THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 6. Michael's new home
Brandon decides to fix one of his favorite dishes, beef stew, assuming that Michael could use a good home-made hot meal when he gets here. He also has rolls which he'll pop into the oven shortly before they sit down to eat. He makes a big sign and hangs it from the banister to the stairs and excitedly waits for Michael to arrive.
While waiting, he gets a message from Master Luke's chat program:
slave brandon,
Good boy for responding quickly and honestly. I intend to put that tongue to the use for which it is intended, hydrating with My spit or perhaps even piss when needed. When did you first realize that you were meant to be a slave? As always, only respond to Me when you are naked. Put your laptop on a chair and kneel on the floor as well when responding. One further thing for now: since you are the one to abandon the Master who temporarily displeased you, how can I know you will not give up and walk away should I not meet up with your standards? A lot depends on how you answer Me, so give My question careful thought.
Brandon has already thought of these matters, so it is not difficult to answer. However Michael will be here soon. Not a problem, he realizes. Michael is used to his being naked. And so, after first checking to make sure the stew will not burn, he strips naked, sets the laptop upon the living room couch and kneels before it:
this slave bows naked before MASTER LUKE,
this slave remembers seeing a movie when it was about 8 years old in which a captive soldier was whipped by a Chinese man who purchased him at a slave market. This slave was alone at the time, often being left alone by its parents. It stripped naked and tried to whip its own back with its strap but only one lash hurt more than it ever expected, so it had to stop but stayed naked for the rest of the night until it went to bed. It often dreamed of this scene after that. Then, when it was ten years old, one of the bullies in its summer camp made it give him handjobs every night and told him he was meant to be a slave to guys with bigger dicks and that this would never change. Its dick never ever got to be very big, so it realized that it was always meant to be a slave. Thinking this way always brought it a sense of peace. Nothing else have ever done the same.
As to Your second question, Master, it had been told frequently that things always needed to be safe, sane and consensual in a true BDSM relationship. When the Master returned from His trip and flogged the slave until it almost passed out, it realized that it no longer felt safe, that it doubted the Master's sanity, and that for the first time in our relationship the punishment was not consensual. Before this, the slave had always agreed it deserved to be punished beyond its own pain limits, but not this time when bound to Master's stocks and lashed with furious anger and immediately sent to suck someone else's cock in another location while the welts were still glistening on its nude body, with no aftercare or even the affection it had been conditioned to expect after a punishment.
Perhaps in Your superior wisdom, Master, You consider this slave to be at fault in deciding to escape that situation, it will surrender to whatever disciplinary measures You decide are necessary to keep the slave deeply set in its inferior identity.
humbly, slave brandon
Wow. Writing that got him very hard and so, lying back on the living room floor, brandon jerked himself off furiously and when he came, he ate his cum, licking it off his hand and fingers and continued to lie there as it grew dark outside, imagining what it would be like to be writhing naked underneath Master Luke's lashes.
As he was lying there, Michael pulled into his driveway. Brandon decided to stay naked. He opened the door for Michael and Michael rushed into the room and threw himself into Brandon's arms weeping and sobbing, not even realizing that his friend was naked, just as he had always been in their room at the U.
Brandon kept holding him until he calmed down. "I've got some things in the car, things my parents allowed me to keep. Hold on while I fetch them." Michael went back to the car and when Brandon realized there were several boxes, he ran outside to help despite the fact that he was naked. It was dark by then and the front door of the house was not easily seen from the street. And it felt good to be doing some work while naked.
Once they had unloaded the car, Brandon took Michael by the hand and brought him upstairs to show him where he would be living for as long as he needed to. Again, Michael began weeping. Brandon brought him to the bed and lay down with him, holding him in his arms. The two of them fell asleep. After all, Michael had just driven for over seven hours.
A bit later, the chill in the air woke Brandon up. He quietly got out of bed and went back downstairs to put his clothes back on. Then he picked up one of the boxes and brought it upstairs to Michael's room. That woke Michael up and he went down to bring up another box. There were five in total. Clothing, a few books and a few other objects. Three pictures of him and his parents had been ripped to pieces and lay at the top of one of the boxes. Brandon had a hard time understanding such cruelty, despite the things that J had done to him.
"Come eat," he said to Michael. "I've made something to warm you up from inside and I'll put some rolls in the oven as well. We can eat and you can tell me whatever you feel comfortable telling about what happened."
The stew was still warm and it smelled heavenly. Brandon had already set the table so it was just a question of filling their bowls and then waiting for the rolls to brown. They ate silently. Brandon, as ever the submissive one even with his brother sub, waited until Michael found the strength within him to speak.
"I had been to the Mall where I used to cruise, but nothing came of it. When I drove up to the house, I saw the boxes on the ground by the front door and I was wondering what they might be. I walked into the house and my father called out and yelled, Come in here and stand before us, boy!' He had never called me boy' before, so I knew something was up and that it probably wasn't pleasant. I went into the living room and he and my mother were sitting there and she had been crying.
"We received an interesting phone call this afternoon from someone who lives at the U with you and knows what you are and what you had been doing all semester. We were shocked to realize that despite all our efforts to train you to follow the way of the Lord, you had decided to devote yourself to a life of abomination that will condemn you to an eternity in the hottest part of hell. We immediately realized that we could no longer consider you to be a member of our family and would not scandalize our friends and neighbors by allowing you to continue dwelling here. Your filth has already contaminated our home and had been for quite some time. Pastor Matthews will be here shortly to exorcise your demons from our dwelling and we want you to be gone before the good man arrives. After careful consideration we decided to be somewhat merciful even if it went against our better judgment. The boxes on the lawn contain the things we are allowing you to keep. Please load them into your car and be gone from here as quickly as possible. Do not speak a single word to us. Simply begone, Satan!" And the two of them got up from their seats and went upstairs. And that was that!"
"Oh my God they sounded even more ignorant than the Catholics were! At least they kept talking about forgiveness, and I have several gay friends around here who are still Catholic and still living at home even if they don't go to church any longer. Oh honey, that was just awful. Why didn't you call me right away?"
"I was too ashamed. I called one of the Doms I had been with over the holidays and He told me to come stay with Him until I got myself sorted out. I stayed there until the next morning when He came into my room and told me He wanted to fuck me. I mindlessly rolled over and offered myself to Him and as He was fucking me He told me that I could stay as long as I wanted to, and that my body would be the rent He required and He sure He could pass me around to a few of His friends and I'd at least have places to spend the night after they were done with me. And Brandon, I was so wrecked by that point that I actually thanked Him for taking charge. And sure enough, a couple hours later after He used me again He told me to take a shower and get dressed, and after I did, He gave me a piece of paper with a name and address on it and told the that's who would be using me next."
"Oh my God! Things just kept getting worse."
"Yes, and by that time, after what my parents said to me, I just figured that my punishment would be to live as a homeless slut slaveboy. The second guy got off on calling me names while fucking my face, and telling me that I was meant to be a whore until He and His friends got tired of me, but he would have me again in a few days. He told me where to report that night. The third guy at least didn't say anything insulting, but the next morning when He got up He ordered me to kneel on the floor, lick his dick clean from having fucked me the night before and then to drink His piss to save him a trip to the bathroom. I refused, so He slapped me across the face and told me to get out. And I did. Drove around all day and then that afternoon checked into a run-down motel that people often used with tricks, both male and female. I spent the night there---that was last night. So I finally came to my senses and called you this morning, and thank God I did. You have no idea what this means to me, Brandon, and I'd gladly even be your slave for the rest of my life."
"Oh my poor dear friend, you are such a mess right now! You owe me nothing, Michael, except your friendship. I'm here for you. I'm kind of leading a new life now, and we will find our ways together and have each other's back just like old times, and we'll both find our ways, and life will get better and better. I told my parents and grandparents about your coming here and they all said that they'd be happy to do anything they could to help you get settled as well. You'll get to meet them tomorrow after you had a good rest. But please, baby, erase all those horrible lies your parents told you. That shit isn't what God is about. I don't care what the Bible says, God is bigger than all that. I'm no expert, but God gave me a family which still loves me no matter what. And when you meet them you'll see what I mean. It's about love, Michael, even for us kinky cocksuckers. Haven't you ever felt love when sucking a man's cock?"
"sure I have, but I always felt it was the devil seducing me."
"No, baby. Your parents are the ones the devil's been seducing. Them and that hateful cult they call religion. Even with the awful stuff that happened to me at the end of last semester, I've never doubted that God loves me. After all, God was the one Who gave me to guts to get the heck out of there and away from J, even though I still love him. But my hurts are nowhere near as bad as yours, Michael. But you'll see. Something good will come out of it. I mean, just look at us now. A month ago we were sharing a cramped room and forced to hang out naked by bullies who knew nothing about love. Now we live in a wonderful comfortable home and there are plenty of people around who love us. Just you wait and see. But you look exhausted. Why don't you go back to bed and get more sleep? I'll clean up here and we can both sleep in tomorrow morning."
"I have two requests."
"shoot, Mike."
"First, let me help you clean up. And second, would you please hold me while I sleep tonight?"
"You got it, buddy. Here, you clean off the table and I'll get started with the dishes. And I made enough stew to last us a couple of days, but I suspect we'll be eating dinner at my Mom's or my Nana's tomorrow once they know you've arrived safely. They're all looking forward to meeting you."
"Brandon, I just had a thought."
"What is that?"
"Remember at the beginning of the semester when you and I were having serious roommate problems?"
"Yes, of course I do."
"Could it be maybe that God set all of that up so that God could bring us together?"
"yeah, I could believe that, dude."
And so, the two friends clean things up and head upstairs. They decided to both sleep naked so they could be reassured during the night by skin-to-skin contact. And they both slept like babies, safe and sound in each other's arms. And during the night, the power of their friendship helped heal some of the pain they both carried.
Morning was bright and clear and wonderful. Michael found his way around the kitchen and made breakfast, then Brandon wanted to show him the website he's been using lately, so they spent some time at the computer together and Michael was amazed at it all and said he would probably join eventually but not right away.
Then Brandon took him for a ride to show him around town and, of course, they ended up at a coffee house which sported a gay pride flag hanging by its doors. Three of Brandon's friends, two of them gay, came by to say hello and Brandon introduced Michael to them and said they would be living together now but (he emphasized) are not a couple. They all laughed, and one of Brandon's friends, a guy name Zeke, had a special sparkle in his eye and winked at Michael and, of all things, Michael started blushing redder than Brandon ever gets. Al, their straight friend, noticed this and couldn't help but tease the daylights out of Zeke for being such a powerful Dom that he made an innocent young twink blush like a red rose!
When He heard the word "Dom," Michael smiled that beautiful smile that had captivated several of the young men at the U, and an electrical current began to flow between him and Zeke, Zeke with the burning blue eyes and apparently a Dom who already has some power over the aching boy.
"Gentle, Zeke," Brandon advised and then whispers out the side of his mouth, "Damn, Michael, you're not even here for 24 hours and again attracting bad boys?" Michael says nothing, suddenly very happy that he accepted Michael's invitation to move up here. And he gets up to go use the restroom. On his way out, Zeke is on his way in and he hands Michael a card and says, "Find out if it's cool for you to have guests over his place," and Michael answers, "You'll have to wine and dine me first, dude," with a shy smile. "Fine," says Zeke. "I'll have you over my knee and you'll be whining soon enough and then after that you can have My cock to eat for dinner, boy." "I'll be sure to check, Zeke," Michael answers and quickly makes his way back to the table.
When he gets there the other guys are standing up getting ready to leave. They say goodbye to Michael, saying they're sure they'll be seeing him again. Brandon and Michael get in the car and Brandon lets out a huge sigh. "Isn't it nice that God worked out a way for you to forget your misery for a while, probably even longer knowing how fast you work, dude?"
"I have to ask you something, Brandon?"
"About him coming over? No worry at all. Michael, I put you on the second floor but I live in the basement. Mom had set me up with almost a furnished apartment downstairs and I'm staying there. You will have complete privacy upstairs and don't even have to be worried about crying out when Zeke introduces Himself the way He wants to."
"Wow. This keeps looking better and better."
Brandon smiles at him.
"What do you know about that guy Zeke?"
"My friend Gary knows him well. In fact, Gary once told me that if I ever decided that I really wanted to learn to become a sub, Zeke would be very good for me. But I never took him up on it. Wasn't ready before I went to the U and met J."
"Damn, Bran, good enough there are a full 26 letters in the alphabet. We might end up needing them all. Let's see, there's the U where you met J and you almost got to know Z. Did I forget anyone?"
"Do you want us to use G for the Russian or A for Alan?"
"Maybe. Let's see if they ever come up in conversation."