THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 33. Upstairs, downstairs
Oscar whistles as he climbs the stairs and heads for Michael's room. He walks in and shuts the door. "Don't you look adorable, kneeling there, waiting for your Man to come play with you!" says Oscar in his sweetest voice. He leans over and takes Michael by the hair and pulls his head back gently as he delivers a warm, wet, loving kiss to the boy's lips and enjoys hearing him moan.
"You know what? I think I'd rather have you on the bed first so I can help you get in the proper frame of mind," says Oscar. Ever the gentleman, he helps Michael up off the floor and then kicks off his shoes and pulls off his socks and still fully dressed, lies on the bed and starts kissing Michael more seriously while running one hand up and down the boy's body, avoiding his dick but playing with his balls, and as he deepens the kiss, he handles the balls a bit more roughly. Breaking off the kiss, he says to Michael, "I like your balls a lot, boy."
"They're yours Sir whenever you want them."
"Good attitude. He kisses Michael again and then starts putting kisses and tiny bites on his jaw and his neck. Michael sticks his neck out, making everything available to Oscar's mouth and teeth. "You're so compliant," says Oscar. "I like you this way."
"You make me want to be this way, Sir," says Michael. Oscar stops what he's doing and just looks into Michael's eyes and holds the glance. Michael feels as if Oscar is actually fucking his eyes the way he looks at him. "Listen, Mikey, I know that when we first hooked up you were expecting a purely vanilla experience, so whenever you just want that I want you to know that it's completely okay with me and that's the way we'll be together. It's just that you've inspired a part of me that I didn't realize existed and I'm enjoying exploring it with you. But just say the word and I'll behave myself."
"Please don't behave, Sir. Please use me however you want. Please try out anything you have in mind. I'm offering myself to you in any way you want me." Oscar smiles warmly at him. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the idea that I'm using you, Michael. This isn't a one-way street, even though I'm calling the shots."
"It's common language, Sir, but I won't use the word if you don't want me to. But I give you all the power and all the rights over my body and even part of my mind, and I know that I can call a stop to it if something frightens me. So . . " Oscar interrupts, " . . . so it is proper for me to tell you that I'm going to use you as a total slut who exists only for my pleasure, and that's the way you get your pleasure, by being used by me?"
Michael gives a smile which tells Oscar all he needs to know. "Wow," is all Oscar is able to say. He gets up off the bed and takes off his shirt, then takes his belt out of his pants and lays it across Michael's chest. "Which word turns you on the most, me calling you a slut or when we're alone together, me thinking of you as my slave?" Michael inhales quickly, and Oscar has his answer. "so be it, slave," he says, as he picks up his belt and lightly hits Michael in his balls with it while putting his other hand on Michael's chest so he can't bend over or protect himself. He hits Michael again in the same place, and then takes the end of the belt and runs it up Michael's body until he gets to where he can slap the slave over its nipples. "Yours," says Michael, breathlessly. "Yours." Michael can't remember when he's ever been as happy as he feels right now, even as he fears the blows from Oscar's belt.
Archy has arrived, and standing right there in the doorway, he inspects Brandon's body, takes his pulse, feels for fever and then takes the boy's junk in his hand and uses it as a lever as he pulls Brandon towards the stairs leading to his room. He has a saddle bag with him which he carries downstairs with them. When they get downstairs, he opens the bag and takes out a long thin type of dildo, about 12 inches. Brandon balks when he sees how long it is.
"Don't worry, slave, you won't have to swallow all of this, but it's a good tool to use to help open up a cocksucker's throat. I'm going to leave it here so you can use it to train yourself as well. I told the guys about it, so I suspect they'll enjoy watching you use it. For now, I want you to lie on the bed with your head hanging off the side. Best position for deep throating, and you know that's one of my favorite ways to use a slave like you."
Brandon gets into position somewhat nervously. "Relax, slave," says Archy. "if you tighten up your throat closes too and then it hurts when I start to invade it." As a way of distracting the boy, Archy starts to work his nipples with his free hand while he holds the dildo in the other. "Open your mouth and keep it open. If I catch you closing it, you'll be whipped," says Archy in a no nonsense tone of voice. He leans over and drops a huge glob of spit into the slave's mouth and then spits into it several times more. "That will provide suitable lubrication. Make sure you take deep breaths and try to stop yourself when you feel you're about to gag." He spits into his hand and uses it to lubricate the end of the dildo and then puts it into the slave's mouth. "Work your way along is as if you were sucking a cock, inch by inch as far as you can go." With his free hand he keeps toying with the slave's nipples, really making them hurt which causes the slave to open wider to cry out, and as he does, Archy pushes the dildo more deeply into its throat until it is actively gagging. "Relax that throat, slave, it doesn't belong to you. It's there for Masters' cocks. Open up!" he shouts and the slave's eyes begin tearing. Meanwhile, Archy pulls the dildo out of its mouth a bit and the presses back in and again the slave gags. I'm going to keep doing this until I can get down in there beyond that spot. I know you can do it, boy. You did it for my cock last time. Just keep telling yourself that your throat is meant for cocks." Finally, Archy pulls the dildo all the way out and drops it on the floor, drops his pants and puts his cock into the slave's mouth. "Ok, cocksucker, suck my cock. Take it all the way down like you did last time." Brandon really tries to obey but it is quite difficult. Now Archy's voice gets gentle. Come on, boy, you can do it for me. don't you want to make me happy, slave, so I can give a good report to your Masters?" He presses in ignoring the slave's gagging noises, and once again he is able to conquer the slave's throat with his eight inches. Once he reached his goal, he fucks the slave's mouth a little longer and then takes it out completely. With his hands he spread the slave's tears, saliva and phlegm all over its face. "You can put your head on the bed again, slave. I'm done with your mouth. Now I'm going to fuck you."
Oscar strips completely now and stands a couple feet from the bed. "Look at me, slave. Look at the sight of my body and tell yourself how beautiful it is to you, how desirable, how much you want to do everything you can to give it pleasure. Look at my cock as something you want to worship. Look at my cock and realize that it will be fucking you very soon."
Oscar backs up farther. "Roll off the bed, slave, and then crawl to me." Michael does as told, but as he gets closer to Oscar, Oscar backs off and the slave is forced to keep crawling towards the guy he wants to call "Master." Oscar chuckles. "Hungry for me, aren't you, slave?"
"Yes, Master," answers Michael. "What are you going to do to show me how much you want to please me? Show me, slave," commands Oscar, always in his sweet voice. "This is so awesome, baby. Show me how you're going to worship me." Michael knows exactly what he is going to do. He's read a lot about it but hasn't done it often, but now it seems like just the right thing for him to be doing, just the thing he really wants to do to show Oscar how he's making the boy feel. He lowers his head and begins to kiss Oscar's feet. Oscar sighs, and this encourages Michael. He starts to lick the tops of the Master's feet and then, when Oscar raises his toes a bit, Michael takes his big toe in his mouth and starts to suck on it. It has a callous on it, and Michael tongues it, hoping to soften it a bit. "Good slave. You know your place. Take all my toes one at a time, baby. Show me how much you want to dedicate yourself to me as my slaveboy."
Michael feels like he is in a trance as, one by one, he takes each of Oscar's toes in his mouth and sucks them, getting them wet and also cleaning between his toes as well, remembering the way alex always worshipped Billy, trying to become alex for this wonderful man who is training himself to become a wonderful Master. For the first time in his life, Michael sucks and licks and eats his Master's feet, and it is simply the best thing he has ever done. With his gentle way, Oscar is conquering him. Totally. But Michael simply concentrates on showing Oscar what he has become.
Brandon is lying face down on the bed and crying into his pillow as Archy stands over him and beats his ass and upper legs with his belt. As painful as the blows may be, at the same time Brandon is beginning to feel that they are like long hot kisses, somewhat pleasurable despite the pain. This is nothing new for him, although he feels a lot safer here than he felt with J the last couple times he saw him.
"Roll over," commands Archy, and he reaches into his bag to take out a couple things. "Raise your arms up over your head. . . . .Now raise your legs up as high as you can get them." Archy takes the d-clips he took out of his bag and clips the slave's legs to its arms and then with a short chain clips both sides together so the slave can't more either arms or legs without moving them all. Brandon has never been bound this way before, and he sinks into a sense of peace and safety unlike anything he has felt before. Now he understands why his wrists and ankles were wrapped in the same material as his collar, and he understands what a potentially exciting thing it already is with promises for future new positions in bondage. Looking around, Archy takes one of the thick pillows off the couch and, pushing the slave's legs up closer to the head of the bed, slips it underneath its lower back, raising its ass to a perfect position for him to take possession of the slave's hole. He lubes up his fingers and gradually without wasting too much time, he uses his fingers to open the slave. "You were already fucked once today, weren't you, slave?" he asks. "Yes, Master, around noon." "Good. That will make this easier." He lubes us his dick and enters the slave's body, pushing hard against the resistance at its sphincter. Brandon breathes heavily. "Push against me, slave. You should know that by now." Brandon pushes. Archy backs off, then plunges in, each time going a little farther. The slave cries out and Archy's large dick breaches areas that have not previously been invaded. "Shut up!" commands Archy. "I know it's not comfortable yet. You don't have to announce it to the neighbors."
Archy keeps working his way in and once he feels complete seated, he takes his hands and uses them to bring more torment to the slave's already sore nipples, and soon the slave is crying from that pain and not from the pain of being cornholed by Archy's big dick. Archy gradually picks up speed and eventually is really fucking the shit out of this hapless slave. "That's what you are, bitch. Holes for your Masters. And all men are your Masters when it comes to these holes. I hope your bosses make sure these holes are filled up on a regular basis. I'm going to suggest they have you wear a six or seven-inch penis gag most of the time to keep your throat used to being opened up." And with that, Archy cums deep inside the slave and stays there for as long as he can before slipping out. He takes a rag and wipes himself clean, glad to see that there's no blood. He quickly unclips the slave's arms and legs, packs up his things and says "You can take care of clean up. I'm finished with you tonight, slave." And with that, he turns around and leaves the house. Typical behavior for these guys and now, rather than being annoyed, Brandon sinks into the humiliation, knowing that once the Masters have taken their pleasure from him they seemingly have no further use for him until the next time.
Oscar is now balls deep in Michael, kissing the back of his neck and holding his hands at the same time. "I hope there's nothing wrong with making love to a slaveboy, because this is exactly what I want from you right now, Michael. Slow and gentle and deep and for a long, long time."
"You have the right to use me any way you want, Sir, it's there for the taking. And I love the way you are taking me. UHHH . . . off to the moon. It feels so so good, Master. Please take me like this a lot. Make me melt. I don't care what others think. This is the best. Do anything you ever want to me, Master, but please give yourself to me this way at the end of the night." "You got it, baby," says Oscar. "This is the best part tonight."
Oscar has a mind-blowing orgasm and actually bites the back of his slave's neck. Michael rises up to meet Oscar mid-air but finally Oscar gives way and softens and Michael is very tempted to lean over and use his mouth to clean the cock that made him feel so very good but Oscar stops him.
"None of that. Go get something to wash me first." Michael gets up and gets what he needs and comes back to take care of Oscar's cock and once it is clean, puts it back into his mouth. "If you get me hard again, boy, you're gonna get a quick hard fuck meant for a slut."
Michael backs off and lies back. Oscar notices that the slave's cock is near bursting. He noticed the Ben Gay on the nightstand when he first came in and took that as an invitation. "I think I'm going to do something for your cock that will help it to remember me all night," he says to Michael. "Close your eyes, slave."
He opens the tube and as soon as Michael smells it he knows what he's in for and groans ahead of time. "Just a little touch around your crown. That will be enough to help you remember that this cock isn't for you but rather for a Master's use. Let it do its work on you, boy."
He puts the tube back and kisses Michael as the pain sets in. Michael clings to Oscar's arms and cries out a bit. "Thank you, Master, for making me yours!" As Oscar puts his clothes back on, Michael lies there half awake and despite the pain, feels the exquisite pleasure of a developing affection and trust that he prays will not disappoint him the way the others have.