THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 32. Brandon's Monday
When Brandon got home after his session serving the "bully", he relaxes for a change and reads a novel that he's been wanting to read for a while. It's called Fettered by Lyn Gala, and it is one of the best BDSM stories he's ever read.
He turns in early and so is well rested when the clock goes off at 7 am. He takes a shower and then goes upstairs to fix his breakfast. Michael comes in look a little worse for wear. "My goodness, Mikey, what happened to you?"
"Well, you know that man named Martin who hired me?"
"Yes, sure. He knows your scene, correct?"
"Absolutely. Well he offered to take me out to supper and since I didn't have anything else planned, I accepted. But he had a big surprise for me. It turns out he is a gay Dom, and very demanding at that. And so let's just say that I got a lot more than just supper last night. My ass is as red as yours gets sometimes. Look."
He turns to Brandon and Brandon says, "Congratulations! How nice for you."
"Well it was a lot less nice than nice, dude. When he took me to his townhouse after dinner and had me strip for inspection, the first thing that happened was he ordered me to lie on his bed and jerk off then eat my cum."
"Right at the beginning?"
"Yup. Said he wanted to see what the quality of my submission would be after I shot my load, kind of a test as to just how much of a sub I really was. So as soon as I got cleaned up, he made me crawl over his knee and he spanked the daylights out of me. I forced myself to submit but man, it sure did hurt!"
"Just like that? That's really pretty sadistic."
"you're not kidding. Now mind you, this guy is one of my bosses at work. He claims that we will keep work and play separated but I'm really embarrassed to be facing him this morning. Especially after the way he humiliated and used me last night. It was one of the toughest scenes I've ever had."
"Well, baby, just trust him. If he said the two are separate, just assume that is the case. Don't lower your eyes or look subservient in front of him at work today. Act as if nothing happened. See if he goes along with it. Then you'll know whether or not he spoke the truth."
"Good point."
"So tell me: are you looking forward to any repeat scenes with this man?"
"Really not sure, Brandon. I mean, I was surprised at how much it turned me on to be handled that way, but to tell the truth, I think I prefer being with Oscar."
"Wow. That says a lot."
"I know. I don't think I'm as much of a humiliation junkie the way you are, dude."
"To each his own. How did Martin leave things?"
"He didn't say. After I swallowed his cum, he threw me to the floor, kicked me in the balls and told me to stay naked and his chauffeur would drive me home. He told the chauffeur he could use me too, but fortunately the guy wasn't in the mood. So anyway, I came in here carrying my clothes and just passed out on the bed, totally wiped out. Didn't even take a shower."
"Poor baby. You do look a little ragged this morning, I must say." At that point, his phone signals a text and when Michael reads it, it says, "You are not due to be here until 1 pm today. Rest up this morning. M."
He shows the text to Brandon. "Well, at least he's considerate."
"Well, I'm going back to bed, B. Talk to you tonight maybe."
"Get a good rest, honey."
Brandon is still hungry and would like to eat something else. He texts the Masters: "Am I allowed to eat anything in addition to the special cereal if I'm still hungry in the morning?" An answer comes back quickly: "No meat." So he makes himself a couple scrambled eggs, adds some cheese to the mixture and sits down to eat it up with a smile on his face.
As usual, Brandon is naked when he logs on to work. Kelton is there to meet him. "How was your evening with Brady, boy?"
"A bit bizarre, Sir. But mostly fun."
"Should we cross him off the list or would you be willing to return to him at a later date?"
"Please keep him on the list, Sir."
"Done. As for your tasks today, I've already emailed the files. There are four. All are prompted. We're content that you can continue to work this way and it is certainly a better use of your talents, slave."
"Yes, Master. thank you for the note of confidence."
"Well deserved. I will be by sometime around noon. I'll bring lunch and I want to fuck you, before we eat, boy. I haven't had that opportunity yet and I'm looking forward to it. Please make sure you've opened yourself up and well lubed because I want to get right in there and enjoy that ass. I'll text you when I leave here to give you time to prepare."
"Yes, Master."
"And apparently there is nothing planned for this evening. Correct?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Nurse Archy will be by at 7 to look you over. We'll be sending him periodically. I'm sure he'll probably make sure your cocksucking throat gets a lot of use as well."
"yes, Master. Will look forward to Archy's visit."
"that's all for now. I'll text you when I leave here."
"Yes, Master. Will be ready when you get here."
"Leave the door unlocked. Fold yourself over on the bed with that ass sticking out all ready and waiting for my cock."
"Will do, Master."
And that takes care of that. Brandon texts Michael to let him know about his afternoon "activities" so he isn't surprised if he sees Kelton when he comes downstairs.
The morning goes by pleasantly. Brandon has some nice music playing while he works. Around 11:30, Kelton's text arrives. Brandon goes into the bathroom, cleans himself out and uses a dildo to open his butt and lube himself. As soon as he hears the door open upstairs, he gets on the bed in the position Kelton ordered him to take.
Kelton comes down the stairs and enjoys this sight of Brandon in position, ready for his cock.
Kelton drops his pants and quickly gets himself hard, walks up behind Brandon and once in position, rams himself into the slave's body. Brandon groans, mostly with pleasure as Kelton proceeds to fuck him. "Sometimes, slave, you are nothing but a hole for men to enjoy," he says as he takes his time giving Brandon a good fucking. Long slow strokes and a slap here and there, until finally Kelton empties himself into Brandon and then shoves a butt plug in place so Brandon doesn't leak during lunch.
"Get something to clean me off, slave, and then we'll have our lunch."
Brandon goes inside to get what's needed and then gently cleanses Kelton's cock from the lube and cum which is still on it. Kelton puts himself away and tells Brandon to meet him upstairs in the kitchen after putting the washcloth and towel away.
As they're having their lunch, Kelton lets Brandon know that he intends to come by more often for a simply uncomplicated piece of ass. Brandon, feeling very submissive after being used the way he was thanks Kelton for making use of him and promises to look forward to additional visits in the future. "Have something handy that you can use to clean me off afterwards instead of wasting time going to fetch it. Sometimes I'll be in a hurry and only have time for a quick fuck with you, slut. "Yes Master," says Brandon
They speak a bit about the work that Brandon's doing. Kelton reminds him that his poetry course begins this Wednesday at 8 am and makes sure he knows how to get to campus. "We haven't given any personal details about how or what you are, slave, but it is inevitable that you may meet someone who has seen you around or perhaps even has made use of you. As always, we expect you to act like a submissive slut and, shall we say, make use of any opportunity to practice your skills if someone there expresses an interest. The professor is a woman, so there won't be any complications there. The first book you'll be required to read is "Letters to a Young Poet" by Rilke."
"I read that in high school on my own," says Brandon. "It will be nice to take a fresh look at it."
"As always, we expect you to do excellent work. And, by the way, we've decided that then next time we feel you deserve to be punished, we'll bring you to that fellow who contacted you on gsm about whipping you with a single tail. Something to look forward to," he says, with a sardonic smile. "And don't worry: one of us will accompany you there so we can determine when you've been suitably punished. But if you want my advice, I think it best you not try to provoke anything."
"Don't worry, Master, as much as I'm a painpig, I'm not a fan of punishments. Not after my experience at the U."
Kelton leaves after that and Brandon tries to get some work before Michelle comes over, but his mind has been distracted by talk of punishment and by the time Michelle gets there, he's in a dour mood.
As soon as Michelle sits down with him she points out that she can see something is not okay and she invites him to talk about it.
"One of the Masters was here for lunch and while we had lunch he was telling me about plans they've made for the next time they feel I deserve to be punished. It kind of caught me by surprise, because I've not been in any kind of trouble lately so there isn't really any reason to talk about punishment, but the Master decided to bring it up for some reason. I've been kind of upset ever since and have found it hard to get any work done this afternoon. I'm surprised it bummed me out so much."
"I'm not, Brandon, just based on the few things you've told me about being punished by Justin when you were with him. Perhaps you should tell me the whole story. Maybe it will help you focus the feelings that are coming up right now."
"Well, just like everything else, it started out rather simple, but then things escalated over the course of the semester. At first it was only one or two lashes with that damn strap he had, but as time went on the number of lashes increased as well as the amount of times it happened."
"I'm surprised to hear that because my experience of you is that you've always tried to be a good sub and I can't imagine what you could have done to be punished so frequently."
"He just kept making things up, finding things that he decided were serious offences. In almost all cases I hadn't even realized that I'd done anything wrong. But he was always quick to point out how I had disappointed or angered him and how important it was in order to modify and form proper behavior on my part."
"For example?" "Well, the easiest excuse he could find was that I wasn't being enthusiastic enough about servicing him, either about sucking his toes or his cock or eating his ass. How could I defend myself against things like that. It was always subjective. I didn't realize it at the time but now I do. And not only that, but the whole ritual around it made it even more of an ordeal."
"you've never said much about that, Brandon. Do you feel comfortable telling me about it now?"
"I think so. The first thing was that he'd put me over that stool and bind my arms and legs and thighs tightly so I could barely move anything. And he's leave me bound there for a long time in the dark before he ever came in to punish me."
"That was part of the punishment. The anticipation."
"Exactly what he said. And then he would administer one lash and wait a long time afterwards, telling me that he wanted me to feel all the pain of the single lash before piling on another. And so it would proceed, slowly, excruciatingly slowly until the entire punishment was completed."
"That really served to multiply the amount of pain you were suffering."
"Yes. And, of course, afterwards, while I was usually crying and sobbing, he'd leave me alone there again for a long time before releasing me."
"And then what happened."
"Then I had to fall to the ground and crawl to him and lick his feet or suck his cock to show my gratitude for the punishment and to emphasize how much of a slave I was."
"All pretty horrible."
And they continued talking about these things until it was time for Michelle to leave. Brandon certainly felt a lot better after getting it all off his chest for once and for all.
Michael got home from his half-day's work and the two of them prepared supper together and had time to talk.
"So what happened at work? How was it when you came face to face with Martin?"
"it was just as you said it would be. Brandon, it was as if nothing ever really happened. What a relief!"
"I bet. Well, I hope it continues that way."
"I do too, and I suspect things will continue to be cool. After all, I don't know whether or not Martin is out at work himself. And as far as I can tell, all the other men there are straight. But, of course, I could be surprised. After all, I never would have guessed it about Martin."
"So what are you going to do if he wants to get together with you again?"
"I've been thinking about that. I think I'll just tell him I'm getting serious about someone else and don't want to be unfaithful to him."
"Oscar?"
"Yes. Oscar. And you know what's curious? I think that eventually Oscar could end up being every bit as much of a Master as Martin is, but in a way that I would find it so so nice."
"You're really sweet on him, aren't you, babe?"
"Yes. Totally." And his phone rings. And guess who it is?
(I love the way things like this can happen in fiction.)
Anyway, Michael tells Oscar that they're just in the process of preparing supper and he'd be most welcome if he could manage to come over soon. Besides, Brandon wants to meet him. Oscar says he'll be right over.
Needless to say, Michael is over the moon about this.
Only about 20 minutes later, the doorbell rings and Michael goes to greet Oscar, who is pleased because both the boys are naked. You too look adorable together, he says. I'd still like to see the both of you on all fours collared and leashed for me."
Brandon points out that the two of them never do anything sexual with each other. "Is that so?" asks Oscar. "Yes. We both think it could screw up a good thing." "Understandable," agrees Oscar. "So what I'll have to do is put this boy (he pats Michael on his ass) into a stress position while introducing you to the taste of my feet and my ass."
"It sounds like you read the story I sent you," says Michael.
"I did, and a couple other things as well. I had a good time doing some, um. . . research," he says, winking at Michael.
Food is ready and the three of them sit down to eat. Oscar grabs Michael's plate out from under him and says, "Why don't you be a good boy and go get a pillow and kneel beside me and I'll feed you your supper?" suggests Oscar, and Michael goes into the living room.
"I liked those scenes from the Chronicles and want to do the same thing myself. It will help this boy get ready for the evening's activities," says Oscar, who offers Michael a piece of his chicken tender when the boy is kneeling. Michael takes it from his hand and starts to chew. "Make sure you lick his fingers right away after taking something from them," Brandon advises, then to Oscar, he says, "I don't think Michael has ever had this experience before." Oscar smiles at him. "Well, there's always time for first things, and I've got a lot of them on my mind." Oscar is eating while feeding Michael at the same time and it is obvious that Michael is getting into the experience because he's hard as a rock. "Brandon, I supposed you've seen Michael's hard dick many times, no?" asks Oscar. "There's very little of each other that we haven't seen," he replies. "Have you even seen a hard dick as cute as his, knowing that it's not going to get any attention tonight?" Oscar asks, patting Michael on his cheek before giving him a piece of potato. "Right, boy?" he says to Michael forcibly. "Yes, Sir." "I made Mikey a promise that I'd let him cum the fifth time he's with me. This is only the third," Oscar explains to Brandon.
"That's pretty good. I was caged most of last semester and seldom ever got to cum except from getting fucked," Brandon tells him. "Maybe I'll make an exception in that case, because this boy is getting fucked for a nice long time tonight," promises Oscar, giving Michael the last piece of food from his plate.
They've all finished eating. Brandon stands up and begins to clear the plates off the table but Oscar holds on to Michael's. "He's not done with this one yet," he says. "Mikey, take your plate from me and put it on the floor. I want to watch you bow down and lick it clean before it goes in the dishwasher." Michael's eyes grow wide as he takes the plate and does as he was told. He's never done anything like this before and he tentatively sticks out a bit of tongue and lightly licks it." "Not good enough," says Oscar as he slaps the boy's ass. "Get down onto the plate. Put your lips to work as well. Good practice for when we go upstairs," he says as he lifts his foot and gently puts it on the back of Michael's head and pushes a little. Michael quickly gets the idea. "Good boy," says Oscar. "Now hand me the plate and then go upstairs and wait for me on your knees like a good sub," he tells Michael, helping him stand. Oscar takes the plate and puts it in the dishwasher himself. "The boy did a good job cleaning it but I'm sure it can use more cleaning in the dishwasher," he says to Brandon. And then, in a more serious tone, he says, "Tell me. Is there anything I need to avoid with this guy? Don't forget, I'm quite the novice at this."
"You seem to be moving to the head of the class from what I've been told, Oscar. Just avoid brutality or giving him orders for how to behave when you're not here. He's had bad experiences with those things. I probably shouldn't say this, but in case you don't realize it, he's pretty gone for you." Brandon says.
"Nice to hear it. And I assure you, I'll be handling him with kid gloves. I'm enjoying this myself. I'm enjoying him," Oscar admits, winking at Michael. "Have a good time," says Brandon, taking his leave. "I need to say goodbye now because someone is coming over to see me in just a few minutes and I need to take a quick shower."
"Well, you have a good night, slave. Um, is it proper to call you that even if I'm not going to take charge of you?"
"You can call me whatever you want, Sir," says Brandon with a wink.
"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for supper," says Oscar, as he heads for the stairs.