"The alex Chronicles," Book 2: "Sweet subjugation"
To the reader: This is the second book of "The alex Chronicles. " I encourage you to read that story first before turning to this book. There are references to the first book in this one that will be impossible to understand without reading the Chronicles before proceeding further here.
In addition to that, this book contains a number of "spoilers" that will end up making it a lot less fun to go back and read the first book.
If, however, you have already read "The alex Chronicles," my hope is that you will enjoy this story every bit as much as the first one.
Happy reading! Feedback always welcome.
robbie subkodak25@gmail.com
Chapter 1
Brandon: As soon as I got to University, I made the rounds of the library bathrooms seeking out glory holes. Yes, obviously, I am gay and yes, as soon as I got to U I turned into a slut. Before that I hadn't had many sexual experiences yet, other than a couple of furtive blow jobs with older men in public bathrooms back home. I was well acquainted with available resources on line and knew a lot of current vocabulary. Oh, if only I could learn Spanish vocabulary as easily as I absorbed gay language, but that's the breaks. Anyway, I'd been told by a couple of on-line friends to check out the library bathrooms when I got to campus, because they're the best places to meet horny guys and maybe even find a glory hole or two.
I had a lot of experience sucking cock my last two years of high school. My best friend Gary and I had been in the habit of giving each other hand jobs when we slept over each other's house. One day Gary told me that he had caught me a couple of times checking out guys' dicks in the gym showers and asked me point blank if I was gay and that it wouldn't make any difference to him at all, so I admitted it. And it did make a difference! The next time we were playing with each other at his house, he asked me if I'd like to get my first experience sucking cock, and that he really wanted to be the first guy I ever gave a blow job to. I agreed, and it ended up being a regular thing. Fortunately he didn't tell anyone else about me because that would have been a real nightmare in my town.
So he kept my secret and as a reward I sucked his dick whenever he wanted me to, usually two or three times a week. I never swallowed the first few months, but then one day he talked me into trying it, and I found out that I liked it, not because it tasted so good, but because it turned me on to do that for him. As I ended up figuring out, it turned me on to be submissive and do whatever he asked. Eventually I was swallowing his cum, licking and sucking his balls on a regular basis. One night he asked me if he could talk dirty to me and call me names while I was blowing him and I said sure, let's give it a try. So he did talk to me, ordering me to suck his cock and his balls, and calling me cocksucker, and faggot and stuff like that and it got me really hard and I would usually jerk myself off while I was servicing him. But one night he told me that he didn't want me to touch my cock when blowing him, but just to concentrate on making him feel good, and damn, that turned me on as well. As soon as I swallowed his cum, he would let me jerk myself off. He never gave me hand jobs after that because he said it would make him feel too gay, but he always watched me do it and talked dirty to me when I did it. That was gay enough as far as I was concerned.
I did have some glory hole experience because I had a fake ID and managed to get into an adult bookstore shortly before leaving for college and when I went into one of the video booths, found what I was looking for and also got a chance to suck a couple of real nice dicks one evening. I really got off on it because I was able to fantasize about who the guy was that I was sucking off. I had a couple of former classmates in mind and it was hot fun imagining they were lying back with their legs spread while I slobbered down on them. I even made up some of the things they would say to me while I was sucking them off and the hot names they would call me—cocksucker, faggot, cumdump, even "slave," which for some reason really got me so hard so quick that I spilled my own load on the floor of the booth before they managed to shoot their own loads into my mouth.
So anyway, once I got to campus and conducted my explorations, I hit gold. Down in the sub-basement of the library where they kept all the old microfilm machines, there was a little two stall men's room hidden away in a dark corner and, lo and behold, there it was: a nice-sized glory hole. Needless to say, I developed quite an interest in microfilm that first semester, and discovered that the early evenings were the best times to manage to get my mouth on a hard nob shoved through the wall on several occasions.
Anyway, this one night I encountered one of the most beautiful pieces of meat I had ever had a chance to get my mouth on, and I did my best to satisfy it, but all of a sudden, its owner backed away from the hole and walked out of the stall. I thought he was leaving the bathroom but I heard a click on the door and he walked back to the stalls. Then I heard a sexy commanding voice. "I locked the door so we're alone now. I want to see you, so open the door and take your shirt off, kid."
Shit. What now? Naturally submissive, I did what he wanted. Off came my shirt and I opened the door to find one of the hottest looking guys I've ever met standing there staring me up and down. Flaming red hair and a commanding attitude about him. "Let me tell you, kid, you stink as a cocksucker. You definitely need some training and probably some discipline as well, but I'm willing to give you a chance if you'll agree to accept my guidance in the matter."
Nervously, I shook my head yes, hardly able to believe my luck. "Sit down again," he said, and he stepped into my stall and reached out to grab one of my nipples and start to play with it. Damn, that got me hot, at least until he started to squeeze it and I pushed his hand away. "Tender, are you, pup?" he said. "Let's try the other one." He reached out for my left nipple and took it easy this time and much to my embarrassment, I found myself moaning like a slut. "Ah, just needed the right touch," he smiled. "Nice nipples, boy, but they obviously need some work, if you've got the guts and aren't afraid of a little pain now and then."
"Not afraid at all," I answered, "just very tender. No one's ever done anything like that to me before," I admitted. He smirked at me. "Just what I like, a nice tender virgin to break in," he quipped. "You game?"
"For what?" I asked. "For someone to take you in hand and teach you how to take things from a man who can teach you how to be a good boy for him and especially, how to give a decent blow job. Like I said, I might have to discipline you in order to train you, so if you'd be afraid of that just say the word and I'll be on my way."
Damn! I sure as hell didn't want him to leave. And when he said the words "discipline you," something inside me got excited even though I wasn't sure exactly what he meant. "Please don't go," I managed to say. He looked at me and said nothing for a while, then said, "Please don't go, SIR," is the correct way for a boy like you to speak to a man like me." What the hell? My curiosity got the better of me and my dick started to chub up a bit at the way he was talking to me, so I went for it. "Please don't go, Sir." I said.
He nodded. "See? You're eminently trainable, kid. What's your name?" "DDDDBrandon, Sir," I managed to get out. "Justin here, but you can call me Sir," he answered. Why did that seem to turn me on?
"Open your mouth, Brandon," he said. No one had ever called me that and it made me feel like a little boy when he said it. I was about to object, but then I remembered that he told me to open my mouth so I didn't say anything. Just opened. He did something weird: he took his index finger and stuck it into my mouth. "Practice sucking this finger, Brandon. Make it get good and wet. Make sure you don't touch it with your teeth. Work your mouth on it like it's a cock. Do a nice job and I'll reward you." I put my mouth around it and sucked it in and moistened it with as much saliva I could manage and did just what he told me to do. "There, boy, that's a lot better than what you were doing to my cock. So here's your reward," he said, as he inserted a second finger into my mouth as well. "Work these two just a nicely as you did the one," he said, while gently slapping my face with his other hand. Next thing I know, three fingers were assaulting my mouth and damn it, my cock was hard as a rock. And I worked those fingers like my life depended on it, and as I did, his other hand found its way to my nipple again and started rolling it between his fingers. "Use your tongue on my fingers, Brandon, come on, and offer that nipple to me. Push it into my fingers, giving me permission to work it a bit harder. Come on, boy, you know you need this."
I did what he told me, and when the pressure got somewhat painful, I squinted my eyes and began to moan, all the time working those fingers with my tongue for I was worth. finally, he let go.
"yes, indeed, you might well be worth the effort. I'll tell you what, Brandon. I'm about to accept you as my subject, but I want to get a better look at you. I can see your dick is hard. Open up those pants and let them drop to your knees. Stand up and let me get a better look at you, boy. After all, you've had my cock in your mouth. At least let me see yours." Immediately I did what He told me to do, and my hard cock snapped up to my belly. I had nothing to be ashamed about, but I dare say this is the first person who has ever seen me hard before, and it turned me on the way he was looking at me.
"Nice," he said, but he didn't try to touch it. "Let me see you jerk it a bit. Let me see how hot you're getting letting me inspect you." I did as told, but before I took even four strokes he told me to stop. "that's fine, faggot. Now turn around and let me see your ass." Slightly embarrassed, I did as I was told. What the hell? Plenty of guys have seen my bare ass in the showers. Nothing ground-breaking about showing this guy my ass after he's seen everything else. "Brandond over a bit," he commanded, and I did as he asked. Then he shocked the shit out of me: he smacked my ass pretty hard, not once, but two times. "I like smacking ass, kid, so if you stick with me you'll have to get used to it. After all, I did say that I would be disciplining you if I take you under my wing, didn't I?" "Yes, you did, Sir," I answered in a shaking voice.
"Well, that's just fine, Brandon. You can turn around and pull those pants up and close up shop now. That's all I want from you at the moment." Again, I did just what he told me, and while doing it, I looked into his green eyes and felt like they were drawing me into something much hotter than anything I had ever known up until now.
"Having a good time, boy?"
"Yes, Sir, definitely. Thanks so much. May I suck your cock now, please?"
"No. We have to reach an understanding first. Nice and slow, taking our time." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out something that looked like a business card. I looked at it and all it said was "Justin O'Rourke" and had an email address on it.
"You reasonably intelligent, Brandon? You know how to put sentences together?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm an English major."
"Good. You go home now and jerk off and think about what happened here and I want an email from you by 6 pm tomorrow. Tell me what's been on your mind through all this and also tell me some of your hidden desires. Tell me how turned on I made you. Tell me if you'd be willing to accept what I think is best for you. Tell me how much you want to see my bright red pubes and suck my hard cock the way I train you to. Got all that, boy?"
"Um, yes, Sir. Got it."
"Okay. Good. No later than 6 pm tomorrow. If I don't hear from you, that will be the end of things. And stay the fuck away from here for a while now. Guys who come in here want to get good blow jobs, not the lousy job you do. Leave that to the pros until I tell you you can come back here. God it?"
"Yyyes, Sir. won't come back."
"So get lost now Brandon. Go home and jerk off if you want. don't' let your roommate catch you. Do you have a hot roommate, boy?"
"no, Sir, not at all. Kind of a nerd."
"Well you're not much better than a nerd yourself, boy. But I'll take care of that. IF I hear from you. And in the meantime, practice sucking your fingers until I see you again. IF I see you again. God it?"
"yes, Sir, got it. I'll get that email off to you by 6 tomorrow Sir. Promise."
"Okay. Then we'll be heading off. Wait a couple of minutes after I leave before you leave yourself. Think of my working your nipples when you jerk off, boy."
"Okay, Sir."
"NEVER use the phrase okay to me, boy. Or you'll be punished." Got it?
"Got it, Sir. I won't say those words again, Sir. Promise."
He turned around and left. A few minutes later I also left and went right back to my room. Fortunately, my roommate wasn't around and as soon as I got in I dropped my pants and started stroking myself. And you know what? The thing I thought of the most while masturbating was that last phrase he said to me: you'll be punished." Shit! What's happening to me? Finally, I shot my load, then cleaned up, then though of starting that email but decided instead to get some homework done and leave the email for tomorrow. Or maybe not. Kind of confused at this point, that's all I could say. As usual, after cumming, I wasn't much in the mood for thinking about what had happened. That's par for the course.
Slept well that night, though. And did suck my fingers a little before falling asleep. And also played with my nipples as well.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
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