THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 7. Back up north, then down south again.
This isn't about J—well, not that J. It's about Jonny, who at the conclusion of his second visit to Andy, during Winter Break at the U, is standing there with tears running down his cheeks and hands behind his head revealing shaved armpits, down below we see his freshly shaved groin and balls, weights pulling down the balls and Andy asking him if he needs any more spanking to help him understand how to say "Yes, Sir," more readily when given a command.
"Yes, Sir...um, I mean, No, Sir. No. Please don't spank me any more, Sir, please."
Andy smiles up at him from His seat. "That's fine. I think we've covered enough for this time. The next time however, there will be more things to learn."
"May I ask what, Sir?"
"No you may not. All you need to do is ask to come back here. I will take care of the rest. I will decide what you need next. You can't possibly help me decide because you have no idea what might be possible. That's why you could never be a Dom despite how tough you thought you were. But don't get me wrong: you are tough, just not the way you thought you were. After all, it took a lot for you to ask to be here tonight. And it will take even a lot more to ask to come a third time. When and if you think you are tough enough. And once again, I promise that no one else will ever know about this unless we both agree to speak about it. But before that, you must be willing to be walking around the dorm naked the way that other kid did. Do you understand Me?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy. Come closer so I can take the weights off the balls." Jonny does but trembles when Andy holds his sac in one hand while taking the weights and ring from him. "There. It will feel good when you hold them in your hand and rub them after you get home. But if you touch yourself while you're still here, you'll go right over my knee again. Don't you dare touch. Understand, boy?"
"yes, Sir. Will not touch myself here."
"Good. Then put your clothes on and you know the way out. I'll be looking forward to your next call, boy. Take care now. And remember, don't touch."
"thank You, Sir. Good night, Sir."
Andy gets up and goes into His bedroom. Jonny is shaking his head and mumbling to himself while putting his clothes on, taking special care not to be rough on his very sore ass. "No third time," he's saying to himself, but he doesn't dare touch himself."
Meanwhile, back at Brandon's, at 10pm, Michael has just texted Zeke to let Him know he's back from dinner. Zeke replies, "u sure it's ok?"
"yes. I asked. I'm on the second floor and he's in the basement. besides, I know he probably figures you'd be over. total privacy. and He's already gone to bed."
"I'll be there at 10:30. Be ready to open the door so I don't have to ring the bell, okay?"
"Should I be typing `yes, Sir' already?"
"would be nice. so you know your place."
"then Yes, Sir. Feeling it already."
"then be stripped already when you open the door. That's not a request."
"Yes, Sir."
"where are you right now?"
"in my room, Sir."
"then strip now and send me a pic of your nipples and your balls."
"yes, Sir."
About four minutes later two pictures are texted to Zeke.
"Good boy. Be there shortly."
Michael can't believe it. His very first night in his new home and he is already being stripped naked by a hot and aggressive Dom. At least this time he isn't offering his nude body to some creep in exchange for a place to sleep that night. This time he's offering it for free. Willingly. Eagerly.
Finally after hours of minutes, Michael hears a car pull up, it's lights already off. A good sign of how considerate Zeke seems to be.
Since the front door is not exposed, Michael opens the door wide and stands there naked, his head lowered with eyes down even though he wants to observe Zeke walking up the stairs for all he's worth. Zeke walks right up to him. "I can see your body. Let Me see your eyes, Michael."
Michael raises his eyes and almost gasps as Zeke looks into them. "Step back so I can get in the door and close it, boy." Michael lets Him in; Zeke closes the door. "Lead me into the living room and sit down on the couch."
Once Michael is seated, Zeke says, "Okay, Michael. Look at Me. Check Me out. Freely. Watch as I walk around the room. Feast on the sight of Me here clothed before you and enjoying your nakedness."
Michael's mind is blown already as He watches, hypnotized by Zeke's power. Finally, Zeke says "Enough. Bring Me up to your room and then go lie on the bed on your back, legs spread."
As Michael goes to the bed, Zeke closes the bedroom door. The room is dim, only a small bedside lamp turned on. Perfect! Zeke takes his phone out of his pocket and begins snapping pictures of Michael's body from his feet up, bit by bit, assuring Michael that He will not take a pic of his face, but possessing Michael's body with His camera. Finally, He snaps a picture of the bedside table with lube, condoms, towels and poppers on it.
"Next time make sure there's Ben Gay on the table as well." Zeke puts the camera down and practically jumps onto the bed and beings to rub His clothed body against Michael's bare flesh, and He puts His hand to Michael's face and strokes his cheeks and runs one hand down around the boy's neck and with the other hand He puts his thumb to the boy's lips and encircles them. "Open." He puts two fingers into the boy's mouth and begins to move them around as if inspecting all of it. He withdraws His fingers and puts His lips to Michael's and Michael sighs deeply. Zeke opens the boy's mouth with His tongue and proceeds to take possession of it, even as His hand on the boy's neck tightens a bit then releases, then tightens again and hold it there, not quite cutting off the boy's air but making it a bit more difficult to breathe as much as Michael wants to at this point.
Then He takes His hand off the boy's neck and pulls His mouth back from the boy and then slaps the boys face lightly.
"Never, ever," He says, "ever let any man put his hand on your neck unless you know him very well and are willing to trust him with your life. You could very easily be dead right now because I could have strangled you and then left here, and no one would know. I swear, all of you subs should be assigned an Owner as soon as you realize what you are. Your need to be submissive can be dangerous and you shouldn't be trusted to be on your own." He kisses Michael again and this time puts He hand to the boy's nipple rather than his neck and before long Michael is groaning and sucking on Zeke's mouth for all it's worth, and shit! Zeke knows just when to stop. Still kissing the boy, Zeke reaches down and opens His belt and pulls it out of His pants, then lightly cracks the end of His belt against various places on Michael's body, taking full advantage of the fact that the boys legs are spread. One crack to the boy's balls gets him whimpering.
Zeke stands up to strip. He strips down to black boxer briefs and orders the boy to get off the bed and on his knees. He sits on the side of the bed and opens His legs, pointing to where He wants the boy to kneel. "You need this so badly, Michael, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir, very much."
"Tell me about it." Zeke takes one of Michael's hands and wraps it around His hard and thick cock and then moves His own hand to play with the boy's balls, slapping the lightly, pulling, squeezing, then quickly back to the nipples. "Talk."
"I need what You can do to me. No one ever . . . "
" . . . . ever could feed that need."
"Yes, Sir. the need hurts sometimes, Sir."
"that pain can only be helped by a good whipping."
"afraid of that, Sir."
"always tell Me, boy. You need so much, Michael, I know, but it is late so tonight you only get a little bit of it but more will be on its way. And I told you that every sub needs an owner. Well I'm your owner now. that doesn't mean you're my sex slave or anything. It means you keep me posted about everything, even about sex with other men, and I'll make sure you're okay and I'll give you orders sometimes and you will obey Me."
"Oh please a little more tonight, Sir. Please?"
"Suck my cock, boy. Slowly. Don't choke." He hand the poppers to Michael who take a hit.
"Take more." Michael sniffs a lot more then dives down and puts the head of Zeke's cock in his mouth and tongues it.
"Your mouth is dry. Come up here a second. Come here and open your mouth, boy."
Michael obeys and Zeke spits into his mouth several times, then puts His hand on the boy's head and pushes it down to His cock and onto His cock and pushes it down a couple of inches then let's go. "fuck your face with My cock, boy." And while Michael works to please him, Zeke keeps lightly lashing him with His belt, letting it fall in random places and Michael sucks harder when Zeke hits somewhere that hurts more than other places.
Finally Zeke makes it all stop and brings Michael up to Himself again and whispers into his ear, "I want to watch you jerk off. I want to see you cum into your hand and then lick up all your cum for Me. Begin."
Michael takes himself in hand and starts stroking. "Imagine that you can only cum when I give you permission. Imagine that you cannot touch your cock unless first begging me to allow it. Imagine that I control your cock and your ability to shoot a load. Imagine that sometimes it feel better for you to cry than to cum. Imagine how humiliating it would be when you cry for Me because you know it pleases Me to see a boy like you crying, because it's what you deserve. Imagine that when I need to punish you that I would spank you until you're crying and THEN begin the punishment spanking, when you're right up against your pain limit and you know that I'm not going to stop until you really realize how much power I have over you . . . .and all of a sudden Michael lets out a loud cry and the cum shoots from his dick and he tries to get most of it in his hand.
"Eat it off your hand, boy. Start there and then I'll help you." Michael looks puzzled but licks his hand clean and Zeke keeps taking more from the boy's body with His fingers and then sticks His fingers in the boy's mouth and in that way feeds all of the boy's cum Himself and the boy drowns in humiliation deeper than anyone has ever made him feel before.
Zeke gets off the bed and begins putting His clothes on. Michael gets upset. "Oh please stay, Sir. Please don't leave me alone."
"Michael, if I stay here with you tonight, in the morning I'm going to whip your ass with My belt until you are sobbing, and then I'm going to cum all over your whipped ass. Then leave you lying there, your ass covered with welts and covered with the cum of the man who whipped you. Are you ready for that to happen?"
Michael knows he isn't. "Would you at least just stay here with me until I fall asleep, Sir?"
"That I can do, but I'm getting dressed first." and as He is putting on His clothes, He adds, "When you see me again after tonight make sure you call me Zeke and not Sir. And soon I will claim you for another night when there will be more time for Me to enjoy training you the way you need to be trained."
Once dressed, He pulls the blankets up and tucks in the boy and lies next to him with His arm around him, almost spooning. As promised, He remains there until Michael falls asleep and then quietly makes His way downstairs and out to his car.
Meanwhile, downstairs, before Brandon goes to bed he decides to offer himself to Nick and also to Master (?)
Nick sounds the hottest so he answers him first after stripping naked.
Dear Nick, Sir
this slave has not been disciplined for over a week. its flesh is crying out for the lash of Your crop and the slash of Your wooden spoon as it writhes around naked on the floor before You. would be willing to drive to You tomorrow or any other time this week You specify. would greatly benefit from serving a Man more mature than its twink age (18). Please, Sir.
brandon
An answer comes back almost instantaneously,
Patch up your shaving job and get yourself over here by 7:30 pm tomorrow night. don't eat anything after 4 pm. Provide your phone number and I will text you the address. Nick. And don't bother with the "Sir" crap. You may call me Nick when you cry out for mercy. When you get here the door will be unlocked. Enter, lock the door, strip all the way and then crawl into the living room. I will leash you and lead you to where I wish to work you over. Make sure your ass is lubed. I may want to use it once you are sobbing. I look forward to beating your white twink body and putting some color on your pale flesh. Send the number immediately.
Nick.
Brandon immediately texts his number. A response comes right back. "Good boy. Here's the address: xxxxxxxxxx. Shower before leaving your house. Be here on time. Bring your own poppers if they help you surrender. Text Me before 12 noon tomorrow to confirm.
Brandon is pleased that this developed so quickly, just from something he said in the subs' chat room. Amazing.
One more before calling it a night. An answer to Master that he's been putting off now sure how to answer the questions he was asked.
Dear Master,
One time when the former Master punished this slave the pain of the punishment was the most it had ever received. it cried out and after the Master released it from bondage He ordered it to fall to the floor and lick His feet as a sign of gratitude for being punished. As this slave bowed before Him and began to lick His feet it realized what it meant to be a slave that was subject to punishment and that caused the damn to burst. It sobbed and its tears and snot fell unto the Master's feet and when Master ordered the slave to lick everything up it realized it was being broken and the sobbing continued even more strongly.
Yes, indeed, this slave's heart has been broken but it is trying to get a bit stronger every day. That chapter in its life is over; it needs to move on before being tempted to abandon its dream of finding a new Master to continue its training from where the previous Master left off. The slave thanks You, Master, for the consolation of Your understanding.
At this point the slave guesses it may be best for it to simply surrender to being used without the complication caused by mixing emotion with the discipline a slave deserves. Your wise words to the slave have helped it realize just how much it needs to be ruled and controlled, and how lost it feels trying to take charge of its own fate. Humiliation, discipline, training, protocols, restrictions, all of this is needed and it prays that Your thoughts are true: that the return of these things to this slave's existence is the only thing that can help heal the wounds that were inflicted upon its spirit. It waits in hope for a summons that will help it advance on its path into a deeper and more profound state of slavery.
slave brandon
Brandon closes down the program before he gets sucked into it any further and slips into bed begging the powers-that-be for a way to untangle the knot of pain that is still within him.