"The alex series," Book 2: Sweet Subjugation
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Chapter 14. Making a decision.
Master helps Brandon up off the floor and orders him to lie face down on top of the table in the dungeon. Once Brandon is in place, Justin takes a tube of crème and begins to apply it to the welts and other stray marks made by the whip. "This will sting at first but will assure good healing and no permanent scarring. It will also help with the pain because there is some CBD in it." Brandon remains silent, other than moaning when Justin applies the crème to a couple of spots which really got welted because the whip struck the slave there more than once. Just as he is finishing his phone rings. Justin goes into his bedroom to get the phone and then comes back to Brandon still talking. I've decided not to change its name. I want it to realize what it is and a name-change allows it to think of itself as still free. So what are you up to? Really? I'm surprised. I guess we can all use a quiet night at home once in a while. What? Now? Gee, I don't see any reason why not. In fact, come to think of it, this is a perfect time. The slave was just whipped with rawhide, yes, pretty significantly, so anyway there is no better time to use a slave than after it has been disciplined and still smarts from the lashes. Excellent. I'll send the slave up. Meet it in the kitchen? Right away. Have a good time. Take your time, too. Give it ample time to show its gratitude for what you did. Right. Just a couple minutes. Yes, just send it back down. I'll be watching a movie probably. Cool. Talk later, dude."
He turns to Brandon still lying on the table. "Andy is home and wants his blow job. This is a special opportunity considering you were just whipped, and slaves always suck better after being whipped. Get yourself upstairs and he'll meet you in the kitchen and take you to his quarters. When he is done with you, just come back here. If I'm sleeping, just lay on the bed and put my cock in your mouth and if I don't awaken, just fall asleep right there that way."
"Yes, Master."
"Make sure you show Andy how grateful you are, boy."
"Promise, Master."
Justin helps him up off the table and sends him on his way with a light slap to his bottom.
On his way up the stairs, Brandon is thinking to himself, "I understand. It doesn't matter that I'm so weary and sore and just spent a good long time sucking Master's feet, he just sends me off to give another blow job. This is real slavery. Now stop thinking about it. All you have to do is obey. Surrender and obey. Find my meaning in my obedience, mindless obedience. And shit my ass hurts so much more than my back, even though the lashes to my back hurt more than the ones to my ass when He was whipping me. Damn. Can't believe I'm thinking about stuff like this. Come on, Brandon, tell the truth: is this really what I want, how I want to live? Really?
He walks into the kitchen and sees Andy standing there waiting. He's wearing nothing but an old pair of gym shorts and it's clear to see that Andy is already getting aroused by the thought that Justin's slave is coming to service his cock like the faggot slut it is.
"Follow me," Andy says to Brandon. Just those two words. Andy takes the slave into his quarters, very different than Justin's, but also nice. Andy's into a lot of red and black and the place looks totally masculine. He turns a light on,. "Let me take a look at the results of your whipping. Turn around."
Brandon turns its back to Andy and Andy give a bit of a whistle. "I bet you've never been beaten that much before. Justin was right: you've stepped over the line. Hard to believe it all happened so quickly, but look at you. Marked up from your Master's whip, and I can see that it wasn't a real whip but something he made just for you. And he got you good, boy. I'm surprised you're still here? Impressive. Well, let's not waste any time. Come over here and get down on your knees, and do what your Master sent you here to do" Andy goes to sit in his arm chair and spreads his legs. Nice body. cock not as big as Justin's but still well shaped and it looks kind of delicious, especially since it's already leaking even more than Justin's does. Brandon leans in and takes care of the pre-cum and Andy begins moaning.
"Lick all around boy, my thighs and my whole pubic area than finally, my balls and then my cock. That's the way I like it. Use your hands to lean in but don't use them to jerk me, Brandon. Your mouth is going to make me cum, and I don't care how long it takes. Just get started. Show me how grateful you are from getting rescued from that caveman you were living with." Once again Brandon loses his mind as he sets himself to giving Andy a nice reward for this morning, and for being nice to him in general. Brandon does what he is: he sucks Andy's cock and makes love to his whole area. Andy doesn't even carry on a conversation with him. Brandon feels that now that he is recognized as an actual slave, Andy views him as nothing more than a warm hole for his dick, a living fleshlight, and that really is how Andy is treating him, especially when he takes hold of the slave's head and works it mouth exactly the way he wants it. And after it's over, after he has swallowed "Master Andy's" load, Andy just gets up from the chair and goes to the bathroom. "Be gone by the time I'm done pissing. And take two bottles of water downstairs with. Now scoot like a good obedient slave."
Brandon has never felt more used. or confused. yet still turned on.
He goes to the kitchen and gets the water bottles and goes back downstairs. Justin is sitting in a chair reading, wearing boxer shorts but nothing else. Brandon feels more naked than ever.
"Go to the bathroom, Brandon, do what you have to do, then brush your teeth. I don't want to taste Andy's load when I kiss you. Then come crawling back to me and kneel between my legs and lay your head in my lap."
Brandon does as he's been ordered, pees through the cage which is really beginning to feel restricting, rinses it as he was taught. When brushing his teeth, he does a thorough job wanting to erase all traces of what Andy shot into his mouth. He wants to hurry; he needs to feel Justin's body; but still he wants to please his Master by giving him a fresh clean mouth to kiss or to use however he wants. Brandon catches himself thinking this way and feels a bit less confused. He wishes he could write Justin an email right now. Emails are easier than speaking.
Once he is done, he gets down on the floor and crawls to his Master, and the act of crawling makes him feel safe, makes him feel that he has found his place. And yet . . .
He goes to Master and kneels between His legs and, as he was told lays his head in Master's lap. And he begins to weep, and the tears begin to flow more and more copiously, and while he is weeping, Master strokes the back of his head with his hand and massages him Beneath his collar and speaks in that sweet voice that makes Brandon feel loved, and protected, and safe.
"Let it out, boy. Let it all out. Release it all and don't worry about getting my underpants wet. Soon I will take them off and use them to wipe the tears and snot from your face. You are a good boy, Brandon. You make me very happy. I promise I will take good care of you the way you have asked for. Cry for me, Brandon, cry like a slaveboy who is letting go of all pretenses of being a free man. Not a man but a boy. Not free but bound to a Master who is going to rule you the way you need to be ruled and discipline you the way you need to be disciplined. The Master who knows your secrets, and when you are with Him there are no secrets."
Brandon blurts out the words, "He was so nice to me today. But tonight, he treated me like I was nothing more than a thing, an object for his pleasure. He used me like a fleshlight."
"What did you expect, Brandon? He treated you like the slave you say you want to be. He saw the evidence that you had been whipped and he treated you like the whipped slaveboy you are. Look, sweet boy: you are very tired. It is very late and this is not a good time to have this conversation. Let me wipe off your face and then come to bed and let's get a good night's sleep. We'll talk about all of this tomorrow morning. Obey your Master, boy.
Brandon sighs. "Yes, Master."
Justin stands up and removes his boxers made damp by Brandon's tears. He wipes the slave's face with it and leads him to the bed and pulls back the covers to let him in, then lies down next to him. Brandon folds himself into his Master's arms and lies with his face on Justin's chest. He doesn't want to stay on his back because he is still sore from the whipping he received. It takes seconds before the boy falls fast asleep. Justin stays awake a good long time, thinking things over and reaching a decision. It won't be the easiest way to handle things, but it is the way things are going to have to be and he hopes things will eventually work out.
Saturday morning
Justin wakes up first and extricates himself from Brandon's cuddling embrace. He takes his shower and shaves, and when he gets back to the bedroom, Brandon has already stirred. Justin sits down next to him. "How are you feeling this morning, boy?"
"I had a real good sleep, Master."
"I know. You cuddled with me all night and barely moved. So this is what is going to happen. You will get up and brush your teeth and give yourself a sponge bath because I don't think you could tolerate taking a shower just yet. Once you have finished, come back in here and make the bed, then come upstairs for coffee and oatmeal. What do you take in your oatmeal?"
"Cream and a lot of sugar, Master."
"Fine. Come up when you are ready and fix your coffee. Then go and sit in the corner the way I showed you yesterday. The others might be awake already but I'll tell them not to speak to you and you are not to speak as well. Understand?"
"Yyyes, Master."
"Good. Then after breakfast, we will come back down here and sit on the couch and then we will have our discussion, so think about what you want to ask and what you want to say."
"Yes, Master."
"Good. So off to the bathroom with you now, boy."
Justin goes upstairs to make coffee. Andy is finishing up his cereal. Lou is nowhere to be found.
Justin says to Andy, "I guess you freaked the slave out last night the way you dealt with it."
"Really? Justin, if it wants to be a slave round here, it's going to have to get used to being treated like a slave and not like some pampered college freshman with a cute body."
"I agree totally, Andy. I'm not criticizing you at all. In fact, I'm glad you treated it the way you did, because it is going to prompt a very serious discussion this morning. Obviously, this pampered college freshman has some important decisions to make."
"And what are you suggesting?"
"Well, either it is a slave or he is a pampered college boy. You know me well enough, Andy, to know that I'm not interested in pampered college boys. So I'm going to have to lay it on the line. All or nothing. That might mean we'll be seeing the last of him. I'll be disappointed, but so be it."
"Wow. Good for you, Jus. I'm glad to hear that you're not going to let the kid string you along. Too bad if you lose him, but I completely understand and admire you, as usual, for standing tough.
"Well, wish me luck."
With that, Brandon comes into the kitchen.
"Coffee is ready. Prepare yourself a cup and drink it standing up. When you finish it, go and sit in the corner the way I told you to, slave."
"Yes, Sir." Andy and Justin look at each other. Justin shrugs his shoulders.
Once Brandon is sitting in the corner, Justin fixes its oatmeal the way it asked for it and goes over and hands it the bowl. Brandon waits for a spoon. Justin doesn't give it any.
Brandon asks, "May I have a spoon, please, Sir?"
"No. Slaves don't use utensils. Put your face in the bowl and eat it as best you can. You're lucky I don't just put the bowl on the floor and make you eat it like a puppy."
Brandon sighs, and goes starts trying to suck the oatmeal out of the bowl.
"don't make a mess. after you're done, use your fingers to wipe the oatmeal off your face and stick it into your mouth. If you spill anything on the floor, get down and lick it up. When you're finished, rinse out the bowl and put it into the dishwasher, then go downstairs and sit on the couch and wait for me. No need to comment. Just do it."
Andy walks over and pats Justin on the back and leaves the kitchen. Justin sits and watches the slave try to eat and says nothing. He just watches; his way of humiliating the boy even more.
To his credit, Brandon gets most of the oatmeal out of the bowl and then licks the bowl clean, wipes his face and then uses his mouth to clean his fingers. Then he gets up without too much difficulty, rinses out the bowl and puts it into the dishwasher.
"You can get yourself another cup of coffee to bring downstairs if you want."
"thank You, Master." He gets the coffee and goes downstairs. He looks troubled and Justin wonders what the outcome of their conversation will be.
. . . . . Justin goes downstairs with his cup of coffee and he sits on the couch with Brandon. Right away, Brandon has something to say. "Thank You, Master, for the way You've been with me since I woke up. I think You've been trying to teach me something."
"I'm always trying to teach you something, boy. That's what a Master is there for. I must say, however, that you look very troubled."
"Not troubled, Master, as much as a bit confused about things."
"So talk to me and maybe I can help you sort some things out. I really care about you, boy. Don't forget what I told you about fun, remember? Right now you don't look like you're having any fun."
"I know, Sir, it's just that I have to sort some things out in my mind. May I ask you something, Master?"
"Sure. That's why we're sitting here together and having this chat. What's on your mind? This is time for a free conversation—very much needed from time to time in this type of relationship. You can ask what you want and say what you want without fear of being punished. This is your chance to speak up, and by the way, you can always ask for a free conversation when you need it.
"thank You, Master. So what I need to ask is this: what does it mean, Master, when both you and Andy said the same thing last night, that I `crossed over the line'?
"the line between freedom and slavery. On one side of the line you are Brandon, a cute boy curious about many things and looking for something kinky you think you desire. On this side of the line, you are Brandon, a slave, and others will treat you like a slave—not their slave, but my slave. Only I am here to take care of you and guide you and help you through the changes that are taking place. For others, you are nothing more than a faggot slave and they will not risk confusing you by acting as if you are anything other than that. Do you understand this, and what happened upstairs last night?"
"I guess so, Master. It's all happened so quickly."
"That is your doing, boy. You are the one to make it happen quickly, Brandon. You stepped a foot over the line long before I was going to bring you here. You were the one who decided to call me Master even though I had not demanded it. Why did you do that?"
"Because that was the way I began to understand who You are. Because something inside of me encouraged me to honor You that way. Because I really want to be Your slave. This isn't just some whim of a silly little boy. I have studied and observed. I've seen a lot, and even though the videos and porn are distorted, that is not what I responded to. What I crave, I guess, Master, is relationship."
"I gave you everything you asked for, Brandon. Did you perhaps ask for too much? Do you want to take a step back? You can, you know, but there will be consequences."
Brandon pulls his head back and looks up at Justin. "Consequences?"
"I want you, Brandon. But you have got to understand, and I think I have made myself clear about this, I want you as my slave. All our emails this week have been leading up to this. I am a Dom, a Master, a sadist. I told you I am all about pain. There have been no secrets as to what I want. And, boy, although people hate hearing that word, it is true that all week I have been grooming you to become my slave. I am willing to take things more slowly because I realize that things have been moving too quickly for you. I treated you the way I have this morning so that you could understand where you will be headed if you wish a relationship with me.
"I am not interested in being a cuddle-buddy with a sweet innocent boy, no matter how sexy, no matter how adorable, no matter how much I care about you. I want you naked and kneeling before me with a tear-filled face, marks of my whip (which was really a beginner's whip) on your body, telling me your secrets and obeying me in all things.
"You have got to understand this, Brandon. You said you want relationship. I am setting the terms of this relationship because I am the One you are choosing to kneel before and to serve. Brandon, I want a slave. I do not want a just a boyfriend. Brandon can go find a boyfriend if he wants. But in this house, you are a slave, with all that means. Once you come through the door of this house, you are the slave Brandon. That is the only way you can be in this house. Keep in mind, however, that I am not suggesting you move in with me. That would be far too much for either of us at this point. You have your life to lead as a college freshmen and you need to life that life because it has a lot of good things to offer and it is not time for you to turn your back on all that. I also have my life as a college junior preparing for a demanding internship next semester and I won't be able to devote a great deal of my time to you.
"Yes, if you are my slave, I will gradually begin to control and restrict you, to use your own words, even when you are not with me. As far as anything else is concerned, even though you told me you want that control, it has to be applied slowly. When you jerk off or look at bdsm porn, you might think you want to be totally subjugated, but I hope you can now understand that it cannot come crashing down upon your head as rapidly as you thought it would. Things must move slowly, and also sweetly if we are going to build together something that will last. That is also why I feel very strongly about recommending that you cut back on the porn and also on masturbation, because when we jerk off our imaginations easily get carried away. I am not interest in living in an imaginary world. I want reality. Last night with Andy, and this morning in the kitchen---that was a taste of reality.
"You are clearly not nearly ready it all the time and all at once. Nothing can keep moving as quickly as things have been the past week, no matter how much you thought that is what you wanted. Things must slow down, more for your sake than mine, but I am a patient man and I am willing to move slowly. I think that ultimately you are worth the effort and any sacrifices that I might have to make. You see, boy, we both make sacrifices. Being a Master is a tremendous responsibility.
"The slave has it much easier. All it has to do is obey, but obedience isn't always easy and as a slave, punishment at the whipping post or by any other means is part of its life. It is my job to make sure it is done at a level a slave can handle. You saw some of the implements that are in my dungeon. I didn't use any of them on you. When I whipped you last night, I made something special to use on you, something suited for a beginner boy. But it is called punishment for a reason. Punishment hurts.
"Yes, Master, I understand that. It did hurt. A lot. But it was like a dream come true for me and it really turned me on. It's a lot of the other things that were harder to take."
"I understand. But no matter who you are with, no matter who you might think you want to submit to, as a sub or as a slave, you do not get to call all the shots. You can find a lot of softer Doms perhaps. But I am not like that and now you know. I am willing to move more slowly, but I will not compromise the things I believe are important because ultimately, you would always be disappointed and unsatisfied. That is the way I read you, Brandon. So you need to think carefully about what I am telling you, because you have to make a choice. And by all means, if you think you have to, play around with other Doms or Masters. Find out for yourself. And then make your choice. I will be very happy to welcome you back. If this is what you decide you want.
"I, I . . . I think I need some time, Sir."
"You can have all the time you need, boy. I have made my decision. Now you have to make yours. Stand up, please."
Brandon stands up and reaches for Justin's cock. "May I suck your cock again before I leave, Sir?" "My cock is for a slave. Not for a horny boy who thinks he can have it his own way." Then Justin takes the key out of his pocket and unlocks the cage the boy has been wearing.
Justin kisses the boy on the forehead. "Go inside and pick up your things. Bring them upstairs. Your clothing is by the front door of the house where you left it. Cover your nakedness, then drive back to campus and spend time with Michael. Consider your search for identity, for as long as you need to. I will send you an email restating all these things so you can set them clearly in your mind because our minds sometimes can't see clearly.
You may email me when you have something to say, no matter what it is. But understand this very clearly: you will not see me again or come to this house again until you have made your decision. The choice is yours, but know that only a slave is welcome here. Only a slave gets to sleep in My arms. And if the slave returns here, it can expect to pay a visit to my whipping post once again so it can understand what it is becoming, and after it receives the lashes that define it, it will be caged and embraced, and I will then be able to guide it and it will be subject to its Master."
"Go now, sweet boy. I will look forward to hearing from you. And I will keep that little whip and the cage waiting for you if you decide to come back. I won't be in the mood to play with anyone else for a while." And with that, Justin leaves the boy standing alone. He goes into his bedroom and shuts the door.
With tears in his eyes, Brandon goes upstairs to get dressed and drive back to campus. At one point, he has to pull the car off the side of the road because he begins crying so hard he cannot see through his tears to drive safely. What he doesn't know is that Justin, too, has tears to shed alone in his room.