THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 48. SUNDAY MORNING: Three chats
Gary decided they would move themselves down to Brandon`s suite because it was so much nicer. At one point, Brandon is coming out of the bathroom when he overhears Gary on the phone.
" . . . yes. He'll be fine . . . . . . . yes, needs the break . . . . . . . . . . . . .I promise...yes, that's right Steven. I'm glad we were able to settle that so easily."
Gary puts down the phone and smiles at Brandon. "There. That's done."
"What's done?"
"Steven will not be requiring your presence today or tonight."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. It wasn't hard at all. They need a break from you as well as you need a break from them. And one more thing: I raised a question about what they keep saying, that your professional relationship with them as bosses is separate from your personal relationship with the Masters as their slave. The way I see it is that if these two things are to be kept separate, then more thought has to be given to some of the things they are expecting from you. For example: I've never heard of a professional relationship where the employee has to kneel naked before his boss while being given instructions for his work for the day. When I pointed this out, Steven could readily see what I was getting at. So from now on, you will be dressed when you log into speak with them at the beginning of the day, and whenever you have to speak to them as their employee, you will always have your clothes on."
"Wow. That is amazing that you were able to think of that and convince Steven to your point of view."
"And also, he asked me to tell you that you don't have to go back to work after your appointment with Dr. Sue tomorrow. There will be no meeting tomorrow morning. Simply continue with the things you are already working on."
"Wow. You are a good . . what did we call it . . . . ombudsman?"
"Exactly. told you, silly. You didn't think I could pull it off."
"Usually the only one pulling anything off around here is me!"
"Just as it should be, boy."
Brandon does a mock bow. Gary jumps on his back and Brandon hollers OW!!!! Watch the back!"
Gary deliberately falls on the floor. "sorry, babe."
"Hey what's with you calling me babe and baby all the time lately?"
"You complaining?"
"No. It's just . . . "
"So what's with the way you've been sucking my cock lately?"
"You complaining?"
"No. It's just . . . "
They both crack up, and for a minute there, it looked as if they were going to finally have a very important conversation. As usual, deflected by joking around. But not for long.
Michael spent the night with Oscar, so Gary decides they'll go out for breakfast, which is something they really enjoy, and so they do.
The waitperson takes their orders and brings their coffee. Then Gary folds his hands on the table and Brandon knows that means that Gary has something important to say. He opens his eyes wide and looks right into the depths of Gary's eyes. They've been doing this for years.
"Bran, remember the way we were joking around before, about me calling you certain names or the way you've been doing certain things . . . "
"Wow. Why not beat around the bush, G!"
A bit of laughter breaks the inevitable tension.
Gary takes a deep breath and starts, "Well, maybe I'm wrong about things but it seems to me that some things are shifting between us."
"Yes, I've noticed that too."
"Bran, I like it."
"Gary, so do I."
The waitress brings their food. Why is the service always so fast when you're trying to have a serious conversation?
They concentrate on fixing their plates with what's needed. Breakfast is the most complicated meal of all. Finally they're ready to begin eating and they do so, but the conversation continues between mouthfuls.
"Bran, I'm not sure how far . . . "
"Gary, just like everything else, it's all completely up to you. Just go where you want to go, try what you want to try, explore what you want to explore at any time, whenever you are curious or ready."
"And that's okay with you, Bran, are you sure? I mean, I might not . . "
"it doesn't matter. I am yours, Gary, I've always been and I always want to be. You know that you can go as far as you want or stay as close as you want. I will receive what you give. Just like always. I know I can let my feelings be known very easily, Gary, because after all, I'm the one who gets to make love to you. So you know my heart."
"Is that the way you do it for all your . . "
"Gary, there are only two people in my life I have ever done it that way for. One of them is no longer in my life because he lost my trust and my love. So that means it's only for you, dude. I do it that way only for you. There will never be anyone else."
"Except for the four . . . "
"Yes, except for what they want. But you seem to be influencing them, it seems."
"Maybe. Who knows for how long?"
"No, we don't."
"Bran, I know that sometimes you are starting to find it very difficult to go along with . . . "
"Yes, Gary. Not the first time with a Master or Masters."
"It wouldn't be that way with me, Bran."
"I know, Gary."
"Would you be willing to ask for your freedom from them?"
"Not yet. Neither of us is ready for that."
"I guess not."
"But, Gary, I've come to realize something the past few days."
"What's that, Bran?"
"That you are the love of my life. I always thought that would be impossible, but I don't think that way any longer."
"Bran, I can't say that without starting to cry. This is hard enough So, ditto."
"and as for the other things?"
"We'll figure it out. I promise."
"You've always kept your promises to me, Gary."
"yes, boy. I do. And that's not going to change."
UP NORTH
Austin and his pup are sitting at a private table in one of the swankier dining rooms on campus. Austin's treat to the pup for helping him get a paper finished.
"Are you sure about this?" Austin asks pup.
"Absolutely sure, Master," answers the pup while squirming in its seat because of the thrashing Austin gave it this morning for forgetting to set the clock last night.
"You look uncomfortable, naughty pup."
"Broke me right through a limit this morning, Sir," answers Jonny, still not completely adjusted to the new name Austin gave it.
"Yes, I was proud of you, pup." Austin praises the new slave. "It was very satisfying for me to know I can beat tears out of you now, tough guy."
"May I raise a different issue, Sir?'
"Go ahead. I have a suspicion what the issue is."
"The new name."
"I guessed correctly. I can see you struggle every time I call you pup, so it's really not the right name for you. Tell me what you're thinking."
"Wishing, Sir, that it could be a regular name and not something no one would ever name their kid. I mean, of course you could call me pup as a term of endearment, but please, Sir, please consider giving your slave a normal name so people wouldn't look twice when you use it. Please?"
Austin smiles at him, so happy that the sub is comfortable speaking like a sub most of the time. That in itself is a big move more deeply into its slave nature. "Do you have something in mind?"
"Oh no, not at all, Sir. Will accept what You decide, Sir, gratefully."
"Let me think about it for a while. I'm sure the right name will come to me when it's time. And in the meantime, I'll just call you sub' or slave.' Even when others are around since you need the humiliation after rejecting the first name I gave you." Austin signals the waiter. "Top off my coffee, please, and also please bring another glass of milk for the boy." Jonny lowers his eyes and takes a deep breath.
"You look so much younger than me that this works out nicely," remarks Austin. "I swear, you can still pass for sixteen."
"that's always been a curse for me, Sir."
"I bet. But it turns me on that you look the way you do. You're so fucking adorable, pup."
Jonny blushes. "I'm glad I can give you pleasure that way, Sir."
At that moment the waiter brings Jonny's milk and a pot to top off Austin's coffee. "You can put a little bit in the boy's cup as well, please," he says to the waiter, who is obviously enjoying what's going on since he happens to be in one of their classes and has been enjoying the interaction between the two of them lately. "How about I just give the boy half a cup?" suggests the waiter, putting the emphasis on the word "boy." "That will be fine, thank you for the suggestion." So the waiter pours Jonny half a cup and Jonny looks right into Austin's eyes and says, "Thank you, Master." The waiter smiles to himself as he walks away. Little do they know that he is a Master himself, although his subbie is a female and he gives her anal most of the time so he feels that in one way he and Austin have the same tastes.
"Pour half your milk into the coffee, boy. Okay to add lots of sugar too."
"thank you, Master."
Austin laughs. "Damn, I'm trying to come up with a name and what popped into my head was `button.' No good. Besides, I want it to be one syllable so I don't have to waste much breath calling you when I want you."
"A name inferior to yours, Sir. Makes sense. This boy needs to be interior to you in every way, Master."
"Dan. That's it. Dan. Wish I could have it branded across your shoulder. Dan. That's your name."
"My name is Dan. I am Austin's bdsm slave and he gave me this name. Dan." Dan smiles and blushes a bit.
"Perfect," says Austin. You're a good boy, dan. Picture your name with no caps. Just dan."
"Yes, Master." dan drinks his coffee.
"Now there is something I want to talk to you about, dan."
"What is it, Master?"
"Are you sure about my moving in? Absolutely sure?"
"Yes, Austin. Please. I promise I'll be a good boy for you. I'll make the bed every day. I'll do your laundry for you, Master. I'll be your total servant. I want to do that for you."
"You mean, like domestic servitude?"
"Yes, Master. That's what some call it."
"I'm only concerned about one thing."
"What is that, Master?"
"The you'll quickly get tired of the pressure of you constantly being my slave with little or no escape or free time away from me. That the protocols might get really tiresome. That there will be so many more reasons why I'll have to punish you, slave."
"I've thought a lot about it, Sir. I'm just tired of having to pretend I'm free when you're not with me."
"I don't know why you felt that way, dan. Once a slave always a slave, whether the Master is present or not. I bet that's what Brandon would have told you."
"he's a good role model, Master. I wish he was still around. I could learn a lot from him."
"I miss him too. Hope he's okay. Michael too."
"It wouldn't be hard to find out where they are, Sir. I could manage to do that."
"don't do it just yet. Give them more time, dan. But back to our discussion of the consequences of my moving in."'
"Whatever they are, Master. I'll surrender to your will in everything all the time, Master. I promise."
"Well let's consider some consequences."
"Please, Master. What are you thinking of?"
"You'll constantly be naked. You'll almost always be down, never standing up, never sitting on a seat except for on the bed."
"yes, Master. Where this slave belongs, Master. I've tried being like that when you're not around but it just feel stupid."
"I can understand that fine. I'll need to get some kind of every day implement to have handy all the time, like a small strap or stick or maybe a crop."
"and slappings Master."
"Wow, dan, you've turned into a real masochist lately."
"Yes, Master. you woke me up to it."
"I'll have to wake you up to other things as well if you are living as my constant slave, dan."
"as you wish, Master."
"it will mean that I'm going to begin toilet training you, dan. You ready for that?"
dan closes his eyes and takes a couple of harsh breaths. "Yes, Master. slave understands what it will become. Just for you, Master, please?"
"to start with. That's all I'll guarantee you, dan."
"This slave surrenders to whatever you want it to become, Master."
"Okay, let's do this: you'll spend the rest of the day moving my things in. We'll use your room because it's bigger. I'll fix it with the RA and the housing office tomorrow. After you've moved everything of mine into the room I want you naked and on the ground waiting for me. I might as well go to the library and work on this paper I've got due. You do your chores like a good boy and then get ready for me to arrive. Everything should be put away."
"yes, Master."
"One other thing: you may wear sweatpants only while moving everything. Work bare-chested and barefoot. After all, we're both in the same building. You don't have to go outside."
"understood, Master."
"don't make me regret this, slave, because if you do, you will be in for a world of pain. all over. not just your tender ass, dan."
"understand, Master. willing to be disciplined as you see fit."
"Damn, you've really fallen down the rabbit hole, haven't you dan?"
"Only because it's you, Sir. Only you."
"until the day comes when I want to watch you blow one of my friends, dan."
"yes, Master. If that would please you, Master, I'd blow every guy in the dorm."
"Okay then. And tomorrow after classes I'll be taking you to get a new collar. I'm going to talk to Justin about where to go. I'll do that while you're moving me in."
"as you wish, Master.
"I'm heading off to the library. You pay the check and leave 20% gratuity. Your money is my money now, slave."
"all is yours, Master."
Austin gets up and leaves, not really too surprised at what kind of bargain he's been able to strike. It's all on his terms. Just as it should be.
Oscar's place.
Oscar lives in a really nice old fashioned manor house with three other professional men. The house is quite large so they all have sufficient privacy although they share a living room, dining room and kitchen. Each of the large room in the house has private bath facilities. They also share a washer and dryer. Two of the men are gay and two are straight. The other three do not know of Oscar's kinky interests, because he didn't have any kinky interests until he met Michael. He's not sure whether or not he will address that issue with them. Therefore, he spends the bulk of his time at Brandon`s in Michael's rooms unless he is going to work from home. He has excellent equipment set up in his rooms, so he's going back and forth quite a bit. He had a chance to introduce Michael to two of his mates. The last is away for a few days on a business trip. He'll be surprised when he gets home to find how nice and orderly everything looks. Little will he know that a slaveboy did most of the work.
When they get up on Sunday morning and Oscar is taking his shower, Michael is fascinated with his computer and other equipment. Oscar puts in the password and opens up some financial files from the office and lets Michael have a look at them but unable to change or enter any data.
"Make much sense to you, Mikey?" Oscar asks, fresh from his shower. "Very much, Sir, but I have to say that there is a lot of sloppiness or downright laziness in the way these pages are arranged."
"Really? I should hire you away from where you're working now. How would you like to be working for your Master?"
"Not a good idea. That's what Brandon`s doing and it seems to me that he's having a hard time with it. Gary's kept him home all weekend and is piling on the TLC to get Brandon out of the doldrums."
"Gary is very protective of Brandon, isn't he?"
"Oh yes. I wish the two of them would just take a good look at reality. They belong together on any basis at all. Gary claims he's straight but I think that at least he's bi. And I've noticed that for the most part, when they're together, Gary calls all the shots and Brandon just goes along with whatever he says. It's almost as if Brandon already is Gary's slave. Besides, I know that Brandon services Gary just about every day now that Gary's living with us."
"Mikey, I suggest that you would do well not to poke your nose too far into other people's affairs, even if those other people happen to be good friends. Let them be, just like you want them to let you be. Now go take your shower before I make you take a cold one!"
"Yes, Sir." Michael closes the files he was looking at and goes in to do Oscar's bidding, but Oscar follows closely behind carrying something he just bought. Oh dear! It's an enema bag. "I was going to order you to clean yourself out, but I decided that is something I should do since it is my intention to pretty much take charge of your asshole and everything beyond it. Besides, the will help you realize what a boy you are for me. Now bend over the side of the tub and raise your asshole high." Oscar clearly knows what he's doing; he used to have to do this for his father before the man passed away. So before Michael knows it, he's feeling cramps deep inside while he is filled with warm soapy water. "Keep holding it, Michael. Just a little longer and then I'll let you expel it. Be a good little boy for me. Over time you'll get used to this, and sometimes I might even require you to do it for yourself, but I know you like this, boy, like me taking charge of you this way." Once Michael is empty, Oscar fills him up again and the boy is now pretty miserable. "I want you nice and clean, Mikey, because I might make you lick my cock clean after I fuck you, and I don't want you to get sick. I never tried "ass to mouth" with anyone before, but this is a new way of life for me now, and I'm curious about seeing you take care of me that way, as long as you're super clean, slaveboy. Now hold it all in again like a good boy and this should be the end of it."
This time the water runs clear and Oscar is pleased. "Good boy. Now take your shower and get nice and clean for me, child." This talk is getting to Michael. What is he, a slave, or Oscar's little boy? He'll have to ask about this later if he gets a chance. While he is showering, he realizes how much he loves the feel of the soap gliding over his bare skin where once there was manly hair. Oscar gave him a fresh shave last night. It seems the Oscar enjoys doing bathroom things. As for Michael, he's determined that he will accept, surrender, submit, and obey in any and all things that Oscar expresses an interest in.
Once out of the shower, there is Oscar once again, wanting to dry the boy himself. Michael raises his hands up over his head and makes sure he give Oscar access to every part of his body the Master is interested in. He really wants Oscar to take ownership of him and this is something new for him. The Doms up north never seemed to be what he needed. Oscar, he believes, is what he needs. At least he hopes it will endure and not turn dark like Brandon`s experience had.
Once dry, Oscar presses on his shoulder and he kneels. "Good boy for understanding my signal. No words needed." Oscar walks out of the bathroom and Michael decides to crawl after him on his hands and knees. Oscar sits on the side of the bed and raises his feet a bit to wiggle his toes, and Michael puts his tongue and mouth to work demonstrating his obeisance to this interesting and kind man. "In case you're wondering, Mikey, I want you to know that I took the time this week to read all of the Alex Chronicles, so I'm channeling Billy for you right now, just for a while. I want to take your ass before we go for breakfast. I'll fuck you and then plug you and then let you clean my cock and we'll find out how that works and whether you will be able to please me the way I want."
Michael continues to lick the Master's feet until commanded to do something else to please Him. This sense of simply being ready for anything that comes his way is keeping him calm. Indeed, he is worried about the ATM routine, but he's not going to let that stop him. If it turns out to be terrible, he'll speak up without fear. He knows he can trust Oscar that way.
Oscar orders him up on the bed, bent over and offering his asshole. Oscar uses a vial of olive oil for lubrication and it feels nice when he uses his fingers to lube up the slave's channel. "Okay, slaveboy, I'm going to take you now. Open as I press inside. I'm not going to ram you because I can't risk your screaming, but I intend to slide right in there and I'd better feel you opening up as I do. Give all of it to me, slave, because all of it is now belonging to me. Here we go!
And Oscar does exactly what he said he's do, and Michael tries to simply surrender to the pain of his assault, but that pain quickly passes and Michael feels so good knowing that Oscar has claimed him for himself that he wants to shout out a big Thank You Master, but knows better than that. Oscar prefers him silent in these situations; he's already learned that. Oscar fucks him hard and fast once he's all the way inside and Michael imagines that he's being raped by a marauding soldier on the battlefield after being captured. There's something to be said about the silence. He can let his mind go wherever he wants. Oscar speaks quietly: "You.are.mine." as he fucks the boy until he finally grunts heavily and spills himself into his slave's body and then stays there for a good long time. Oscar doesn't immediately get soft like some men do. Michael is happy about this. He can enjoy the good feeling of being filled by the man who owns him now.
Oscar finally slips free and immediately shoves a buttplug up the slave's rectum, pushing it in firmly. It almost feels like being fucked again, but not nearly as nice. Oscar stands up by the side of the bed and commands, "Now, faggot, clean off the cock that fucked you. Put that slave mouth to work. Use your tongue to wipe my cock clean."
Very tentatively, Michael puts his tongue to Oscar's slimy dick. It doesn't taste badly. Just olive oil, it seems. But he tries to do his best, fighting to overcome any sense of revulsion or fear that there might be any fecal matter.
Oscar stops him. "Stop for a minute. You are not going about it as enthusiastically as a good slave is expected to obey."
"This is very difficult, Sir. More so than anything else I have ever done."
"So tell me something, Mikey, and answer truthfully as always: Would you be able to do a better job if I gave you some incentive such as beating you to be more obedient?"
"I think so, Master."
"are you asking me to beat you into submission?"
Michael pauses to think. Then, with a heavy sigh, he says, "Please help your slave do a better job, Master. Please punish me for not serving you well enough."
"I see. And so I am going to punish you, boy, as you asked. But I am not going to insist that you finish doing what I asked you to do. I think I'm going to take that form of service that off the table. But in the future, please remember that you can always use a safeword if I demand something that you don't feel you can handle. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master. Thank you."
As soon as Michael finishes speaking, Oscar raises his hand and slaps the slave across both sides of its face, 8 times in total. Tears come to its eyes.
"Now be a good slave and crawl into the bathroom. Get a warm wet cloth and crawl back here with it to cleanse my cock so well that you won't be afraid to put it back in your mouth. Go!"
As Michael crawls away, even with the tears it is shedding, it is so encouraged by the way the Master handled this situation; how wisely, how patiently, how decisively. Once again the slave realizes that it is serving someone who is vastly superior to any Dom he has ever been with. It stands up to prepare the cloth, crawls back to the Master, lovingly cleans His cock and then, without even being told, he puts it into his mouth and begins to lick it and suck it, showing his gratitude and his devotion.
"What a good boy you are, Mikey!
"Your slave is a good boy only because you are such a kind and wise Master, Oscar."
"Let's lie on the bed again. I want to kiss you some more."
And they have both learned a great deal from what just happened. Just the way it should be.