will be like as a sub boy. Maybe when your buddy gets a look at your ass when I'm done with it, he'll get the idea that it's what you need.
Resignedly, Jonny gets into position, trembling a bit. "I'll start easy, boy, don't worry. It's a different kind of sting, getting belt-whipped, as you'll soon see." As he promised, Andy starts laying the belt across the boy's ass rather gently at first. "Okay, sub, now raise that ass in the air, showing me how much you want a good thrashing." Jonny does so, and Andy starts hitting a little harder, and, as he continues, it keeps getting more severe. As usual, Andy enjoys the noises a sub makes when its being thrashed, and Jonny is no different. A couple of gasps, some whining, and then, as Andy really gets into it, the boy cries out. Andy loves it when a boy loses its mind and actually shouts the word `OW' like what you see in comic strips. Nothing comical about it this time, though. Andy really starts giving this boy a good whipping, and Jonny's outcries turn to tearful begging for mercy. But no mercy is given in response. Andy wants this would-be sub to understand what it means to get a real beating, even though this belting isn't nearly as painful as what will eventually follow should he have the courage to come back.
Jonny begins begging for mercy. "Do you promise to be a good boy?" Andy asks. "Yes, sir, I'll be a good boy." "Will you service me enthusiastically?" "Yes, Master, very enthusiastically." Andy notes that Jonny just used the "m" word, prompted by what frame of mind the thrashing was leaving him. "Fine," says Andy as he drops the belt on the floor. Jonny's ass is glowing red and several welts where lashes overlapped, and some very read marks on his side where the belt wrapped around.
Andy quickly gets out of his pants. "On the floor, bitch!"he orders as he bends over the side of the bed. "Eat me, boy. show me how eager you are to please your Master." Jonny buries his face in Andy's ass as Andy spread his cheeks wide. "All the way in, boy!" And Jonny dives right in there, licking and sucking and even chewing a bit, proving the good effect a thrashing has on a sub boy. Once Andy realizes how well the beating worked he turns over. "Eat my balls, slave. Get them good and wet. . . . .and finally, "suck my cock now, all the way down. Jonny jumps over Andy's cock like it is the most wonderful, most delicious things he's ever seen. runs it deep into his mouth and jerks it off with his mouth. "That's right, boy. Now you know how to service a man. Make damn sure you do it for every man who wants to use your mouth and tongue, got it?" "Yes Sir," Jonny tries to say with Andy's cock buried deep in his throat.
Once Andy's unloaded his balls into Jonny's mouth he tells the boy to wait and calls down to Justin. "I just thrashed a sub and he's suddenly gotten very eager to serve cock. Figured he could return the favor if you're in the mood. . . . One of the twinks from the U... . .Jonny . . . . . don't know. Come on, you always enjoy the mouth of a well-whipped slaveboy. No strings attached. Up here? Sure. Blindfolded? Of course. Just get yourself up here, dude. Right."
Andy takes a blindfold and fixes it on Jonny's eyes and face. "He doesn't want you to recognize him. Fine with me. Just remember, boy all you're good for right now is a hole to fuck. Work that mouth good over my buddy. Do I need to whip you some more to help turn up your enthusiasm?" Jonny promises that he will be a good boy. "No? Okay, but I'll be watching and I'll have that belt in my hand just in case. I want so see a cock-hungry slut go after his meat like you haven't had anything to eat in days and you're starving for it. Act if you have to. But make sure that your mouth and tongue are unforgettable."
Justin walks in naked and throws himself back on the bed with his legs open. "Get over here, slut. Use your tongue to get me hard. Show me how eager you are for man meat." Andy guides Jonny to the right spot. Jonny's hands are still bound behind him so Andy has to actually put the sub's mouth to Justin flaccid cock. Jonny begins working it with tongue and spit and face and soon it gets good and hard. "Mouth up over the tip, boy," says Justin who groans loudly when he feels the boy's mouth and tongue.
"Okay, suck it. Suck it like you mean it. Suck it like you're addicted to cock. Justin grabs Jonny's head and starts to direct it. He moves it off his dick. "Take a deep breath then dive down and stay there, all the way down. and don't fucking say anything." Jonny inhales and as soon as he's finished, Justin presses his head down, down, all the way down and holds it there and counts to six then releases it. Jonny expels it and starts breathing heavily. "Not bad. Once your breathing calms down, boy, we'll do it again. This time for ten seconds. So make sure you take in lot of air, slave." Jonny inhales. Justin takes his head and rams it down and counts to ten, Jonny panics around 7 and tries writhing his was out of it but Justin holds him there and even smacks his face a few times before releasing him.
"Okay, enough of that. Give me a good old fashioned blow job now, up and down tight and fast. milk the jizm out of my dick, faggot!"
Jonny completes the job. Justin, without another word, gets up, gives Andy a high five and goes back downstairs. The sub remains kneeling, obviously exhausted, hoping that will be enough for the night.
"I have a friend who's opening a supermarket right near the south entrance. Be there at 6 am every day this week. He could use the help stocking shelves and a few other things. Don't expect anything from him. If he tries to give you money, say that I've already taken good care of you. 6 to noon, all five days this week. You've better hope I don't hear any complaints."
Got it, boy? "Yes, Sir." `HERE'S the address." You'll get dirty, so wear old clothes. None of them know your scene there, so don't blow it." "Yes, Sir."
"Okay. Next time, more of the same and it will be time to play with your nipples and balls. Let Austin practice on you, boy. It will help build character. I'll await your call."
"Sit, what about the cage?" Andy roughly smacks the boy across the face. "Mind your manners, kid."
"May this sub ask a question, Sir?"
"Go ahead. You want to know about the cage coming off, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well then you have Austin call me and he can come over to take possession of the key. Then he can decide when you can be released. His decision. Got it? "Yyyyes, Sir."
Good. Then off with you, faggot. Call when you're brave enough for more."
Jonny leaves without answering and heads back to the dorm. What the fuck is going on? Andy made arrangements for him to get up early in the morning and go work for free? How did that figure into the mix? He thinks maybe he should just quit the whole game and not show up tomorrow morning. If that means Andy won't work with him anymore, fine. But he has to set a limit, and this is the time to do it before going any farther.
When he gets back to the dorm, he is happy to see Austin in his room doing homework. He was hoping he'd be there. They greet one another and Jonny starts right in. "Austin, I'm confused about something" "What is it, pup?" "Well, I was at Andy's and it was difficult as usual but I survived. But just before I left Andy told me that he has a friend opening a store in town and that I'm to be there at 6 am tomorrow and work each day to 12 helping with stock. And not get paid for it. Complete slave labor."
"Is that something he ever mentioned to you before?"
"No. Out of the clear blue sky."
"Well, that's strange. So what are you going to do? Are you going to go tomorrow?"
"I decided not to. I have to set a limit and this is where I need to set it. If Andy loses interest in me, that's fine."
"Of course it is. Besides, you and I will do fine on our own as we work out this dynamic between us. I'm glad you had the guts to set a limit. That's important. He crossed a line. You don't have to take that, even as a slave."
"You said `slave'"
"Yes, I did."
No further comment. Silence ensues.
Finally, Austin gives in. "the word just naturally came to mind when I was speaking to you, because it certainly seems that Andy was training you as a slave, and now I'm finding out that the idea is very appealing to me even though basically, we are good friends. I believe we can work it out step by step.
Jonny walks away from him and starts thinking. At one point he leaves the room to use the mens' room and then comes back looking resolute.
"So let me get this straight. You're saying, I guess first, is that you're thinking you might want me as your slave even though I'm your friend. You think it would work for us."
"Correct. Now you have to decide if it might work for you, especially since it's pretty clear to both of us that Andy sees you as a slave-in-training. Do you deny that?"
"Not at all. Especially considering what we did tonight. I'll get to that later. The other thing I want to mention is that you think you and I could work it out ourselves without Andy any longer."
"Hmmmm. You know something, Jonny, i encourage it. Sure, he got this whole thing started. But also, it's really hard for you to go to him and take what he dishes out. You really hesitated before this time."
"that's right. Well, friend, do you think you could handle having to learn more about it, like do some kind of research or something so the whole thing will develop?"
"Certainly. Besides, the two of us are in this together. We'll manage fine. And if we have questions, there are plenty of Doms and subs around to get advice from. Yes, I think that is what we should do. What we will do."
Jonny chuckles. "I guess the Master has made the decision. No need to consult the slave."
"You want more spanking, boy?"
"Please no, Sir. Please nothing. boy is wrecked, Sir."
Austin goes and gives him a hug. This is the first time they've actually hugged.
Then Austin says, "So, no more Andy?"
"No, Sir. No more Andy. Should I let him know?"
"I think he'll get the message when he finds out you didn't show up at 6am."
"Well then, he told me to have come to him to get the key to my cage, so I guess you should go right now before he finds out that I'm quitting him."
"Good thinking. Go take a shower and I'll head over there now. Strip here so I can see your ass."J
onny does. It hurts to get his jeans off. "Holy shit," says Austin. "you're fucking never going back there. And wait for me. I'll take a shower too. That way I can shield you so no one sees you really got your ass whipped, like an old fashioned trip to the woodshed."
"Stop talking so hot. and thanks for covering me."
"No problem. I don't want anyone to think that I did that to you. Not that it might not happen some day," he winks at jonny. "Let's wear towels until right before we get in and you walk in front of me."
"Yes, Sir." Jonny thinks to himself "hmmmmm, there's kind of a ring to saying that . . . . . "
And so that's what they do. And before the night is over, Austin takes a ride over to Andy's to get the key for the cage before Andy finds out that Jonny is quitting him. Later on that night Jonny is quite happy to have his dick flopping freely in the air. Nonetheless Austin keeps the cage and the key and lets Jonny know that his freedom might only be temporary. And he doesn't let Jonny jerk off before they fall asleep. Par for the course.
BACK IN LIPTON:
In Martin's townhouse. Michael is naked and has a collar around his neck which Martin has provided. Martin is sitting on the couch and Michael is kneeling on the floor before him.
"Kneeling before a Master should feel good to a boy like you, and it should feel natural because that's where you belong.
"It's fine. Actually, it feels like this is just the way things are supposed to be, only you and I never thought like that before even though you are my friend."
Martin sharply corrects him. "You should never think of me as a friend when it comes to these things, Michael. "Friend" would imply "equal" You are obviously inferior. Therefore you should usually be on your knees or seated back the way you are. And you should stop using my name when we're doing this. I am Sir' or Master'. Now stand up before me and put your hands behind your back. I want to take a closer look at your junk."
Michael turns beet red and cannot believe how humiliating this is as this man who is his boss at work is now behaving like a Master in the bedroom. He is a slave being inspected and of course it's humiliating. But being naked while Sir is dressed? Hot as hell! He steps up and surrenders to Martin's touch. Fortunately, Martin's hands are warm. He pulls a bit on Michael's balls. "Stand up straight. Don't bend your knees." Michael adjusts and Martin continues to pull. Michael moans. "Need some stretching," Martin says, "and not just for me. For most Doms." Michael already knows that but isn't sure how to act. "Well I want to be the type of boy that gets a reputation for good obedience and attitude."
"I intend to mentor you about, maybe even bring you to the whipping post if that seems to become necessary."
"Understood, Master." Michael just surprised himself by saying that. But does he really want to say that to Martin? to his boss at work?
Martin places the palm of his hand on Michael's face and says, "Good. And so, in that case, . . . " he smacks Michael across the face several times and Michael lowers his eyes and tears are beginning to appear.
"I'll remove my clothes and tell you where to put each item." And so it is, and Michael gets a lot of practice at simply doing what he is told, no matter what it might be. And this isn't any way near as bad as what he was told to do at the U by the guys he went with.
Martin is wearing black boxers and they seem to be amply filled. Michael sees that he isn't terribly hairy, and he's glad. The thought of having to service a hairy older man would bother him and he was worried about that. So far, so good. Then Martin gives him a surprising command. "Lie back on the bed and masturbate. I want to see you cum and eat it."
Very surprising? Was that going to be the extent of their play tonight? Watch him jerk off then take off?
Meanwhile, Martin is pleased that Michael simply began to obey without questioning everything. A good sign of the quality of his submissive nature. "Close your eyes and think about your need to please superior men, the things you like to do, the times you've felt under control and enjoyed it. Remember that for a true submissive and a true slave, those qualities aren't weakened by an orgasm. You have a true slave nature and it must be directed, controlled and mentored because you are so young. You must be ready to lose rights and privileges, to be stripped of dignity and false pride. You must prefer to be naked because it pleases those who can enjoy the sight of your nude body in all its detail. You must consider every single person you meet as sexually superior no matter what the orientation. Slaves are frequently punished, as I hope you've found out by now. Some superiors beat their slaves just to remind them that they're slaves. For example, after you cum, I am going to take you over my knee and give you a good sound thrashing. After you cum. As you keep jerking your cock, you must realize that you are offering me your cum and then eating it to show that it isn't anything important any longer and is not something you should think about much. The best slaves only cum from being fucked. The best slaves enjoy giving blow jobs more than they ever enjoyed getting any, or have never had the desire for one. Yes, boy. You will eat your cum and then crawl over my knees so I can beat you when your urges are weakest. I want to see what you can endure."
"Come on, Michael, give me your cum. Show me your cum before you eat it. Come on, now, now now, now NOW! . . . . .and he cums into his hand and quickly licks it clean, afraid to displease Martin um...the Master.
"You're still leaking a bit. Clean that up." orders Martin and Michael is quick to do it.
Martin sits on the bed. "Okay, slave, over my knees. Now I'll see what you're made of. Take my discipline at the moment when you're least able to enjoy it."
"Can I do this?" Michael thinks to himself. "No, wait, WILL I do this?" Maybe it's time to set a limit. Ah, don't worry about the fucking job. This is separate, remember. . . . . Hmmm. "Let's see what it does for me . . . . I might regret this but it's worth it just for the experience alone. Submit to a beating when I'm not able to enjoy it? That sounds like real slavery."
And so, rather than set a limit here, he dutifully turns himself around and is finally ass up over Martin's knees. Martin gently caresses the boy's ass to help him relax, then plants a couple crisp slaps over each cheek. "Absorb the pain, boy. Suck it into your body. You're probably thinking that you really don't want to do anything after you've cum. that would be appropriate. But you've obviously decided that you want to experience a deeper level of submission."
"While he's saying this, he is methodically smacking the boy's ass, but not very hard. He's giving the boy time to settle into his submission."
"You're doing well, for a beginner slave. Let's teach you what it feels like to be genuinely thrashed. Imagine that your father walked into your room and not only saw you masturbating, but even saw you cumming and immediately takes you over his knee to see if he can break you of the habit."
Martin picks up the pace and the severity of the blows and soon Michael is hitting that point where he's close to panicking but is determined to find out what Martin wants to do to him. Before long he is crying out and writhing and trying to get away but Martin keeps a firm hold on him. "Stay still, slave, or I'll go get something that will hurt a hell of a lot more!" Michael quiets himself and tears begin to flow from his eyes and down his face. Soon snot follows, and at that point, Martin helps him gently off his knees and onto the floor and orders him to crawl into the bathroom to find something to wipe his face with and then to crawl back to him. His ass is on fire, but at the same time he finds it is indeed impressing on him that this Master is teaching him about what he needs to learn as a slave. But again the question arises: "Could Martin actually be his Master? Sounds terribly complicated."
When he gets back to the room, Martin has shed his boxers and is lying on the bed with his hard cock in his hands. Pretty big but not the biggest Michael has ever handled. "Now get up here and suck the cock of the man who whipped you to show him the respect he deserves."
"Wow," thinks Michael, "he sure has a way with words." He gets between Martin's legs and begins by licking his scotum. "No time for that now, slave. Get right to the cock. Get it wet and show me what skills you have as a cocksucker, a faggot cocksucker." that pushes all of Michael's buttons and it isn't long before he is sliding his mouth down and up the Master's cock, using his tongue to bring additional pleasure.
"Take a deep breath and go all the way down and let's see how long you can stay down there."
That's not too difficult for him to do. Martin's cock presses right at his usual gag reflex. He holds himself down and hears Martin counting. "I, 2, 3, 4, 5, . . . all the way to ten and then Michael forces his head back up and chokes a bit.
"Relax a moment. Then we'll do it again. This time for a count of 12." As Michael goes down, Martin puts his hand on the back of the slave's head and forces it down, holding it there for the entire count of 12 and Michael is shaking, trying to hold himself there. When released, there is the usual reaction, and phlegm and snot which Martin quickly orders the slave to lick or suck up.
"One more time, slave. Count of 15. Surrender, slave, surrender. Don't make me feel like I have to take my belt to you to get you to cooperate with what I'm trying to do here."
"What HE'S trying to do? fuck that!" Michael says to himself, but already begins preparing himself to take a very big breath. `NOW! orders the Master. Michael dives and Martin leaves him find his way down by himself, but as soon as he gets as far as he can get, Martin's hand pushes him a bit farther down and then holds him tightly there as he counts. Michael is sure he's either going to pass out or vomit all over the place. Martin's pressure on the back of his head is brutal. there's no getting away from this unpleasant training, Michael thinks, and it really is unpleasant. He realizes that he has stopped having fun. He doesn't want to be this type of slave who is pushed into dark and cruel places.
Martin lets go, and Michael practically flies off the bed. "Get your fucking ass back up here, you worthless cocksucker. Finish me off, and you'd better pray that I don't decide to punish you once I get to shoot my load down your throat." Michael doesn't even think. He just rushes to obey. "Now up and down easy, keep a steady rhythm. Milk my dick, slave. Swallow my load like the pig you are meant to be."
Michael adjusts himself to the speed that Martin wants and then just sucks his cock, hoping for a quick result because his mouth is really sore now. But at least he's not gagging or choking any longer.
"Here it is, slave. Learn its taste. Hold it in your mouth for a while and when I say to, swallow all my load at once."
Finally Martin gives the signal and Michael swallows. NO sooner does he do this than he finds himself tossed to the floor again, and this time not gently. Once he's down there, Martin kicks him in the balls a couple times.
"Get your clothes on, slave. No, instead, stay naked. You can carry them with you. Martin picks up his phone and presses a button. We're ready for you to bring the boy home. Feel free to use its mouth if you wish before letting it into its house."
To Michael, he says, "Go downstairs, through the kitchen and you will see a back door. Go out the door and stand there for my chauffeur to pull up."
Everything is dark when Michael leaves the house. He has to stand there shivering a bit until he hears the car approach. The chauffeur's window is partly open. "Open the back door and get in. When I get to your house, get out of my car as quickly as you can. I have no other need of you tonight."
Michael can't believe the way he's feeling when he finally gets back to his room a little while later. That hard to be one of the most demanding and humiliating scenes he has ever been through. But was it worth it? Would he ever be capable of getting off on that much intensity? And yet . . . and yet, dammit, for almost the first time since school started last fall, he really feels like he is meant to be a slave. Sure he has a lot to learn. And he has to toughen up quite a bit. But why does he feel like Martin just took him too far over the edge? Would he want to be dominated by Martin again? Ever?
Exhausted, he quickly falls asleep without even bothering to shower. He's grungy, used, a real dirty faggot cocksucker pig slave and he could care less. He falls into a deep and fortunately dreamless sleep.