THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 38. Facing the music.
It didn't take long. As he was getting out of the shower, Brandon's phone was ringing. Ned was on the phone. "We want to have a meeting with you this morning about something that has come to our attention. You will be picked up at 8:30. Naked."
Nice way to start the day. Something new to upset him at the end of what has turned out to be a pretty miserable week. He forces down his breakfast and waits for the limo to arrive. When it arrives, he doesn't recognize the chauffeur, gets into the back seat without saying or hearing a word. A bottle of water sits in the back with a note saying "drink all of this."
He drinks and his stomach is upset because of being so nervous. By the time the limo has arrived at Ned's house, he has mellowed out and wonders what the Masters put into the water and feels at least a little grateful. Steven is standing at the door and helps him out of the limo and brings him into the same room they were in the last time he was punished. This frightens him a bit, but whatever they drugged him with helps him settle down.
Steven hasn't said anything to him, but points to a pillow on the floor and Brandon immediately kneels on it. Then Steven speaks, "You may sit back."
There are four chairs placed before where the boy is positioned and the other three Masters enter the room and they all sit down facing him. Once again, Steven is the one who addresses him.
"We received a message late last evening from Master Orson telling us he was disappointed that you had contacted him to cancel the date with him that had been scheduled for tomorrow evening. We are a bit concerned that you did such a thing without asking for our input or permission. Of course, you will be punished for that, but not right now. As I said, we are concerned and sense that something is wrong. Therefore, we have decided to give you an opportunity to speak freely to us about what is going on. Nothing you say here will lead to any additional punishment, so please let us know what is going on with you and why you felt so desperate that you cancelled your date with Master Orson."
"Master, this slave has been feeling overloaded this week. It had a difficult session last night and was depressed when it got home. It spent time with its mother but it couldn't speak openly about what was going on other than to say that it had made some bad choices and was feeling the consequences. And that is just about what was going on. Too many encounters. Too much sex. Too many strangers. It's taken a toll on me. And, since you gave me permission to speak openly, what I need to say is that I need a break. Sorry for speaking unpolitely."
Steven answers immediately. "Slave, never ever hesitate to speak with any one of us when you have an issue regarding a limit. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"yes, Master."
"And so. We thought it best to allow you to be whoring around as much as possible because we felt it would help you become more humble and obedient to anyone who demanded service from you. And yet, at the same time, we are well aware that you are still a young pup, and it is quite obvious that you have hit a limit that we need to respect."
"I have a question," says Kelton. "Brandon, if you were feeling badly last night, why did you not immediately contact us? After all, your immediate instinct must be to always to go your Master before anything else."
"I'm sorry, Master, I was weary and upset and I simply didn't think. I reacted the way I always did most of my life and just went to my mother even though I couldn't really tell her what was going on."
Frank speaks: "In the future, slave, you must remember that it is imperative that you come to us first about anything at all before ever speaking with anyone else."
Ned speaks: "What are you, Brandon?"
"I am a slave."
"Who do you belong to?"
"To you, Master."
"So, have I made my point?"
"Yes, Master."
Steven speaks further. "So, as far as Master Orson goes, we will reschedule you time with him. We know him well and it will be good for you to be under his control. As for the present, I wish to ask you a question. What would suggest could be a helpful solution to the fact that you have recently felt so overloaded?"
"I have thought about this, Master, and what I would like to beg you all for would be permission to discontinue my account with gsm. That way I'd only be subject to you and to anyone whom you choose directly for me to serve, and will not be distracted or tempted by all the activity that is available on that site."
The Masters turn their heads and have a brief quiet discussion. They turn back to Brandon and Ned speaks.
"That is an excellent idea for the present. We will terminate your account today."
"Now as for punishment. You cancelled a date that we had set up and confirmed for you. You did this on your own without asking permission. We cannot let that go with your being adequately punished. The purpose of punishment, as you learned when you were up north, is to make sure an undesirable behavior is not repeated. Therefore, you will be punished as follows: Tonight I will bring you to the Master who wished to whip you with a single-tail. You will be whipped, but not severely. Twenty lashes with that whip will suffice, all delivered to your naked back. After you've been whipped, a nurse will attend to your wounds.
Then you will be taken to a special retreat house that we all use when we have need. You will stay there from Friday evening until Monday evening. The little house is in a beautiful location overlooking mountains and is an inspiring place to be. You will be given a journal and are encouraged to use it while you are there. Coffee is available and there is a microwave. You will have your usual breakfasts and you will find casseroles in the freezer for your other meals. There are no electronics available, no cellphone or Internet; there is only a landline which we can use to contact you if necessary but which cannot be used for out-calls. You will spend the time in solitude and silence and beauty which we hope will refresh you and give you the "break" you say you need. During the day today you should contact people who would notice your absence and say that you are going to be away on a temporary assignment and will be out of touch until Tuesday morning. Do you have any questions?
"No, Master."
"Do you understand why it is necessary for you to be punished tonight?"
"yes, Master."
"We also hope that your time there will be fruitful. We encourage you to write in the journal we will provide. In addition to that, next week, rather than doing your usual work for us, we will arrange for you to be doing hard physical labor from Tuesday until Friday, 8 am to 5 pm with one half-hour break. It is very possible that you will be subjected to the lash while you are working. Your sessions with Michelle will be cancelled until the following week."
Ned concludes the meeting. "Go home now. Contact whom you need to contact. Then do whatever work you can. Michelle will not meet with you today. Master Steven will text you with the time he will pick you up to bring you to the Master who will whip you. You will bring nothing with you other than your naked body. No phone or any other means of communication."
"Yes, Master."
"I wish to fuck the slave before it leaves," announces Master Frank.
"Me as well," adds Master Ned. "Steven and Kelton, you may leave now."
On the way out, Steven reminds the slave that it will be notified as to when it will be picked up.
Ned leads the slave to a bedroom and tosses it a tube of lube. "Take care of this," he orders the slave. Once it has prepared itself Ned has it lie on its back and hold its legs up and he takes it that way. A quick, brutal assault with little concern for the slave's pleasure from this encounter. As soon as he is finished, Ned wipes himself clean on a towel and as he leaves the room, calls out for Frank to take his place. Frank has the slave double over at the end of the bed with its ass offered (the way Kelton usually uses it) and Frank quickly slides in and then takes a long time with long full strokes until at last, having edged himself, he has a powerful orgasm as he pounds himself all the way up the slave's ass. Then he inserts a plug so the slave will not leak on the way home in the limo. He cleans himself and leaves, ordering the slave to make its way out the front door where the limo will be waiting.
Once he's back home he finds a text waiting on his phone. From Steven. "Tell no one where you are going or why. Simply saying we've sent you on a special secret assignment."
The first person he calls is Gary.
"Gary, I'm going to be away and out of reach until Tuesday. Just wanted you to know. If you need to come to the house before then, here is Michael's number: xxx-xxx-xxxx. I'll let him know you might be moving in and you'll contact him."
"Hey thanks, buddy. Where are you going?"
"I'm not sure. I was told it is a special assignment and needs to be kept secret. I'm kind of in a lot of trouble because of something that happened this week. This is part punishment and part something that is going to help me relax, or so they tell me. I'll get back to you on Tuesday. I hope things go well for you, Gary. Talk to you on Tuesday."
"thanks for the info. I hope everything turns out okay for you. Bran, I've decided that I'm going to call my parents and tell them I'm quitting school, that I can't stand it here. They'll probably freak out. Fortunately I have most of the money I was able to save from my summer job and the car is in my name, so if they decide to cut me off at least I have that. Who knows? Maybe they'll be understanding, but I doubt it. If I end up living with you that will probably be the end of things with them."
"Gary, I'm sorry I won't be around this weekend but at least I know you'll have a safe place to stay if needed. Don't worry about anything. We'll be able to help you get settled when you get back."
"thanks, baby. Thanks for everything. The thought of living with you and being away from here is really helping me feel good. I hope you have a nice break and that the punishment, whatever it is, won't be too awful for you. You can tell me all about it on Tuesday."
They say goodbye. Then Brandon calls his mother, and Michael, who has a very busy weekend planned, and finally Barry. He explains Gary's situation and Barry tells him not to worry, that he's sure he'll be able to come to his aid and help him get settled. He gives Brandon permission to give Gary his phone number, just in case.
All that done, Brandon tries to get some more work done on the files he was sent, but it is really hard to concentrate. On top of all that, Kelton texts him to tell him he'll be over at lunch time so he can fuck him once more before he's sent away. Again, he'll bring lunch.
Brandon cleans himself out yet again and takes another shower, then settles down for a couple hours' work. Just for the hell of it, he checks gsm only to find out that his account has already been taken down and most likely wiped clean. He'll miss the fun he had there, but he knows it's for the best. And, after all, it was his suggestion, not something the Masters demanded of him. He's obviously anxious about getting whipped tonight, but at the same time, he feels pretty good about spending some time in peaceful solitude at the "retreat" they have planned for him. Once again he's reminded that they really do look out for his best interests, and that the meeting they all had wasn't all that bad. His inner slave knows it deserves to be punished and is even looking forward to what will be happening. Twenty lashes doesn't seem all that bad after all. It could have been a lot worse.
When Kelton comes by, Brandon is in position waiting for him as previously arranged. Usually Kelton doesn't say much but today, as he comes down the stairs, he asks, "How are you doing, boy?"
"Nervous, Sir. Wondering how much it will hurt, I guess."
"Hey, kid. It might actually turn you on. Just think of it as a real adult spanking."
"Knowing I am a slave and can be punished if I disappoint my Master turns me on, but I don't know what this will be like."
"Just think of yourself tied to a whipping post naked while other men are looking at you, looking forward to seeing you get whipped."
"Master, please fuck me now. That will help me relax, I bet. Please, Master, fuck your slave good and hard."
"How can I refuse a request like that? But get on your back. I want to see your face while I'm fucking you."
Brandon rolls around. "Hold your legs up." He does. "Spread `em." He gets between the slave's legs and sticks two of his fingers in his butt and Brandon starts moaning. "Look into my eyes," Kelton demands, and that is an agreeable command because Kelton has hypnotic and powerful eyes. Brandon loses himself in those eyes while Kelton starts fucking him. "Open your mouth!" he commands. As he continues fucking Brandon with long slow strokes, he spits into the slave's mouth repeatedly. You belong to us, you are our slave, you faggot cocksucking pissdrinking slut twink. You will always be a slave. You will always be ruled by a Master who has all power over you. You will be punished when a Master decides. You will be spanked and paddled and caned and whipped as the Master wishes, you will almost always have welts, bruises and wounds on your miserable body. Your body is meant mainly to please cocks and make men feel good. Your cock is locked away, useless and uninteresting. The only way you will ever spill your cum except when you get fucked when the Master wishes to allow you to cum. I am fucking you right now, slave, and I am really enjoying fucking your ass. I wish I could be there watch you get whipped, but one of us will watch and report to the others. Spread those legs farther so I can fuck you deeper. Take it, bitch. Oh shit, I'm coming!!!!!"
And as he cums, Kelton begins slapping the daylights out of Brandon's face and Brandon starts crying. Kelton leans over on him, slipping from his ass, and takes him into his arms and lets the boy slob on his shoulder, getting his shirt soaked. Brandon drops his legs and wraps them around Kelton's waist and hold on to his neck and buries himself into Kelton's body.
Kelton says nothing. Nothing needs to be said. They communicate to each other through their bodies, Brandon's gratitude and need for Kelton at the moment; Kelton's caring for him as a precious boy as well as his own slave. It probably doesn't last long but it feel like forever to Brandon and he knows he'll be just fine tonight no matter how much it hurts.
Finally, Kelton bids him stand up, he pulls up his pants, and takes the slave by its hand and brings it upstairs to have the lunch he brought—Kosher hot dogs that he knows the slave loves so much.
They pretty much eat in silence. After all, it's hard to have a conversation when both parties are feasting on extra-thick Kosher hot dogs drenched in warm sauerkraut, not the cold stuff the use up north. Yuck!
Once they finish, Kelton asks for a cup of coffee. The slave gets up to put a pod in the coffee-maker and cleans the table, throwing away the trash they generated. Coffee ready, the slave gives the cup to Master Kelton, who, he knows, likes it black.
"Sit down, slave. It's time for me to give you a bit of a lecture."
Brandon sits down and looks up at him a little nervously. "The reason you are being whipped tonight is so the next time you're in some sort of mood or crisis, you will remember being whipped and you will automatically bring your concern to those you belong to, not to some other person who doesn't even fully understand what you are. Slave, you always come to us first. We've made it easy for you to communicate and to reach one of us immediately, and sometimes we are even all of us there to witness what you have to say and to offer solutions. And, in addition to that, you need to be reminded that you have no right to cancel or back out of something we have scheduled for you, most especially when it's a situation of going to serve another Master we are sharing you with. You really forgot yourself. . um, NO!. . . That's not the right way to say it. . . . You really forgot what you are and rather reverted to what you used to be when you were under the illusion that you were just an ordinary gay boy. Now I expect you to take to heart everything I am telling you and take it as deep inside you as my load of cum is at the moment. Do you have any questions for me?" (This is a surprise. The Masters seldom ask this.)
"No, Master. It's just that I'm so sorry that I still haven't been trusting you all enough. That I forgot you own me and that I have no right to look anywhere else. I acted like I was still in high school and not now a college student who has been enslaved for its own good."
"That's a good way of putting it, boy," says Kelton.
"One more thing," adds Ned. "Perhaps you would benefit from thinking about what's coming later on tonight. You are really going to have a nice few days. I promise you."
Kelton pats him on the cheek and turns and leaves the house. (that's the most of a good-bye he's ever gotten from a Master).
After he leaves, Brandon tries to call Gary again. "Hey, what's up? You okay?"
"I'm fine. Just wanted to ...um to... hang out with you for a bit."
"Brandon, something's wrong. What's happening, baby?" (This isn't the first time Gary's used that word lately.)
"I did something wrong and I'm gonna be punished for it tonight . . . . . but I'll be fine."
"then why are you so worried? Come on, Bran. Talk."
"It's a real whip. What they call a `single-tail'."
"Holy shit, Brandon! I've um...seen clips of that being used on people."
"I'm not going to ask why you were viewing those kind of clips, but tell me: how awful was it?"
"You can't tell from clips like that. Most of it is acting. But I did see one where the guy getting it didn't even flinch. And I never saw anyone really screaming or anything like that. And there's no blood, mostly."
"thanks. that's a relief, I guess. So no why were you looking at things like that?"
"Let's just say I'm . . .. . doing research."
"Research?"
"Yeah," as he makes up an excuse, "So I know all about things that might happen to you if you continue to play the game you're playing."
"Gary. Gary. It's not a game," Brandon says quietly.
"Okay, Bran. I'm sorry I said that. I was just getting carried away because I don't know any word that refers to what's going on with you and them."
"Relationship" is fine. "Just think that I have one Master and that Master's name is Steven."
"Who is Steven?"
"One of the four. He's a bit older than me but really hot with bright blonde hair and blue eyes and well built and he's really nice to me and I spend the most time with him. In fact, he is going to pose as just my boyfriend for my Mom's sake and other people in the family. People who don't really know, and don't really have to. I have a boyfriend and his name is Steven."
"Or you have a Master and His name is Steven. Got it. Are you sure that's okay with the others?"
"Yes. Steven was chosen because he's the youngest. But the others are all wonderful in some way, I promise you. These guys are totally devoted to taking care of me. In addition to everything else. And the way I met them is that my father got me a job working for them. They are a communications team. So they're all my bosses and I work for them writing things and I'm being very very well paid. I told you that before you went away."
Suddenly the tone changes.
"Bran. I . . I. . . I might need some help after all. I decided I'm talking to my parents tonight. I withdrew from the school this morning. It felt so good! I'm calling them later but I won't have a way of getting in touch with you."
"Well if anything awful happens, just call Barry and he'll get word to the Masters and they'll take it from there, decide if they can help, decide what to tell me. And Barry would do anything for you. I'm sure of that. Don't' worry."
"Well you, too, pal. don't you worry. They wouldn't do anything to damage you. You know that."
"Now all I have to worry about is anyone damaging you, Gary."
"Not going to happen. I've got michael's phone, Barry's phone and even a couple of friends here. I'll be fine. Worst case scenario: I'm living with you when you get home Monday night."
"that would be awesome, but I just hope it doesn't get too ugly."
"Brandon, I've been dealing with their ugly all my life. Trust me. I can handle it."
"Okay, G. In that case, I guess I'll say goodbye for now. Talk to you Tuesday."
Brandon gets real pensive after that conversation. There was something about it, something he can't seem to put his finger on . . . . . . and then he thinks of what Gary just told him: "I've been dealing with their ugly all my life."
"You know," he says to himself, "there are some ways of living that are worse than being a bdsm slave." He's glad he's where he is right now. Even with the whipping looming over his head.
At 6:30 he takes a shower and cleans himself out . . . just in case."
He sees the headlights of the car pulling in. Naked, he walks out his front door. Steven gets out of the car and holds the door open for him and tells him to get in. Steven follows. They are side to side in the back seat.
Steven reaches over and pulls on his cage and then toys with his balls. Brandon automatically opens his legs surrendering himself to Steven's touch. "You're a good boy, slave." Brandon leans in to kiss Steven on the cheek but Steven meets him mouth to mouth and kisses him, and it is clear that the kiss he receives is coming from the one who is totally in charge of him. He breathes a heavy sigh. Steven breaks the kiss and puts his thumb in Brandon's mouth. Brandon tongues it and sucks on it as if it were Steven's cock. Steven takes his thumb out of the slave's mouth and moves his hand down to toy with its nipples now and the slave reacts because as usual, they're already quite a bit sore. "Just think," says Steven, "three whole days with no one working those nipples. We'll have to start all over again when you get back." Brandon leans forward and kisses Steven's hand that is tormenting him.
Finally they arrive. As they approach the house, Archy joins them. He's carrying some kind of medical kit along with a medium sized shopping bag.
Once they enter the house Archy pulls Steven aside and whispers to him, " I have a couple of things for the boy if you approve."
"What?" asks Steven.
"The first thing is a 12 inch dildo. I ordered the boy to work his throat but I'm betting he hasn't been doing it. This will give him something to do when he's up at the place."
"Great idea. In fact, I'll order him to do it. What's the other thing?"
Archy takes it out. "It's a penis gag, only 4 inches long. Brand new. No other slave has had it in its mouth. I wanted to suggest he wear this now. It will keep him quieter, but also it will give him something to bite down on if the pain gets too great."
"Another excellent idea. Let's do it now." He signals for the slave to come over to them. He orders it to open its mouth. As soon as Brandon opens, Steven puts the gag in its mouth and wraps the straps around it head. Archy stands behind the slave and buckles the straps tight enough so the gag won't pop out of the slave's mouth. "Bite down on it," he whispers in Brandon's ear.
They walk into playroom of the house and admire how well-equipped it is. The Master who owns it walks up to them carrying the whip he is going to use. He goes and stands before the slave and holds it up so he can get a good look at it. He points to the tail. "This is the only part that strikes your body. I'm sure it will provide suitable punishment to a slave like you," he says, and then backs off. Steven and Archy each take a soft-line manacle and fasten them to the slave's wrists, not trusting the strength of the bands already around its wrists. Once the manacles are on, Steven clips them together and attaches them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Archy raises a level on the adjacent wall, and the end of the chain is retrieved and the chain pulls the slave's wrists up until they are in the right position—with the slave stretched up and forced to stand a bit on its toes.
The Master goes over to Steven and says quietly, "By limiting the beating to the slave's back you are giving me very little area to work with. I'd like to suggest that you allow me to strike it down a bit beneath its ass as well. This, by the way, will greatly increase the pain in the days after it is whipped."
"I give consent to your suggestion, but I intend to let the slave know."
"As you wish. Go Ahead."
Stephen goes to stand face to face with Brandon and says to him quietly that the twenty lashes will be spread from his back to beneath his ass. Brandon's eyes are wide open in fear but he closes them after Steven speaks to him.
While all this is taking place, with a shaking hand Gary enters his father's phone number into the phone and waits for him to answer.
He does, sounding annoyed, "Boy, you haven't even been there two weeks and already you have to be calling with some confounded problem or need. So spill it! Why are you calling me?"
Gary's voice is shaking but he manages to get the words out. "I'm just calling to let you know that I just dropped out of school up here. I can't stand it here. I'm coming back home."
After a string of cursing, his father says, "You might be coming back to Lipton but you're sure as fuck not coming back here. You defy us this way and expect us to open our doors to you? You want to be a shiftless, lazy, cowardly intellectual weakling, you do it on the streets or find somewhere else to go. And don't even think of asking for money. That's all over with." Gary hears his mother's voice in the background and his father mute the phone to talk to her. She pops in on the line. "You have no idea how disgusted we are with what you just did. You probably want to come back here so you can go sucking after that faggot friends of yours. We'd already decided that if you didn't stick through with things up there it would be the end of you. We're done. You're on your own now." and she disconnects the call.
Gary isn't surprised at all except that he thought they'd carry on even longer than they did. He's beaten down for a brief instant, but then the world looks many shades brighter. He's going home and he's going to live with Brandon and Michael! He picks up his phone and calls through to Michael. Michael promises to be there when Gary arrives during the day tomorrow. He'll spend one more night in the dorm and leave first thing in the morning. He should be to Lipton by mid-afternoon. Michael will be with Oscar tonight and probably overnight. He'll just arrange to be home after lunch.
Meanwhile, Brandon is gagged and bound and trembling inside.
"Shall we begin?" the Master asks.
"Please," says Stephen. "Twenty lashes to this disobedient slave."