THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 4. Telling the story; Getting a housemate
So that's what they did, this kinky little threesome. Brandon, naked, in the middle of the bed, his two special friends, completely dressed, on either side of him, cuddling into him almost like that weighted blanket he'd worn the other day, making sure he realized that he was completely safe and that nothing he said to them would be kept in what they call the "seal of confession."
"So tell Gavin about the frog," starts Andrew.
"You know the story, the frog in a pot of cold water, the water gradually heated until the frog boils to death because it didn't realize what was going on."
"So you were the frog?"
"yes, Gavin. It all started out slow and sweet and careful. I mean, there was no secret that He would be training me to become a slave, maybe His slave, and we communicated a whole lot about everything both with emails and in "safe conversations," and He was so hot and He was giving me the stuff I always desired but was afraid to admit, and it was limited to weekends mainly and maybe some night during the week."
"Was the intensity increasing?"
"Yes, Gavin, but after all that's what I was looking for, and He kept reminding me that I was with Him to be trained the way He wants me to be, so yes. First He'd make this little whip out of rawhide shoelaces, and that was cool, but He kept adding shoelaces until finally that little whip was a full out flogger and still it was okay. I mean, I'd cry and sob but I do that easily anyway, as you have found out."
"Enough about the crying, dear," says Andrew. "tell him about the punishments."
"That started easy, too. I'd do something that He didn't like and I was punished with this big thick type of prison strap while bound. And the thing was, that when He was punishing me, there were no safe words. And it hurt like the dickens. At first it was only 1, 2, or 3 lashes, and even that got me at least crying. Then it kept increasing. And after I was punished He'd leave me bound there so I couldn't soothe myself and so that the pain stayed with me for a long time. And finally, after He took me off the spanking bench he called it, immediately I had to grovel before Him and lick His feet or suck His cock to show how much I appreciated that He cared enough to punish me. He said it was the best form of behavior modification—I guess that's what they thought when they used to do corporal punishment in schools—and damn it, He was right!
"What He right about?" asks Gavin.
"It worked. If I got punished for doing something, I never did it again. And sometimes, He would just threaten it: "if you do such and such you will be punished, and I made damn sure I didn't do whatever it was."
"So it wasn't all the time then?" asked Andrew, and these subjects make him uncomfortable, but he was determined to see this through with Brandon.
"At first it wasn't, but eventually it seemed like it was at least once a weekend, sometimes more than once, and He got it up to 6 lashes and sometimes it was on my front from nipples to balls, and I would scream so hard that I couldn't talk afterwards. He said that was good. It would keep me quiet, and as long as I couldn't use my mouth to talk I might as well use it to give Him pleasure, or to pleasure anyone He ever told me to."
"So He'sdshare you around?"
"He said I needed to suck cock as often as possible, and if someone in the dorm asked me for a bj I always had to do it and there were a couple guys who took advantage of that. Some would beat me when I went to service them. There was this one big black man who really was a specialist in humiliation, and he sent me to him a lot to keep me humble. It was constant. Every single day there was someone I had to serve with my mouth."
"So how did these guys in the dorm know you would do that?"
"Oh. because of another of His rules: I had to be naked on my floor of the dorm at all times. And I had this collar like necklace I wore that could never be taken off----I finally had to have it cut of with a tool—and also they could see that I was getting whipped, and again that was more and more and yes, just like the frog, I just went with it as part of what it means to be His slave."
"So not only were you his slave, he was also requiring you to be a slut."
"right, but only He fucked me. Another rule. rule after rule after rule. I was getting turned on by it, how He was starting to control my life. Yes, I admit it. It turned me on. I'm a submissive. I craved the control."
"How is it now, when you have to live without it?" asks Andrew.
"It feels weird. Like I'm not moored anywhere, like I might just float out into space."
"Maybe Andrew and I should start giving you rules and restrictions and things, or make you ask us for permission, say, to jerk off."
"Gavin, stop," says Andrew. "don't start spinning new fantasies in his mind. Let him learn to adjust."
"You're right, Andrew. Sorry. I got carried away for a bit. I never thought of controlling a sub when we're not in the bedroom or even in the same house."
"Do you regret it now, Brandon?" asks Andrew.
"No. I liked it. All of it. And I'd probably like it again if it happens."
"I would agree based on I've experienced of you," says Gavin, with reference to the games they played this afternoon. "You are incredibly submissive, more so than most subs."
"That's because I'm a slave, Gavin. He made me into a slave. That's what I am. I mean, look at us. I'm the one who's always naked. Both of you are toying with my nude body while holding me here and getting me to spill my most embarrassing stories."
"That doesn't make any sense to me, I'm sorry," says Andrew.
"But Andrew, when you were taking care of him and doing your type of thing, did he resist?"
"No. Not at all. He was a very good boy, and look at what he let me do to his body, making him into a bare boy. he went along with everything I wanted to do... oh, shit. I see what you were getting at!"
"I liked it, Andrew, don't feel bad."
"What did you actually like, boy," says Gavin, slipping a bit into Dom mode.
"Submitting. Having someone else control me. Just like with you."
"But you're also a pain pig."
"don't the two go along with each other?" Brandon asks.
"Not necessarily," answers Andrew. "I was taking away pain, not giving you any."
"And one can be a masochist without being submissive, or the other way around," explains Gavin.
"Well I also like being coddled," Brandon says, putting a kiss on his cheek. "And He coddled me a lot at the beginning and was also very protective. I fell in love with Him and eventually He told me that He loved me just as much, and acted like it, until he took that business trip and when He came back it was like something within Him had snapped. He'd gotten cold and He treated me like I was just some slut slave He wanted to work over and break. I didn't realize it until the last night I was with Him."
Gavin, stroking Brandon's chest, notes that his heart rate is running faster and faster.
"Brandon, I appreciate your answering our questions, but I think it's time to stop. Your anxiety level is climbing."
"Oh you poor baby. Let me get that blanket."
Andrew gets up and returns with the weighted blanket and puts it over Brandon.
"This worked earlier with him," Andrew explains to Gavin.
"interesting. Actually, a rather sophisticated method of bondage if the blanket gets heavy enough."
Gavin is partly under the blanket himself, but he still has his hand on the boy's chest. "It's working. Amazing."
"Brandon, be a good boy and take a nice nap for me," Andrew coaxes, and the boy is already more than halfway there. The two guys quietly walk out of the bedroom and partly close the door behind them.
"This is far more your area than mine," says Andrew. "I found it hard to listen to."
"You're a good friend for doing it, then. But actually, Andrew, there's nothing he told us that gives me any cause for concern. J was breaking him in because Brandon pretty much asked him to and was responding to everything J was doing. I agree that whole punishment routine and the way is escalated to almost every time they were together, I don't know anyone who could handle that for long. And the whole idea of taking away safe words? I'd have to ask around about that."
"You never tried that?"
"No. Not at all. they're very important. for both partners. When safe words are in place, the Dom doesn't have to worry about going too far."
"Well that's certainly not what was happening to him."
"I hope he's talking about these things to that therapist he's seeing. We should encourage him to do that."
"I think she is. I checked her out. Most of her clients are gay. Many kinky. She knows the scene, is probably somewhat into it herself, I'd bet."
"You think that's good? Shouldn't he see someone gay-friendly who could help him get out of the whole kinky and submissive thing."
"Andrew, that's impossible. Those things are as innate in us as being gay."
"Oh. I didn't know that. Hey, you mind if I take off? I think the boy's in good hands with you at this point."
"thanks for the compliment. Sure. He'll be okay. He told me he's going to his grandmother's for dinner tonight and his mother and step-father will be there as well."
"That's great. I'm sure he'll enjoy himself. Well thanks for everything, man. Talk to you soon."
Gavin leaves. Andrew goes to his office to do some work, keeping his eye on the clock so Brandon doesn't sleep too long.
Brandon is awakened when his phone is ringing. He looks and sees that it's Michael, his roommate at the U. He feels very guilty because he was so taken up with all the things going on with him moving back home, but he picks up now. "Hi Michael. I'm so sorry I haven't called. How were your holidays?"
"Terrible. Some bastard from school called my parents and told them about me and about the things I've been doing and now, to put it bluntly, I'm homeless and can't go back to school. All I have is my car, my phone and some of my clothes and some money I have saved. But I'm officially not their son and they say they'll pray for my soul because I'm headed to hell if I don't change my ways."
"Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry to hear that. How are you managing?"
"Don't know for sure. I've spent the past two nights in a crappy motel but have to find a place to live. Anyway, you'll need to find a new roommate next semester."
"Michael, I'm not going back either. After everything that happened with you-know-who, I don't want to be in the same state as him. Or the same school."
"so what are you doing?"
"I moved back home and my wonderful mother deeded our house to me so I'm living here and making some plans for the future. It was difficult for a bit but things are looking up. I'm making friends and even have had a hot time, just this afternoon. But Michael, I'm just wondering: would you ever think of driving down here and staying with me? This is a wonderful town, gay-friendly for the most part, and lots of different opportunities. in fact, I might even be able to help you find a job. My step-father has a lot of connections."
"Are you absolutely serious, Brandon? Really?"
"Well, let me get back to you later tonight. I think I should run it by Mom and Dad first."
"You're calling him `Dad' now? Wow!"
"It's great, Michael. Anyway I'm headed over there in a little while and I'll call you after I talk to them about it. I don't think it would be a problem, but I don't want to just spring it on them. But I think it's a great idea. The house is very nice and has several bedrooms. And I would love not having to live alone."
"So let me think about it some more here and we'll talk later on, okay?"
"Sure thing, buddy. And don't worry! There are all sorts of resources for gay boys who get disowned. But I'm hoping that maybe you and I will be able to live together as brothers. We'll all help you get settled."
"thanks, Brandon. All of sudden there is a light of hope."
"You'll hear from me before 7 pm, dude."
. . . . .
Dinner at Nana's
Hugs all around and good cheer in front of a lovely manger scene. Nana and G'anpa don't put up a tree any longer, but there are festive decorations all through the house and a wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen. As soon as the greetings are done Brandon asks if they could all sit for a bit in the living room because he has something important to tell them. And so they do.
"I received a distressing phone call this afternoon. It was from my roommate at the U, Michael. We'd become close friends over the semester and we both looked out for each other. You already know the story of how that came to be, so I'll just get to what's happening now in Michael's life."
"Someone from the U, he doesn't know who, contacted his parents and outed him to them and described some of the things he's been doing, offering to send pictures if they wanted any further proof. Michael's parents are strict conservative Evangelicals and they obviously didn't take the news very well. The confronted him two days ago and as a result they told him he is no longer a member of their family and they want him out of the house, and of course, he won't be able to return to college. They've cut him off. He paid for his own car and phone so he was allowed to keep them along with most of his clothes—anything he could fit into his car. He has some money saved and spent the last two nights in a sleazy motel. Needless to say, he needs somewhere to live and time to find a job and try to reconstruct his life the best he can."
"What a terrible thing!" Nana cries out. "The poor boy. I don't understand how parents can cut off their very own children for something the children aren't responsible for."
"You mean like my own parents?" Mom asks. Barry, sensing her distress, goes to give her a hug. Always the practical one, he asks, "So why are you telling us this now, son? I suspect you have a solution to offer your friend."
"That's right, Dad, and Mom and Nana and G'anpa. What I was thinking is to offer him to come stay with me—it would be nice to have the company—and then he could get himself settled here and hopefully find some work. Those are the most immediate things."
"Sweetheart, you have such a wonderful heart. Have you offered it to him? Is he willing to come down here? There's certainly no sense in him staying up by the U."
"That's exactly what I have in mind, but I wanted to run it by you all first before making any commitment."
"It's your house now, Brandon, and I'd be happy to know you have someone you care for living with you," says his mother.
"Brandon, as of last week, it is your house. You don't need our permission to make a decision like that," says Barry.
"Well, I'd like to do it unless any of you has any objection. After all, we'll be adding someone new to the family in a way."
"Go for it," says G'anpa. "We'll offer whatever help we can."
"And I'm sure I can find some work for him. Don't worry about that at all," Barry reassures him.
"thank you, everyone. I knew you'd be willing to support me. I just didn't want to spring anything on you without talking about it. Now please excuse me so I can contact Michael and let him know he's welcome to come here."
Brandon leaves and calls Michael. Michael is so moved, he cries over the phone. He plans to spend one more night where he is and set out first thing in the morning. It will be a seven-hour drive from where he is. Brandon gives him the address, and so that is that. Brandon will soon have a congenial housemate.
Dinner is warm and delicious—all comfort foot. Mac and cheese, chicken and dumplings, homemade rolls with rich creamery butter and for desert, Brandon's favorite, blueberry pie and ice cream.
Mom and Brandon tell stories from their wonderful honeymoon to Paris, Belgium, Prague and London and all the wonderful food they enjoyed as well as the beautiful sights. Mom's favorite was the Eiffel Tower, but for Barry, it was the Old Town Square in Prague where they spent many hours sipping mulled cider in a heated outdoor café while watching the tourists and passers-by and hearing a whole assortment of foreign languages.
Brandon had special thanks for Barry, because as soon as he knew Brandon was going to be living there in Lipton, he installed a beautiful new system complete with one of the Corporation laptops which had all the files and connections he would need to be able to work on-line as Barry had arranged.
Of course, they all wanted to know how Brandon was doing after his painful experience back at the U and the disappointment about what happened with Justin. Brandon hasn't told them much and intends to keep it that way. All he let them know was that Justin somehow had changed after his "business trip," which Brandon suspects more and more was some kind of indoctrination having to do with the Dom/sub experience. He tells them that J had grown cold and mean and deeply hurt his feelings to the point where he decided it was time to call it quits. He is grieving the loss of what he thought was a love affair, but was happy to report that he was making new friends in town, especially two friends who are helping him in his recovery from what had happened.
Mom doesn't understand how someone she had come to trust so much with Brandon's welfare had turned out to be such a disappointment since she's always been a good judge of character. Brandon keeps insisting that the J who returned from his trip was not the J they had met and come to trust. Exactly what had happened, and why, would forever remain a mystery.
Brandon reported that he has notified the U he would not be returning and had asked for his email account to be terminated as soon as possible. It only took a day. He told no one except Michael that he wasn't planning to return and had also changed his cell phone number the week after Christmas and now only the people he wants to be currently in his life have his new number. He simply does not want to be contacted by anyone he had come to know back at the U. A complete break was necessary and he says that it's helped him feel a lot better, and the new therapist he has was pleased that he made the decisions he had made.
So, anyway, enough of all that. Let's get back to the boy's kinky activities.