"The alex series" book 2: Sweet Subjugation
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Chapter 49. Supper, Boots, a bad dream
They bring their food to the table and greet those already there. Fred and Ritchy are both happy to see them and Fred remarks that he's happy to see brandon looking good but he's concerned about Michael who is clearly not very happy at the moment.
"Boi problems, Fred. Just dealing with a wannabe Dom who keeps destroying any hope of everything working out."
"Oops, dude. Sorry. I'm in no position to help I guess. Just hope that things work out for you in the long run."
"Thanks, Fred. Really appreciate it."
"Same here," says Ritchy. "Happy you're getting what you need, though, brandon. You're the subject of many conversations around the dorm, guy, but I'm sure you know that."
"Yes, Ritchy, and that's the way Master wants it to be, so what makes Him happy makes me happy as well, even though it can be embarrassing at times. I'm used to it."
"I'd think embarrassment of all forms should be right up your alley, dude," Fred jokes with him.
brandon chuckles. "the proper term in our lifestyle is humiliation, but thanks, Fred."
Two women at the table are lost in conversation, so when Fred and Ritchy get up to leave, brandon and Michael feel free to have their own conversation.
"So what's up, Michael?"
"Absolutely nothing about Craig and that's perfectly fine. In fact, I have a date tomorrow night with someone who's a friend of Gregor's who doesn't live on campus."
"Interesting. Try to work it out to use our room instead of you going off campus. Much safer, especially since this guy is one of Gregor's friends."
"Good point. Thanks, brandon. Alan already made it a point to tell me that although he's a friend of Gregor's he's never gone to his club and isn't really interested in things that heavy. Says he just wants to be with a nice submissive guy he can enjoy without having to be a bully. So there's hope."
"Hmmm. Wonder how he'll react if you ask him to meet here in your room."
"My bet is he'll be fine with it. He was already coming to campus anyway to pick me up. Said he didn't want me walking the streets off campus alone at night."
"Another good point. Protective and also somewhat assertive, deciding what he wants and doesn't want you to be doing."
"Damn, brandon, you're such a sub. Nothing slips by you!"
"Well, if it looks like a duck . . "
"I told him what happened to me with Craig and he was completely understanding. He liked what I said about consensual. `Sane, safe, consensual,' he repeated to me. And by the way, he's hot as well. Nordic look, blond hair, brown eyes, athletic. The kind of guy I'd do almost anything for if he asks nicely."
"Good for you. Will keep my fingers crossed if I have use of my fingers tonight," comments brandon. "so what's the story with the other guy?"
"Craig? Everything was fine at his friend's house. Made me get naked and blow his friend while he watched. Hot enough, but then his friend wanted to watch something on Netflix so Craig took me into the garage which was fine, a little heated. I agreed He could tie me on the table as long as He didn't get rough with me while I was tied up and He agreed. After He tied me down he started to kiss and lick me everywhere. Nice surprise, I really got into it. Wasn't too happy when He caged me, but figured I could handle it for a while. Besides, He left the keys right there on the table. But then He said He wanted to see the end of the movie His friend was watching and He just left me there and went back inside. I fell asleep for a while and when I woke up it was in the middle of the night. No lights on. I keep shouting for someone but no one came. He just fucking left me tied up there all night by myself. I acted real subbie when He finally came in to untie me but let Him have it once I was here and getting out of the car. That does it."
"Can't say I really blame you after something like that."
"He emailed me and claims He and His friend both fell asleep on the couch and didn't wake up until morning and He came right in to get me, but I'm not buying it. There's no reason they wouldn't have heard me shouting. Besides, I think He has a thing for that friend of His. I wouldn't be surprised if they weren't getting it on upstairs while I was tied to the table downstairs."
"Wow. More red flags. Well I hope you have a much better time tomorrow, buddy. By the way, that GI I told you about is stopping by in a little while. Master wants me to shine his military boots for Him."
"I won't be back until later. Have a study group then I'm going to have a couple drinks with some dude upstairs. Would invite you but I know you can't . . "
"Right. Restricted slave."
"And you love it, dude."
"Got that right!"
"See you later, brandon. Get those boots shining!"
"Sure hope so. Never got to tell you how Professor Keaton punished me today."
"Really? Will have to save that for later. I'll try not to get back too late."
They go their separate ways.
Brandon gets to his room, strips and starts reading for class until Ron knocks on the door. Brandon answers it and notices how hot Ron looks in a tight t-shirt and fatigues and those black boots. He's carrying a few things in a leather bag. Perfect.
"Let's get right to it, brandon. Get down on the floor and I'll sit over here (in b's desk chair.) brandon kneels before him and right away, Ron raises His boot to connect with brandon's balls and brandon doubles over. "Kiss those boots while you're down there. Get them wet all over, boy."
Still holding his tummy, brandon does what the Sgt told him to do.
"Ah, did I hurt you too much?" He asks.
"not for this slave to say, Sir, but You can see how it reacted."
"good point. I don't want you doubled over all night or you'll never get finished. I'll kick you a little more gently if I want, slave."
brandon doesn't answer because He's licking the sgt's boots and the smell is driving him deeply into sub space. He needs to let Master know what that smell does to him.
"That's it, boi, worship a real Man's boots."
This is the beginning of a long time taking care of the Sgt.'s boot. Since this author has no idea what it takes to have to make a soldier's boots shine so he can see his face in them, it's going to ignore the work the slave does for Ron, and only write about what He has to say.
Ron tells brandon that he was speaking with one of the guys He's going on the training with and the friend asked him what he was doing about sex being stuck on a campus with all these girls who are so much younger, and Ron told him about this gay cocksucker who serviced him recently. Told him it was the best bj he's ever had. The friend was very interested. Wants some of that action for himself. Ron told brandon He was going to speak to Justin about having the slave service the both of them when His friend is over for a few drinks. Brandon realized how the Sgt just goes right to the "Superior Officer" to make arrangements for the "grunt" to be put to work. He mentions it to Sgt, who gives him another good swift kick making him double over again. "Don't forget your fucking place, slave. You were completely out of line saying something like that to a "Superior Officer" as you put it. Listen, kid, I might be straight and I might not have an bdsm experience or interest for the most part, but I definitely see you as a slave and intend to take full advantage of what you are, with your Master's consent, of course. But this doesn't have anything to do with you. I will describe the situation to your Master and He will decide what goes down. The fact that it will be you going down has nothing to do with it. You'll do what He tells you. That's all. Now get back down on those boots or we'll be here all fucking night."
That pops brandon right into place and the slave realizes that it was beginning to want the sgt to be a friend and that isn't possible. he bows to himself never to make that mistake again about anyone he's ever ordered to serve in any way. His mind sinks him into a more humble place and that is the way he stays for the rest of the night. And once the boots are done, the sgt does demand a bj, nice and wet and deep and fast, and so the slave works the soldier's dick like it deserves to be worked by an inferior boi cocksucker. After the sgt unloads down the slave's throat and makes it clean Him up and put His dick away, the sgt delivers a series of kicks, one after the other until the slave is crying out. One final kick send the slave doubled over and weeping. The sgt sits back and watches. And discovers that He enjoys the sight of this humbled beaten slave on the floor in tears. Does this mean He's becoming a Dom? A Dom for guys? Stranger things have happened. He plans to talk about this with his buddy over the weekend.
Once brandon has calmed down, the sgt helps him stand, uses one of the rags used to take care of His boots to dry the tears and snot off the slave's face, messes up its hair, tells it to behave, and takes off for the night. As ordered, the slave goes directly to "bed.
Sometime during the evening brandon dreams he's in chains at a slave market and soldiers and other men are walking by checking what's being offered. He's handled pretty roughly by a number of Asian businessmen who take delight in torturing his nipples and his cock and balls (he isn't caged). An American soldier comes by and takes an interest in him and starts to pull his balls down as far as they can go and then punches them but the slave can't bend over in response to the pain because it is chained in place and pretty immovable. One of the business men comes over and tells the soldier He has just purchased this boi and the soldier helps him remove the chains. The man locks its dick up in a very small cage and it hurts. After this, once the slave is standing upright and unbound, the man gestures to the soldier and smiles, and the soldier proceeds to punch the slave in its balls repeatedly until it falls to the ground sobbing. And that's when Michael comes over and wakes brandon up, helps him up off the floor and holds him because he was having an awful nightmare. The two of them cling to each other and end up sleeping together, balls to balls, in brandon's bed.
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When the clock goes off, brandon quickly gets out of bed and Michael wakes up at the same time, gives Brandon a kiss on the cheek and shuffles off to his own bed to complete his night's sleep. As ordered, brandon goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and takes a cold shower which he hates and makes it as quickly as possible, mainly washing his armpits, butt and cage. Cold and shivering he makes his way back to the room and, still dripping wet sits to send the required email to his Master.
Dear Master Justin,
Your slave confesses feeling resentful and even angry at having to take a cold shower and will call RED on that in the future. Master, yesterday was just a bad day. Slipped up twice, once in Professor Keaton's class, for which Your slave was punished to the point of tears and apologies, and then again upbraided by Sgt. Ron after making a casual remark that a truly humble slave wouldn't even think of making. Sgt. Ron punished this slave with a great many painful kicks to its balls, and when the Sgt left its apartment, once again the slave was on the floor in tears and wanting to beat itself up for stupidly stepping so far out of role, even though the Sgt never ever presented Himself as a Dom or Master. Apparently now, after witnessing the slave's reaction and watching it suffer on the ground in tears, the Sgt thinks He might very well acquire a taste for being a Dom to faggots.
The slave went to sleep as You ordered, Master, but in the middle of the night had a horrible nightmare and Michael came to it and woke it up because it was sobbing and held it in his arms and we ended up in bed together, balls to balls, finishing out the night's sleep. The dream was about being bound in a slave market and tortured by Asian businessmen and soldiers and having its nipples and balls hurt, then being bought by one of the Asians who ordered it unbound and then invited one of the soldiers to haul off and punch this slave several times again in the falls until the slave fell to the ground sobbing. And then is when Michael came to its rescue. He's a good friend.
Master Your slave hopes so much that this day will be better once it is again with You, even if its lot is for pain and other humiliations in Your presence. And Your slave hopes and prays that it will never have to endure being inspected and offered for sale to complete strangers with enough money to purchase it and do with it as they wish.
Please don't give up on this slave, Master. Please never put it up for sale. It would die inside if that were to happen and end up serving any other Master like a mindless zombie with no heart or soul left.