"The alex series" book 2: Sweet Subjugation
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Chapter 73. Surprise! Gary's here! Justin rules His slave.
Brandon is grateful that his Master brought out a large pillow for the boi to sit on in the car. "Your slave is so very sore, Master, more sore than ever before," the slave says while struggling to get seated. Once Justin starts the car, brandon takes His hand and starts to suck each of His fingers, one by one, and Justin watches him, pleased at this sign that the boi is grateful for the "special attention" it was given.
"That thrashing was meant to prove to you that even though there are times when you feel you must challenge Me, and even when I admit you are correct, you are still My slave and you are still vulnerable and exposed to My discipline the way I feel it necessary to enforce on you. And I realize that you would love to slip deeply into sub space now, but let the pain you feel serve to keep waking you up. Because I'm warning you right now, boi, that if I see you walking around the house all spacey the way you were this afternoon, I'm simply going to tell everyone that you're not feeling well and need to be put to bed. And then I'll bring you back into your old room, strip off your clothing, swat your ass a few more times and tuck you in to sleep until it's time to bring you back home. Do you understand what I am telling you, brandon?"
"yes, Master. Your slave is sorry for causing You concern and it promises to behave itself and not embarrass You."
"Good boi. Keep in mind that even though Barry understands about what's going on between us, your mother does not, and the thought that any one, Myself included, could do anything to cause her little boy any pain would have her very upset. This is not the time for that kind of drama. So make sure she has no idea that anything is going on. God it?"
"got it, Justin. No more Sir or Master until we leave to come back to the hotel."
"Good boi." Justin reaches out to run His fingers through the boi's hair and then lightly slaps it across the face. "Direct me to a florist. I want to get some flowers to give to Mom."
brandon does so. Justin parks the car and hands brandon a credit card. "Go inside and have the make up a special bouquet with Mom's favorite flowers. And notice that your name is on the card so you can sign it without a problem if they need a signature. The PIN number is XXXX. Of course, I'll be keeping the card, not you."
More agony as brandon gets out of the car. Going to get the flowers helps keep him present to the real world. Justin figured this would help. When he gets back to the car, he opens the door and hands the bouquet to Justin so he can concentrate on getting his sore body into the car again. Justin hands him back the flowers and compliments his choice.
As they continue to the house, Justin changes the subject. "I'm really looking forward to what we'll be doing tomorrow, helping to bring some good cheer to a lot of people who have very little cheer in their lives. So much better than just stuffing ourselves silly. Besides, it will be good for you to be providing service for others that isn't sexual, and I fully expect that you will give some thought to the fact that you are acting as a servant tomorrow in My name. Prepare yourself to get into that mind-set. It will do you some good and distract you from getting all spaced out as if you're stoned tonight."
brandon giggles. Stoned on getting thrashed! Stoned on being owned. Stoned on being put out to slave labor in public. Too bad I can't work naked tomorrow, Justin. That would make things perfect!"
"I'll tell you what. I'll see if Professor Keaton would host a dinner some time soon for Dom friends of His and you and henry can serve it naked at the dinner. That would be fun."
"More fun than that gathering last week," brandon adds.
"Definitely. It's just not good to have too many subs present for a discussion. That should be done only in private between the Dom and the individual sub or only between the Doms with the slaves locked up somewhere. Like I said, we're not going to any more of those meetings. This is where I make the right turn?"
"Yes, it is. Then the next left." They get to the house. brandon struggles to get out of the car. Barry comes to greet them and takes a careful look at brandon. "Doing okay, kid?"
"Doing fine, Barry. All fixed up thanks to Justin." As they make their way to the front door, Barry puts his arm around brandon and whispers to him, "Try not to walk as if you'd just been spanked." brandon turns bright red. "Damn. Now my face is as red as my ass!" he says, and Barry chuckles. "You'll have to tell me what you did to earn that spanking when we get a chance," says Barry. "I told Justin He was making assumptions that weren't true. He agreed, so I won that discussion. But . . . "
"Ha!" laughs Barry. "I remember something my brother Kurt said to me once: `the slave is always at fault. Even when it's not."
"I just hope this isn't a `sit-down' dinner," brandon adds and once again Barry chuckles. "come on. Walk behind me into the kitchen so Mom doesn't see you walk in. But after that, you're on your own, kid."
brandon giggles. "so is kid' one of the names you've chosen to replace boy'?" Barry goes to swat him on the behind but then remembers that probably isn't a good idea given the boi's condition.
It doesn't take long before brandon is in his mother's arms and she's looking over his shoulder and thanking Justin for the beautiful flowers.
"brandon picked them out," Justin says.
"Aha. So that's why all my favorites are in it. Good thinking, Justin."
"What is this?" brandon thinks to himself. "He gets all the credit. I guess I'm just chopped liver! Even Mom sees Justin as superior to me."
Mom tells Justin and Barry to go inside while brandon can help her bring the goodies out to the table. Just heavy hors-d'oeuvres tonight. Just as they're doing that, the bell rings. "Oh brandon, sweetheart, would you go and get that for me?" Mom asks. So brandon goes. And when he opens the door, he gets the shock of his life! It's Gary!
"Hey, nice shirt," Gary says. "Makes you look like a little boy!"
"Gary!!!!! brandon gives him a big hug. "Justin bought it for me," he explains. "I thought you weren't coming home for Thanksgiving."
"I just wanted you to think that so I could surprise you, little buddy. So where's this awesome Justin you've told me so much about?"
brandon turns around only to find that Justin was walking to the door, knowing it would be Gary at the door.
"Oh, here you are! Justin, this is my friend Gary. Gary, Justin." Justin doesn't put out His hand but simply nods to Gary, getting a message across as Gary was about to extend his own arm. "I've heard a lot about you," He says, "a lot indeed. And I have to thank you for something." He looks behind him but Mom and Gary are still in the kitchen. In a quieter voice, He says, "I want to thank you for letting brandon use your cock so he could learn how to give head. Saved me a lot of trouble." Gary is shocked. Doesn't know what to say. brandon blushes again.
Gary recovers himself. "It was hard work, but someone had to do it. I didn't mind at all. In fact, I rather enjoyed it," and he leers at brandon. "Getting a lot of action up at school, but let's face it: girls just can't do it as well as fags." Justin decides not to say anything at the point. brandon escapes by bringing Gary in to see Mom.
"Ms Sheila, it's good to see you. How are things?" And Gary gets into a conversation with her as she introduces Barry and Gary to each other.
Justin brings brandon into the living room. "You knew he was coming, didn't you?" brandon asks him.
"We all did, pup. Wanted to surprise you. Besides, I figured it would really make you want to behave in front of him. Or should I send you upstairs with him so you could show him you ass?"
"You know You could do that," brandon says, leaving off the `Sir'. "Of course I know," replies Justin, "and maybe I'll consider it later on. We'll see. And besides, I want to see you room. Remember?"
"I showed it to you last time." Justin looks sternly at him. "I want to see your room," He says again, emphasizing each word so brandon gets the point." He brings Justin up to his room. Justin closes the door and takes brandon into His arms and kisses the daylights out of him then uses His handkerchief to wipe the boi's lips. "That was just to ground you again. I wasn't sure what it would do to you to see him again."
"We talk all the time, so it's not like we've been away from each other," explains brandon. "Besides, I belong to You. That overrules everything, even the guy I used to have a huge crush on. Besides, I had him. It was okay at the time but now, kind of um. . . . "
"Hold that thought. don't try to put a name on it. It's all in the past now. Don't let it fuck up your head."
"Yes, Sir. Had to say it."
"You want to say Master, don't you?"
"Yes, Master."
Justin swats him, not too hard. "Let's go downstairs. Using that word grounds you better than getting kissed."
"Right now, yes. Needed to say it."
"Good. I'm pleased you know what you are." And Justin opens the door and guess what? Gary is standing there.
"Were you listening in?" Justin asks him bluntly with a threatening look on His face.
"No, just got here. Why? What's been going on?"
"Just keeping in good communication. So what can we do for you?" Justin asks, a little softer.
Gary looks at brandon but brandon is looking only at Justin. "Well, you know, as long as we're here in private, I was wondering when there would be time for brandon to take care of me, just for old times sake. Figured, I would probably have to ask you from what bran's been telling me."
"That's right. Good thinking. And I often like for My boy to be servicing cocks as much as possible, but in your case, that's not going to happen. You had enough of him. He's Mine now. It would be better to leave "old times sake" back there in old times. Nothing from My boy anymore for you. That's the way it will be. I've considered it, even considered watching the slave do it, but decided against it. What used to happen won't happen again. That is My decision and as much as I suspect brandon would love to have your cock down his throat and be drinking your cum again, it's out of the question."
"Oh man, I didn't expect for that to happen! Damn!" and he walks out of the room and goes back downstairs.
brandon smiles at Justin. "You have no idea how good it felt to hear You say that, and the way You said it. Amazing. Thank You."
"I told you once before, boi. I'm your Master everywhere. And I had two reasons for My decision."
"is Your boy allowed to know what they are—and I like that You didn't use my name."
"My boy is allowed. First: to protect you from possibly getting your head messed up if you did that. And Second: to teach Gary that I'm your Master everywhere.
"Wow. Well, I'm glad he's getting action somewhere else so he's not desperate.
Now he knows. And I'll tell you something else, I bet the last blow job that kid ever got was from you, boi. He looks kind of desperate. He's not getting anything up there. He still can't figure out what he is or have the balls to admit it."
"Wow times five! Really? Oh, my! The poor kid!"
"Poor kid, my ass! He was probably getting more satisfaction than most of the guys in your senior class. Without having to do anything else in return except talk dirty a little. He had it made. Pretending to be straight but do his fag friend a favor and let him have his cock. What a fucking crock of bullshit."
They go downstairs and Gary is inside talking to brandon's mother. brandon goes to Barry and says, "I've got to tell you something. Sometimes Justin is brilliant!"
"I'd love to know what the back story on that remark is," says Barry, laughing.
"Just finding creative ways to set some things right," says Justin and brandon does the "my hero" look at Him which Barry finds adorable. Justin winks a brandon and says, "Barry and I need to talk. Go see your mother," and brandon goes into the kitchen.
"Let's just say that Gary now has a good sense of just how much has changed in brandon's life since he's been at the U."
"Sheila told me some things about their friendship and I think I read between the lines. But obviously things have changed and the past won't be repeated."
"Precisely." Justin and Barry high-five each other.
brandon comes back into the room looking upset. "Speak to me," Justin says.
"Gary left. He said good-bye to Mom and left. He just left."
Barry decides to leave the boi alone with Justin and goes into the kitchen.
Justin tries to console His slave. "He came here expecting something which wasn't going to happen. I think that might have been the only reason he was here, but just give him a little bit of time to let things settle in with him. Let's go upstairs for a bit so I can talk to you privately."
They go back to brandon's room.
"Kneel!" Justin commands. brandon kneels and looks up at him. "I'd rather have sat you down to have a talk with you but I know you're sore so we'll do it this way."
brandon has tears in his eyes. Justin speaks to him very gently. "See if you can explain why you are so upset that Gary left."
"Because I thought . . . I thought it would be fun for us to be together after being away for over two months, but . . . "
"but what, baby?"
"Oh damn. I hate what I'm thinking right now."
"Tell me what it is, brandon. What are you thinking? Don't hold it back from Me. Tell me, sweet boi."
"I'm thinking that the only reason he came here tonight was because he was expecting to get a blow job. . . . and, You . . . cut him off, so . . . "
"Do you regret that I cut him off?"
"No, Sir, no. You own me. It was Your decision completely, no matter what I might have wanted."
"And what did you want, baby?"
"Honest truth, Sir. Mixed emotions. I enjoyed servicing Him, but things are very different now and I suspect it would have been a letdown if You made Your slave suck Him again. But only for the humiliation, not because his dick was anything special. Your slave was hoping You would do what You did."
"And so he wasn't going to get what he was expecting to get, and that was the only reason he was here. Not to see you. Not to spend time with you. Not to meet the man you fell in love with. He was here to use your mouth. Period."
"I . . . I guess so. I was nothing but his cumdump."
"It really looks that way boi, but let's not jump to conclusions just yet. Give him some time. Hopefully he will realize that you mean much more to him than just a hole to fuck. Maybe."
There's a light knock on the door and Justin opens it. Barry stands there and sees brandon kneeling on the floor. He looks to Justin.
"The only reason he's kneeling is because he's too sore to sit down, if you get My meaning. But stand up now, brandon. Come let Me give you a hug." He reaches out a hand and helps the boi stand up and he falls into Justin's arms and starts crying onto His shoulder.
Barry takes a step closer and rubs brandon's back. "I'm sorry things turned out this way, son, and I suspect it hurts a lot, but I don't think you wanted to keep paying the price you were praying for keeping him around."
brandon stops crying and lifts his head to look at Barry. "You called me `son.'
"Was it too soon?"
"No, no, no. It means a whole lot to me, Barry. I'm sorry for all the drama."
"Nothing to be sorry for, son. Sometimes life teaches us lessons that hurt for a while, but peace will come. And look Who's holding you right now. Someone so much better than all that."
"And baby, maybe he'll come around after getting over his disappointment. I hope he does. But we'll just have to wait and see."
"When we get home tonight, is it okay if I call Michael?"
"of course, boi, of course. But let's go downstairs. We're leaving Mom alone and that's not polite."
They come downstairs and Mom is just sitting there waiting for them.
"Did you two big men take care of my little boy?" she asks, taking out a tissue to wipe brandon's eyes.
"It's all part of growing pains, Sheila," Barry says to her. "He'll be fine."
"I know, dear. As long as he's with Justin, I don't have to worry. And brandon, just remember that you have so many people who love you, just for you, not for what they can get out of you."
When she says that, brandon looks at Justin.
"That goes for Me too, boi," Justin says with a wink.
"You're right, brandon. He is brilliant! Always take his advice."
"as if I had a choice," brandon says, wistfully.
"Um . . . Would you like Me to show Barry how red your ass is, brandon?"
"I'm sorry. thank you, Barry, I'll definitely take his advice. Always."
Barry laughs. "It is so much fun watching you two! It reminds me of being with Kurt. Can't wait until all you guys get to meet."
"Mom calls from the kitchen. Enough talk. Come on, boys, there are some good things to eat waiting for you." And Mom gets the party back off the ground.
Not much more to report after that, but on the drive home . . .
"You sure Gary will be okay?" brandon asks.
"I don't know, brandon. As much as it would have been hot to watch you sucking your old friend's dick while I watched your humiliation, I decided against it and that was that. I did what I think was best for you. Let's see what the rest of the weekend brings. Oh, and from here on in, we're back to normal now. No more questions. Silence until we get ready to sleep."
"Yes, Sir. Yes, Master."
"Early to bed tonight, boi. You've got some slave labor to do tomorrow and I want you well-rested so I don't get any complaints about you and have to whip you right there in front of everybody." Of course, Justin is teasing, but He knows how much that kind of talk helps brandon's mood a lot.
brandon moans and smiles, and that takes care of that.
When they get home, Justin takes off His clothes while brandon strips down as usual.
Justin goes to jump in the shower but doesn't invite brandon, so the slave grovels on the floor by the side of the bed as it's been trained to do when not needed for anything else. The slave never resents this at all; it is a comfortable position by now and it helps the slave slip down into sub space, ready to obey any command that may be given.
Justin comes back from the bathroom and stands by the slave's head and nuzzles it with His foot; the slave begins sucking its Master's feet, always happy to do this when the scent of the honey-flavored soap is fresh on His body.
"That's it, slave, put your tongue and your mouth to good use. Let Me get up on the bed and you can continue servicing Me like a good pig."
Justin gets on the bed and, kneeling, offers His ass to the slave and it quickly begins to lick the Master's crack and then get its tongue into the Master's hole. "That's it, slave, eat your Master like a good faggot pig." Once He's satisfied enough, He flips Himself over and lies on His back with His legs spread. "Kiss and lick from My ankles right up to My balls, left leg then the right one. Lots of tongue action, slave, lots of wet loving."
brandon loves doing this, especially because it gives the slave a chance to get a close-up view of all the Master's red hair from His legs up to His crotch. Finally, the slave's mouth is buried in the space behind the Master's balls and it teases that area with its tongue and enjoys hearing the Master's breath get heavy because then it knows it's doing a good job.
"Okay, faggot. Long licks up My cock; lap up the pre-cum; give your Master the best blow job you can, faggot." While the slave blows its Master, Justin strokes its back with His rawhide laces and the slave sucks more intensely when it feels the sting of the lashing; just a sting, not more than that. just enough to get the slave intensify its efforts to please the Master.
"There is something so fucking hot having a faggot service My dick while its own dick is locked up and it is denied the same pleasure it is giving its Master. Yeah, baby, let Me feel your love as you hold Me in your mouth."
Finally, Justin shoots His load; the slave cleans Him off and then holds the tip in its mouth as it has been instructed, waiting for the Master's decision about pissing in its mouth. "Hold it there and do not move; get your tongue out of the way, pig."
This is the night: Slowly, brandon fills His slave's mouth with His piss. This is the very first time. "Do not swallow any of it until I tell you, slave. Hold it in your mouth. Taste your Master's piss." Tears begin to fall down the slave's cheeks as it surrenders to this next step in its subjugation, knowing this was coming and yet a bit surprised that the Master has chosen this night of all nights to give it its first mouthful of piss, this night when the slave suffered such disappointment from the one it had been servicing for two years prior to coming to the U. Why think this now? brandon holds his Master's piss in his mouth, knowing he will swallow it for the first time and the Master has decided to break him down further tonight. "Okay, slave, swallow My piss. Become My pig. Feel and taste My rule over you."
brandon swallows and almost retches, but manages to get it down, then open his mouth and sighs. Justin strokes the back of His slave's head. "Good boi. Good slave. Consider what you're becoming, brandon. My piss pig. Lick Me clean, especially My piss slit. Make sure you've drained your Master all the way dry." brandon obeys, and his tears fall into the Master's pubes as it rests its head there.
"Okay. Brush. Mouthwash. Then crawl back here and beg Me to let you sleep with Me. Beg good."
brandon slides off the bed and crawls into the bathroom, realizing that as Justin's slave, it is worthy of nothing other than what Justin allows. He stands to brush and rinse, then slides back down and feeling more like a subjugated slave than ever before, with its head lowered as far as possible it crawls back to the bed and raises its head slightly and speaks. "Master, this slave is worthy of nothing, but still it begs You to allow it to lie with You while it has Your piss in its belly. Feel it lying with You, Master. Touch its belly which holds Your piss. Accept the deep submission of this slave whose only claim to fame is that it loves You and would do anything for You. Please Master, please let this slave lie with You, this slave You own body and heart and mind and soul, this slave whom You have honored with everything that comes from Your body by means of Your awesome cock."
"Come," says Justin, the only word. And the slave moves up onto the bed and nestles its head in its Master's armpit, and Justin holds it tenderly. "What I give you, boi, is more precious than anything and anyone you have ever had in your past. If My words tonight have caused you to lose the friend you used to have, so be it. I have taken you away from that past and now I create your present and your future, and because of that, you willingly drink My piss which seals your fate and transforms you into a being whose only purpose in life is to please Me. I cut your ties to the past, boi. That is My right because I own you and you have nothing other than what I chose to allow you to have. Never forget that. Now kiss Me and show Me your devotion."
brandon obeys his Master and takes into himself all the Master's words and all the Master's demands.