THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 37. As for the others . . .
Up north
Jonny and Austin are enjoying some pillow talk after a relatively calm night together, and Jonny is trying to convince Austin to come to the Rainbow Table with him for supper the next night. Austin's been there before but so far Austin hasn't been there with him, and Jonny realizes that it is really a big step for Austin because now he'll be admitting that he and Jonny are in a relationship. Some people still think that Austin is straight. But the two are frequently together and word is getting around among the gay crowd and also among the kinky crowd, not only on campus but in town as well, especially since Austin has started eating at the Rainbow Table. And just the other day Austin was picking up some things at the local box store and ran into a good-looking guy name Gregor who invites him to come with "his friend" to a party he is having with a few of his friends and actually asks him if he can get Jonny to lick boots at the party. Austin pretends he doesn't understand what Gregor is talking about, and quickly gets away from him. This is what has led to the conversation he and Jonny are having tonight.
Jonny is actually surprised by what Austin has to say. "After what happened the other day with that guy who wants you to lick boots, I realize that there's no sense keeping anything a secret any longer and I'm willing to take this step and go have supper at the table with you as my boy."
"Wow. That's wonderful, Sir. I'm kind of surprised, but very happy and grateful to you for offering."
"But if I'm going to eat there with you, thereby outing myself for good, I want you to out yourself as well."
"Austin, I'm already out on campus."
"but not completely."
"What are you getting at, Sir. I suspect you have something up your sleeve."
"You're out as gay, but with just a couple exceptions here, you've not out as a sub. And definitely not out as my sub. So I want you to come out tomorrow."
"You want me to tell the guys that I'm subbing for you?"
"No. I want you to show them. I want you to wear my collar."
"What collar?"
"The collar I'm going to get tomorrow if you agree to do what I'm asking you to do, boy. Do I have to spank you more to get you to agree? Because if it's something you need I'm going to do it to you myself. Been thinking about it for a while. I might not beat you as badly as Andy did, but I think that was far too much for you to have to take. I'd rather set the pace myself."
"No, I don't need to be spanked any more. Yes, I will wear you collar in public. And yes, Andy got too rough with me. I'd rather trust myself to you, Sir, and leave it to you to decide how much you think I need or deserve."
"Baby, I think you deserve more than you need when it comes to taking pain, but the idea that I'll be setting the pace is really appealing to me. Feel me: I'm hard again."
"Do you want me to blow you again, Sir?"
"No, boy. We'll just spoon and I'll rub up against your hot whipped ass for a while. I don't care if I cum again. I just care that I'm making you mine and I want people to know it." He kisses Jonny on the back of his neck and says, "Enough talk. Sleep now, slaveboy." And he tightens his arms around Jonny and Jonny falls asleep with a smile on his face. And as he lies there holding Jonny and enjoying the feeling of his hard phallus up against the slave's sore ass, he is thinking about what name he is going to give the slave when he collars it tomorrow before dinner. "Jonny" simply won't do for someone Austin has decided to keep training.
Back in Lipton
As soon as Brandon walks in the door at the address he was given, two hefty-looking college boys are standing there looking him over like a piece of meat and they immediately order him to "get naked." One pulls his shirt off over his head and probably rips off a button or two in the process. The other watches Brandon take down his pants and sniggers at the fact that Brandon is locked in a cage and won't be able to enjoy an orgasm while he's giving them theirs. The older of the two, Karl Louis by name, leads him to their uncle's chamber and lights are turned down almost all the way. Brandon is ordered to go suck the cock of the older man who is sitting in a chair naked and stroking himself.
"Daddy" "Aren't you a hot one?" asks Daddy. "Hot for you, Daddy," he replies from the script he had been made to memorize before coming over. Daddy points to a large tube of lube on the end of the nearby bed. "I want to watch you open yourself up for me with your fingers, boy. Do a good job so I don't hurt you when I fuck you after you're done."
"Yes, Daddy," says Brandon as he takes the tube of lube. "Turn around and bend over, slave, so I can watch your fingers working in your hole, getting yourself ready for me," he says. Brandon breathes heavily, getting turned on by the humiliating way he's being treated, and wishing he could get hard against the cage he's wearing. And so he does the work, finger by finger, pushing and stretching himself until finally Daddy says, "that's enough, slaveboy. Up on the bed you go. Lie over the pillows on the center of the bed and spread your legs for me."
Brandon obeys, and Daddy gets himself up on the bed, kneeling between Brandon's legs, slaps him a couple times on the ass, positions himself, and enters Brandon's body with one slow smooth stroke until he is buried balls deep inside the slave. "Breathe, boy," orders Daddy and Brandon is totally turned on by what it felt like to be invaded by the older man's cock as well as the obvious humiliation and subjugation. Daddy really knows what he is doing, and makes it completely pleasurable for the slaveboy while talking up a storm as he fucks the boy, pulling all the way out and the plunging inside again.
"Yeah, slut, feel a real man enjoying your pussy. Keep yourself open for his big cock as he uses you for his pleasure. Faggots like you were made to be fucked by real men like me. Come one, slave, raise that ass to greet my meat; don't make me do all the work. Show me how much you hunger for a real man's cock fucking you like the slave you are. Go ahead, faggot. Fuck yourself on my hard cock. . . . .That's good.
This continues for quite some time, Brandon is surprised at the man's self-control and how he keeps holding off from cumming, actually edging himself while inside Brandon's ass. When finally he allows himself to cum, it is with a hard push all the way up the slave's rectum and cries of joy and pleasure.
Once he's finished, he lies on top of the slave's body until his cock softens and then rolls over to the slave's left side. He calls out for Karl Louis, who comes into the room with a warm wet towel and proceeds to clean the slave's butthole before ordering it to get on the floor and crawl out of the room following him.
KL leads the crawling slave into his own bedroom, sits on the end of his bed, and orders the slave to rub its face over his sweatpants and get his cock hard that way. Then he pulls down his pants and his 6 inch cock springs up, hard and leaking.
"lick up my pre-cum, faggot. Get a good taste of me," he demands and Brandon obeys as ordered. "Okay, slaveboy, suck my cock. Do a good job. Make me feel good, boy. Worship my hot meat! Put the tip in your mouth and play with it with your tongue. Clean out my piss slit too."
And all during this bj, Karl Louis give explicit instructions:
good boy...now go down halfway on it and caress it with your tongue . . . . .tighten your mouth, faggot . . . . that's it. ok, all the way down now . . . . . .good boy! . .. .. you can take all of me without gagging—you're an experienced cocksucker. Nice . . . . . yeah,...now up and down like a madman, fast, hard...holy shit, you're making me cum already. here it goes! Take it, faggot. Swallow me down."
Once he's finished, he calls his brother Tommy in. Tommy comes in naked and his hard cock is a lot bigger than his brothers. Karl Louis leaves the room and Tommy lies on the bed and tells Brandon to get up and give him a nice bj. After that, he doesn't say a word until after he cums. Then just tells Brandon to get dressed and leave the house.
And that takes care of that.
Brandon drives home and as soon as he gets in he uses the bathroom and takes a shower. He's in a bummed mood. That last "excursion" of his was kind of a downer. He decides he has to make some changes in the way he's been carrying on. Too much of a good thing, he decides.
He calls his mother.
"Hey, Mom!"
"Sweetheart! How's my favorite son?"
"Mom...i'm your only son!"
"I know. That's why you're my favorite, honey. What's up? You sound a little down."
"I am, Mom. Made some bad choices lately and it's getting to me."
"Well then come on over and I'll give you a big hug! Barry's away for business so I'll enjoy the company. I'm making chicken and dumplings, enough to last a few days now that I'm in school again. Come over and we'll eat together!"
"I'll be there in a few, Mom."
And soon enough, that's the way his day ends, and it certainly ends on a high note. And after he gets home, he sends a text to Master Orson cancelling their plans for Friday evening. Yes, indeed, he has to make some choices. All the promiscuity lately is taking its toll on him, just like it usually does on guys who get carried away slutting around. He gives careful consideration to dropping gsm, but figures he probably has to speak to the Masters about it before doing so.
For the first time since last summer, he realizes that he needs a break from it all. He isn't sure how to handle this with the Masters and whether or not he'd lose his job if he backs down from them for a while.
Before going to sleep, he calls Gary to chat, figuring that would lift his spirits. He realizes that he really misses Gary.
"Hey, buddy, what's up?"
"Feeling kind of down, so I thought I'd give you a call so I could feel better."
"Well, I'm glad you called, but I'm not glad you're not doing well. What's going on, Bran?"
"too much of too much Too much sub sex with strangers. Too much whoring around."
"Glad to hear you say that, dude. It's about time. You can't keep up the way you've been going without it taking a toll on you. Wish I were there. I'd give you a good spanking and then just cuddle with you for the rest of the night. No sex."
"Sounds good, Gary, and could really use the cuddling without the spanking."
"Wow. You are really bummed if the idea of getting a spanking is isn't putting a smile on your face."
"No kidding. But hey, thanks for the cuddles. Too bad we're so far away from each other right now."
"Tell me about it. But I might have some good news for you real soon."
"Good news? What? You transferring schools?"
"Working on it. It really sucks here. I'd rather just get a job and go to school part time instead of this crap. Too goddam many holy rollers around this place."
"Well, Gary, if you really need to, I'm sure my Dad could help set you up with something. Gonna give up the science route?"
"I'm really not sure about that. Actually what I have to give up is being stuck here in Maryville."
"Still calling it that, eh?"
"Yeah. Me and a couple of other cynical friends I made this time around. But we're only two weeks into the semester here and I'm already out of my mind. Gotta call my parents. It might be a fight."
"Well then fuck them, Gary. Not that I haven't told you this before."
"I know, I know. Well it just might turn out that way. I really think that if I don't stick through with it here, they'll cut me off."
"So let them! Fuck, Gary, I've got plenty of room here and I'm sure Barry could give you some helpful advice. He hooked Michael up with a good job that even pays from his part time schooling. And with your academic record, I'll bet he can work out a good deal for you."
"That's good news. I just have get up the guts to make the phone call."
"Or . . ."
"Or what?"
"Just sign out of that place and come back down here. You don't need their permission to do that. Then all you'll need to do is let them know what you decided."
"Eeek. Sounds scary."
"Well, Gary, you know I'll support whatever you decide. But to be honest with you, I miss you and I hate it that you're stuck up there unhappy while so much good stuff is going on down here."
"Good stuff, right! Like how bummed out you are because you're having too much sex!"
"Caught me! But other than that, Michael and I are doing well. We love living together as usual, and there's always room for one more."
"Well, let me think about it. I'll keep you posted. Cuddles to you, Brandon. Sleep well, dude."
"You too, Gary."
And after all that, with the hope of Gary coming back home, Brandon's spirits are lifted and he has a good night's sleep. And as for tomorrow at work, he'll deal with all that in the morning.