THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 44. Master Orson, oh my!
Brandon is kept waiting outside naked for an uncomfortably long time and is really confused about being instructed to bring a bottle of water. Doesn't Master Orson have any water?
Finally, the limo pulls up and the sliding door opens automatically for Brandon to get in. To his surprise, there are no seats or benches in the limo; simply the somewhat dirty bottom of the bare chassis and he tries to squat as best he can rather than get the dirt and rust on his body. But why should he care? Obviously, Master Orson doesn't care, and after all he's been ordered to grovel in the dirt when they arrive. "I am a slave. I am a slave. My Masters have ordered me to come to serve Master Orson the way He wants to be served, not the way I think he should behave towards me. Ordinary subs can think that way. I cannot. I am not a sub. I am a slave. I have willingly enslaved myself! I am a humiliation junkee also, so this is just fine." These self-talks have proven to be helpful, so when stressed, Brandon lectures himself as if he is still a dumb beginner who needs to be scolded and reminded what it is and how it should think.
He isn't able to maintain the squat; when the limo makes a fast sharp turn, he tumbles over and ends up lying on his side and getting grimy. Finally, he just sits up and endures the humiliation of it all like he knows he should.
They ascend a sharp hill and the limo stops in front of a large building that looks like a barn as far as Brandon can tell, since it is dark outside. The door opens, he gets out with his bottle of water, and the limo drives away. Brandon throws himself down onto the ground and grovels right there on the dirty rocky ground as he'd be ordered to do.
Again he's down there for a long time and he's grossed out by the bugs that start crawling on his nude body. Finally the barn door opens and two laughing studs come walking out carrying some kind of leather straps. They walk over to the slave and both spit on it. "Okay, faggot, up on your knees!" one of them says. They work with the straps quickly and efficiently and by the time they are finished Brandon is in some kind of harness attached to chains and the guys pull him forward and force him to half crawl, half walk and stumble over the rocky ground into the barn and then tie him up in such a way that his body is suspended in the air about three feet off the ground. One of the guys opens his jeans and takes out his cock and forces it into Brandon's mouth. "Use that tongue to get me hard then suck my cock until I cum in your mouth, faggot." His cock slips out of the slave's mouth so the guy slaps him several times and sticks it back in his mouth and says, don't lose it, slaveboy or you'll go home covered with welts. I'm not fucking kidding."
"I'll hold it steady for you Carl," the other guy says and just hangs on to the straps around Brandon's neck. At times it is difficult to breathe, and the slave is sure that is deliberate to help establish their dominance over him. Finally Carl is hard and he fucks the slave's mouth fast and furiously and it doesn't take long before he shoots cum that tastes disgusting into its mouth and orders it to "swallow my babies." No sooner does he withdraw than the other guy hands the straps over to him and takes out his own large cock which is already hard from watching him blow Carl. This guy keeps stabbing himself down the slave's throat making it gag, then backing out, then ramming itself in again, over and over until the slave feels like it is going to vomit all over the place. The gagging continues and the slime begins to build and by the time this dude shoots his load down the slave's throat, slime is everywhere and the guy reaches out and rubs it all into the slave's face and adds his own spit to it.
Then they leave the slave hanging there and, talking and joking with each other, leave the barn. And Brandon hangs there. And waits. The harness really starts to hurt him and part of his body are cramping, and the slave simply begins crying from the pain and the degradation.
"Crying already?" asks a tall man dressed head to foot in black and carrying a riding crop. "Guess I'd better get you down then." He takes a knife out of his back pocket and starts to cut through the straps, knowing exactly how to do so in a way that has the slave's lower body dropped to the ground first and finally it is clear of all the straps except the one around his neck.
"These strips of leather are very convenient, says the man, as he begins to lash the slave's back and ass with them, making it scream out loud.
"Okay, I guess you've had enough. I guess you know what you are. I guess you realize what might happen to you if you don't please me enough. Stand the fuck up, slave, and don't look at me. Keep those eyes lowered. Follow me," he says as he pulls on the strap around the slave's neck, connects it to a leash and pulls the slave where he wants it to go. Out into the open air again and before he knows what's happening, the slave is pushed into a pool of warm water, which it quickly realizes is a whirlpool bath or warm soapy water. The man throws it a large cloth and orders it to clean its body "real good." Brandon is loving this part and quickly wash all the dirt and grime its body has accumulated since it got in the limo.
Once it is clean and pulls itself up out of the pool it begins to shiver in the cold dark. It hears the guys approaching again, this time they're both stark naked in flipflops and carrying large towels. "Get this boy dry, guys then enjoy the pool for as long as you want." As soon as the slave is dry, the one named Carl says, "Orson I gotta pee."
"Well don't pee in the pool. Here, use this," and he pushes Brandon down to his knees. With nasty smile on its face, Carl walks up to the slave and says, "Open, pissboy!" Brandon take his cock in his mouth and Carl unloads his bladder into the slave. "Ah," says Carl. "So nice, especially when I get my piss slit licked clean. Brandon is relieved that the other guy doesn't want to piss too.
All of a sudden, a little truck pulls up with loads of chains and things in its bed. Carl and his buddy quickly get to work. Manacles are locked around the slave's wrists, connects to heavy chains. Same with the ankles, and one around its neck. At the same time, a smaller one is locked to fit around the slave's scrotum and a heavy weight is attached to it, causing the slave to bend its knees. Final torment: nipple clamps pulled down by a heavy chain attached to the chain between its wrists. "Hands high, the nipples are find. Hands low, slave, they're in for a peck of pain. Be smart," says Orson. Then he points to a nearby building that looks like some kind of garage. "Head there, slave. That's your next stop. Go on, now, git, boy!" and Orson follows behind with his riding crop, urging the slave on.
Everything is so heavy and the pain in its balls and nipples is so great. The slave miserably clangs its way towards the open door dragging itself along, feeling the bite of the crop on its ass and legs. All is pain and misery of a sort it has never yet experienced. When he enters the door, he sees that the room is indeed like a garage. The floor is concrete. The heavy chains make so much noise. Yet Orson is whistling and enjoying the sight.
"The weights on your balls and nipples are special for you because you cancelled me out last time. All the rest is standard for my slaves. You're lucky your Master didn't send you here to work the fields like this. It would certainly bulk you up in time without having to use a gym." But I'm about done with you, slave." He points to the other side of the room where there's a large bed. "Get yourself over there, slave, then up on the bed and bend down with that ass sticking out so I can enjoy it."
Brandon really has to work hard to get across the room. The constant clanging drowns out his grunts and groans. finally he gets to the bed and with no little difficult manages to get into position with his ass stuck out and offered. Master Orson had lost his pants and his cock is sticking out hard and dripping. He coats it with grease and quickly forces himself into the slave's body. The wave of pain passes and Brandon starts to push back the way it was taught and Orson gives a grunt of approval and pretty much stands still to allow the slave to milk his cock with its ass until at last Orson shouts out, "you did damn good, bitch!" and pulses into the slave's ass. Once he's out he turns around and walks back to the whirlpool. Two workmen show up with keys and quickly unlock the cuffs from arms and legs, the weight on its balls and the chains from the nipples. They even take off the clamps, which of course causes the slave to cry out. Finally, the collar and chain are removed from its neck. Once again, except for the cock cage, it is stripped completely.
One of the guys gets a text. "The Master says 4." Must have really liked this slave. "Only four," say the two others. "Disappointing." The man turns to the slave. This is the number of lashes you get before leaving. The number goes as high as 30. He must have liked you, you're only getting four."
Two of the guys bend the slave over a pile of boxes while the other gets a pretty large strap and obviously know what he's doing because the strap swing menacingly through the air before planting a lash on the slave's back, then quickly returns for the second right below that and the same with the third and fourth. Brandon is sobbing once again, and so unbelievably exhausted they have to help him into the car (just an ordinary car this time) and driven home. It's only 10 pm. The entire ordeal was less than three full hours although it felt like so much more.
Once the car has arrived at his house, Brandon slowly gets out and is happy to see Gary open the door with a concerned look on his face. He helps him into the house and downstairs and looks him over. "Except for the welts on your back, you're pretty much okay, dude," says Gary. "And I have some cbd gummies for you. Enjoy. I'll go get them."
He come back down with the gummies and watches Brandon chew and swallow them. "I'll leave you be, baby," Gary says, but Brandon cries out, "Stay, Gary, please? Please stay? Cuddle?"
"Okay, Bran, but I'll have to be the little spoon because of your back."
"That's so good I can hold you please Gary spoon baby." The slave is slipping into incoherence. it's time to call it a night. Brandon holds his buddy and Gary snuggles back into him (safe because of the cage). Brandon keeps kissing him on the back of his neck before falling into a deep slumber until morning. Gary lies awake for a while, happy that he got to speak to Steven about his concerns and deciding not to raise it with Brandon. They probably will anyway. And beneath all of that, there seems to be another script playing, and this has to do with what he's feeling about Brandon, especially the way Brandon is treating him in sexual ways. It's a lot more than sex, it seems. But he's pretty good at putting those types of thoughts in a box and tries to keep it locked.