THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 8. Meeting the Family
Let's back up a bit to earlier that evening when Brandon brought a nervous Michael to Nana's house. It is important to remember that Michael's experience with family was never very great to begin with even at the best of times. The fundamentalist faith of his parents affected and qualified the limited ways they showed affection and love to their wayward son, always suspicious that he would inevitably disgrace them by his lukewarm faith and objectionable circle of friends. One of their favorite Bible verses was "spare the rod and spoil the child," and so Michael's bottom was not spared, and, in fact, the regular corporal punishment he received from his father and even his mother at times did nothing other than affect his psychosexual development. From about age 14 the righteous strappings and floggings that took place almost weekly left him hard and leaking and he took to wearing a jock and an athletic cup to hide his inevitable erections. Fortunately, he was required to bend over a table, his pants lowered only to expose his bare bottom to the whippings. He was always sent to his room afterwards, deprived of supper that night and his father insisted on locking him into his bedroom with nothing to read except his Bible and a book entitled "The Lord's Way for pubescent boys," and he would actually masturbate while reading the chapters about sexual misbehavior. The descriptions in the book were so explicit that they actually helped inspire his fantasies and his still developing cock invariably was throbbing every bit as much as his beaten ass until at last he obtained release into one of his socks and the pain of the punishments became a source of pleasure themselves.
Most of his friends lived under the same abusive regime as he did and his parents insisted that his circle of friends be limited to his "brothers and sisters in Christ," which wasn't as bad as it seemed because most of the boys in the group were every bit as horny as the sons of unbelievers, and talk about masturbation and the developing breasts of their "sisters" was common as their sore butts and hatred for everything their parents stood for. Nonetheless, Michael dared develop friendships outside the group and realized that he had no interest in those developing breasts that were the obsession for the other boys. His obsession was more with what he could catch a glimpse of in the gym showers, particularly the advanced development of one fellow named Harvey who boldly displayed his attributes to anyone interested enough to admire them. He caught Michael's eye more than once, and they often lingered behind in the gym and Harvey taught Michael about the things that were condemned in that holy book he had to read.
In 11th grade, Harvey as found out by his enraged father, was soundly whipped and thrown out of the house and a couple of his classmates took him in until one of their fathers directed him to the special residence for abandoned gay teens that had been established a number of years ago by a man known simply as "Billy's father" (see "The Alex Chronicles" concerning this residence).
Michael had managed to keep his secret to himself until at last, at the U, he was encouraged by the liberal atmosphere he found there to explore more of the previously forbidden activities. The roommate situation was perilous at first, but changes were made and at last Michael ended up living with Brandon and the two of them, both masochists at this point, quickly developed a strong bond. (All of this is recounted in the previous book, "Sweet Subjugation.").
That's enough back-story for now. Brandon brought Michael into Nana's warm and loving house and the very first thing she did was take Michael into her arms and tell him that "things will get better now, dear," and took him into her heart. Welcoming hugs from Brandon's Mom and step-dad Barry followed. As the five of them sat down in the living room, Michael was so moved by such warmth, affection and encouragement and the sense of safety that he had never found at home in the past, that it didn't take long before he found himself able to smile and to soak up the atmosphere as if it were a special healing elixir for his aching spirit. Barry was best of all, telling Michael about his own gay brother Kurt. Barry had quickly come to love and care for Brandon as his very own son and promising Michael that he, too, was now welcomed as a member of their family. Mom had a lot to say about the beautiful experiences she and her new husband had during their recent honeymoon, and then excused herself to go help Nana get the meal ready in the kitchen.
This left the three men. Michael found it easy to open up to Barry and speak of the repressive regime that had been part of his life, and Barry spoke much like Brandon, assuring him that his parents' obsessive and twisted ideas about the tyrannical judge they mistakenly called "the Lord" did not reign in this family, and expressed the hope that in time Michael would get free from the oppressive ideas that had afflicted his gentle spirit. Michael was happy to be able to speak openly with Barry about his friendship with Brandon and about some of their adventures at the U.
Barry, always the successful and powerful corporate man that he was, offered to help Michael find a niche in his multi-faceted enterprises and that he didn't need to worry about his future. Now was a time to relax and make a new beginning, and along the way all the unanswered questions he had about his future would be settled.
Dinner as usual was delicious, and in order to help Michael feel a genuine part of the family, they all squeezed around the kitchen table rather than take their places in the more formal dining room. G'anpa took a special interest in the boy and made sure he had plenty on his plate and encouraged him not to be shy when it was time to reach out for seconds or even thirds. As could be expected, embarrassing stories about Brandon's childhood elicited much mirth, especially as Brandon's face turned ever deepening shades of red, especially when Nana told how he and his friend Gary were practically tied at the hip from their elementary school years and how she had had Brandon's bed in her home replaced with a queen-sized bed so that two of them could sleep together as they were growing up whenever they came to stay with her. Michael, of course, knew a lot of things about that friendship that Nana did not know, so he delighted in putting some pieces together now that he had new information.
No mention was made about the boys' kinky interests, and Justin's name was not part of their dinner conversation. Brandon, however, couldn't help but tell them about the immediate attraction that had developed between Michael and one of his friends in the coffee shop that afternoon, and so then it became Michael's turn to blush and stammer. He retaliated with news of the broadening circle of friends that Brandon seemed to be drawing around himself now that he was "back home again." Barry expressed hope that the two of them would be able to give one another sufficient privacy now that they were living together. Brandon explained the room assignments he had carefully arranged and Barry couldn't hold back the laughter when he realized what it meant that Brandon had arranged for two floors of the house to be between them.
Over coffee and chocolate cream pie (Brandon's favorite), Mom made sure Michael understood that all of them were sincerely interested in Michael's well-being and that they would all to anything in their power to help him begin his new life with confidence and their belief that love did not necessarily exist all tangled up with judgment and condemnation.
Sensing that Michael was becoming overwhelmed with what he was experiencing, G'anpa distracted them all by inviting him to come to the basement to get a look at the extraordinarily detailed arrangement of model trains and village that he devoted so much of his time to since he'd been retired. Michael had never seen anything like it and gazed upon everything with the wide-eyed amazement of a little child. G'anpa invited him back any time to explore what he had constructed and even to help with its continuing development.
Finally it was time to say good-bye and as the boys drove home, Brandon gently reminded Michael of something he had spoken about earlier in the day—that how the God his family believed in is a God who manages to being good things out of loss and tragedy and disappointments when they occur in life. More and more, Michael was able to understand how this was happening in his own life.
Soon, however, the boys, being still teenagers, began talking about how horny they both were and about the hope that they would both be enjoying a keen and kinky time in the days to come. As soon as they got to the house, they hugged each other goodnight and went to their private domains to follow their own naughty designs.
And so, we are now up to date.
Michael is sound asleep, exhausted from the day's events and from Zeke's introduction to what would become a solid education in dominance and submission while Brandon also went to sleep, having answered texts and chats and set up a date for the following evening and having taken himself in hand once again to do what had been forbidden him to do when locked and deprived of that freedom back at the U under the rule of that sweet man turned monster by the time the semester had ended.
Morning comes and the two boys bump into each other on the way to the kitchen, both of them naked and laughing at the discovery. "I can't help but keep looking at your cock," says Michael, "since it was always locked up back up there. It seems bigger than it was when I ever got to see it before."
"That's because the cage was making it shrink a bit. I'd been told that eventually it would become nothing more than a nub because He would keep locking it into smaller and smaller cages. Now it's able to breathe free for a change and I don't think I'll ever allow anyone to lock me up again like that."
"don't be so sure of that, kiddo," chides Michael. "Soon enough there will be someone who will . . . "
Brandon cuts him off. "It's going to take a long time before I ever get to that point again. for now, freedom is the word, . . "
". . . even when bound and thrashed, I assume," Michael cuts in and they both laugh their heads off again.
Brandon puts on the coffee and Michael proposes to make blueberry pancakes, and they have a delightful breakfast while Michael tells him all about the brief but intense encounter with Zeke the night before and how Zeke made it clear that He would be the one to decide when they would meet again.
"That's hot!" says Brandon, "having to surrender control."
"Not so sure yet," counters Michael. "I would have gone all night with Him, but He decided just to give me a brief taste of what might come in the future. And it was the first time ever that I jerked off while someone else was watching me and saying all the things that made me beg for Him to stay the night."
"But He was obviously in charge, dude. Get used to it. Or are you going to become the type of sub that likes to control things from the bottom?"
"He would never allow me to do that," says Michael. "When I begged Him to stay He said He would but only after thrashing the daylights out of me. That is so not my scene."
"yet," threatens Brandon.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. So, changing the subject, what's going to be the deal here? Naked all the time like back in the dorm?"
"sounds good to me, but we need some kind of a signal in case someone comes over that we don't want to be naked for. Like Nana. Or someone for work. Besides, I'm going to be doing work over Zoom so at least I have to keep a shirt on. But yeah, naked mostly. We'll figure it out over time. Oh, and by the way: I have a date tonight and won't be here maybe even till morning."
"Let's just agree to keep texting our plans."
"Sounds like a solution. And hey, for a signal, we could just text "clothes" to each other if necessary not to be naked."
"Excellent."
Brandon's phone signals an incoming message from gsm. Michael sends him off, offering to clean up after breakfast.
Brandon goes downstairs to check the message. It's from Nick. Just one word: "Watersports?"
Brandon answers "Please not yet. Discussion needed."
Nick responds. "Fine. For the first time. yet is a good word. Full of promise."
Brandon: "right now, nothing but a very bad memory."
Nick: "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I have a way of fixing that. Trust me."
Brandon: "okay."
Nick: "You wanted to say Yes, Sir, didn't you?"
Brandon: "Yes."
Nick: "you will learn My way quickly enough."
Brandon: "slowly, please?"
Nick: "you've been hurt a lot, inside, I suspect."
Brandon: "correct"
Nick: "Noted."
Brandon: "thank you."
Nick: "Just because I'm a sadist doesn't mean I'm an insensitive bastard."
Brandon. "A relief. Been there, done that. Had that done to me."
Nick: "you can tell your story after you're sobbing on the floor at My feet. Promise."
Brandon: "Wish I were there now. Really need to be sobbing, to get all the pain out of me."
Nick: "You'll be here when I tell you to be here. And My pain will drive out the old pain. Promise."
Brandon: "understand. Hope so."
Nick: "Good. Gtg now. Tonight. 7:30."
Brandon really wants to answer Yes, Sir, but the obedience demanded is strangely erotic.
Meanwhile, Nana texted Michael and wondering if he's unpacked his boxes yet. He tells her he has and that his parents loaded one of the boxes with nothing but literature from the church they belong to, one of nothing but underwear, one of winter things, and two with just a few of his old t-shirts and sweat pants. None of his clothing they'd gotten him for college.
Nana: "Do you have any plans today?"
Michael: "Not yet, Nana."
Nana: "Good. Let me take you shopping, sweetheart. Get you some new things, and what you need for job interviews."
Michael: "Oh, that's so much. I can't ask you to do that. I have just a little money saved up."
Nana: "Don't back-talk Nana or you'll go over my knee—oh wait: you might enjoy that?"
Michael: "blushing."
Nana: "I'll pick you up at ten, baby. Brandon can come too if he's not busy."
Michael: `Yes, Nana. I'll let him know."
He goes down to Brandon's rooms but Brandon is busy at his computer, still naked, so he knows Brandon is cruising around and not at work yet.
"Nana is taking me shopping at 10. I can't believe it."
"Believe it. That's what she loves doing the most."
"She said you can come too."
"I'll pass. Have a zoom at 10:30."
"Okay. Anything good happening on line?"
"All sorts of stuff. Sure you don't want to take a closer look."
"Sure for now, Bran. Later, maybe."
"Cool. I know it will feel really strange, but don't resist Nana's generosity. It makes her really happy."
"sure. Like I'm the one doing her a favor."
"that's right, dude. Get used to it."
Michael walks over and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Brandon smacks his ass.
Michael yelps and asks Brandon if he wants more coffee before going back upstairs. Brandon refuses and turns back to his computer.