"The alex series" book 2: Sweet Subjugation
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Chapter 23. Pensive Saturday
When Justin wakes up, he immediately is aware of something warm and wet on the end of his cock. He reaches down and grabs a handful of black hair between his legs and says, "What a good boi. Right where I told you to be. But if you make Me get hard, you're gonna have to finish Me off. Otherwise, slide your sweet self up here and make out with Me. Brandon's response is to redouble his efforts with the desired results. He thinks to himself, `I'll give Him pleasure first, then go get my reward after I've swallowed His spunk."
Justin realizes He is hard and smiles to himself. He starts to coax His boi, "Now take good care of Me and I'll give you a nice breakfast drink to start off the day. He spreads his legs. "Lick all around Me, boi. Balls and taint and thighs and lick up what you make leak from your Master's cock. Do a good job. Show Me what you want to be. Be what I want you to be. Mine. Always." Brandon turns into a maniac as he devours all the secret parts of his Master and he wonders if any other sub ever got this from Him as well. Justin answers his question:
"Oh fuck! you are the absolute best of all time, boi. Go! Get all you need from Me down there. Be My personal faggot cocksucker, Brandon. Let Me take you over, boy." And the more He talks, the more He realizes that is what He wants. Meanwhile, Brandon is serving Him with all his heart and soul and hearing His words makes him hope he could become that boi, just for Justin. And he catches himself inventing a new phrase as his motto: "Just for Justin." So he is craving for Justin's, what? . . . heart? He doesn't know for sure, but right now Justin is the only thing in his life besides school that matters. But he makes up his mind that he will never let Justin know that. It would place too much pressure on Him.
Meanwhile, Justin is floating through space heading for a land filled with black-haired blue-eyed bois , and all at once, as He is shooting His load into Brandon's mouth, all those bois turn into just one boi, the boi who is drinking Him down right now. Such a sweet good boy.
He lies back while Brandon licks Him all around so He won't be sticky. Finally He snaps His fingers! "Up here now, boy!" Brandon immediately responds, literally sliding his body up along Justin's, chest to chest, nipples to nipples, jaws to jaws and then the lips meet and feed off one another, or rather, Justin feeds the boi from His own mouth and Brandon sucks up all the Justin cares to give him.
Now I assume that you know what is happening here in this early morning snuggle. They have crossed a line that bdsm folk rarely want to cross. They are falling in love. And that is going to put a tremendous amount of pressure on this author. Please be patient while he tries to adjust.
"The Master in love with the slave?" he asks Himself. And as soon as he asks himself the question, the answer is immediately clear: Billy loved alex for himself, not just because he was Billy's slave. And because of that, he is able to simply allow himself to surrender to whatever develops from here, and hopes that He can enjoy the ride.
He reaches down under the covers and smacks Brandon on the ass. "Enough affection" He rules. "Showers and piss. Go get on the floor of the tub like last time. Go!" and he practically pushes Brandon out of bed, who then scrambles into the bathroom and soon after Justin walks in and stands over him. "Eyes closed," He reminds the slave. And Justin begins to piss up and down the slave's body and even onto its face, and as a results Brandon pisses himself through his cage.
Justin enjoys the sight of Brandon lying there covered with His piss, and He just stands there and looks at the slaveboi and then finally spits on it before He goes to adjust the water and begin His shower. And so on.
His mind is working overtime now, wondering what and how and why over and over. He is doing things He would rarely even consider with other subs. "What the fuck is going on? I'm a better Master when I'm with this guy. Needy bitch is drawing is all out of Me. Well, so be it!" and "is this love?" and "can I do it?" and "being in love with Me helps the boi do anything I want" and "So be careful! don't break the kid!"
Without realizing it, He has showered and dried Himself off, dropped the towel on the floor and is saying to the slave "use My towel to dry off just this once more. We'll get you towels today," He commands and then goes back into His bedroom to throw on some clothes. When finally, Brandon comes into the bedroom crawling on his hands and knees and Justin is sitting on the bed still barefoot. "Feet!" says Justin and the slave brings its mouth to its Master's foot and begins to lick and kiss, and it all gets so wonderfully pleasurable that Justin just stays there and enjoys His slave's obedience and humility, all motivated by love. But finally, He realizes it's getting late. He has the slave get up and He shows it what to put on when it becomes time to leave.
Brandon just lets himself be taken along wherever Justin wants him to go, and it is so easy, so pure, so simple just to obey every single command like the slave he is, and he takes an amazing degree of pleasure and joy from this.
Breakfast was a cup of coffee and a pastry with a note from Andy, "help yourself!" Then Justin cracks Brandon on the ass with His riding crop (which just suddenly appeared out of nowhere) and Brandon thanks Him! One might wonder whether he was getting the same pleasure and joy as he is stripping the bed, doing Master's laundry, clean kitchen and bathroom and so on. Actually none of us knows for sure and what matters is that all these things are getting done, Justin is holed up in His office, and that Brandon is going along continually telling himself, "Just for Justin, Just for Justin, Just for Justin," and smiling on the inside because because he hates doing housework and is a slob a home, so it is really humiliating to have to do it here but he dare not show any resentment. All of a sudden he realizes that he is actually beginning to behave like a slave. And so the bottom line is, "happy and turned-on."
They finally leave the house. Justin is dressed in casual business attire and has the slave dressed in short pants, silly t and flipflops so the age between them appears even greater than it is. And as He drives into town, Justin gives the slave some rules about how to behave.
(1) Never forget that you are a real slave and this isn't just a game we are playing.
(2) Do whatever you are told immediately after being told without "voting" on whether or not you like it.
(3) whenever possible, stay slightly behind the Master with lowered eyes, looking humble.
(4) do not speak unless asked a direct question by someone. then respond honestly without using a whole cascade of unnecessary explanations.
(5) Always call Me "Sir" no matter what the situation. Let others think whatever they want to think.
Logical and simple and a bit of a turn-on that he was being given rules, Brandon nods his head positively, no longer having the right to initiate a conversation. One more thing taken away.
Suddenly, Master says, "from here on, free speak, no consequences, but ten lashes for any act of disobedience or attitude." "Okay, Sir," Brandon says, rather tickled at his quick answer.
Justin starts a conversation about things happening at the U, so they have something neutral to talk about. During the conversation Justin asks him what it's like to have a "Rainbow Table" in the cafeteria. "Good and bad," Brandon answers. "On the one hand, it's nice to have place where we can be open and relaxed, and it's impossible to see into the area it's in, but on the other hand, some dudes actually watch to see who comes and goes and one guy got outed that way and then got beaten up by his roommate."
"That's horrible!" Justin exclaims. "Is he okay now?" "Yes, Sir, but his face is marked up still."
"And how about the one that did it?" "the guy won't press charges. Some think he was paid off."
"Well, it's still awful. How about the one who outed him?" "hard to prove who, and I'm pretty sure the guy won't press charges."
"Do you think he was paid off?" "Don't really know, Sir, and try not to get involved in those types of arguments. They really bore me."
"that's good. I would have forbidden it anyway and punished if I caught you. But that leads me to another question."
"What is that, if I may ask, Sir?"
"You are obviously very smart and with some pretty clear thinking. So that makes me wonder why in the world you would ever want to be a sexual sub or slave?"
"Apples and oranges, Sir."
"That's five lashes for giving me a snide answer. Spell it out, faggot!"
Brandon looks around immediately to see if anyone heard. "wanting this, wanting what I want, has nothing to do with how smart someone is or even how well they think, I guess."
"Interesting question to Me. But it still seems to matter in My mind. If you were a dummy, or thick, or aggressive, I wouldn't have been interested. But as far as I'm concerned, your better qualities make you even more attractive to Me. I want a slave who knows how to think, but who is training itself to think like a true slave."
"Oh wow, Sir. Had a thought like that today, Sir."
"What thought?"
"that I am starting to think like a slave, Sir."
"I'm glad about that. And I assure you that if I catch you slipping out of that role, I will deal with it very severely."
"understand, Master."
"Can you handle this, boy?"
"um . . . . . . just barely, Sir."
"That's important for me to know, boi. Honesty is vital here. If I catch you slipping out of thinking like a slave, I will point it out to you. If it keeps happening, more serious punishment might be needed.
Brandon chuckles and smiles. "Brilliant, Sir."
Justin chuckles too. "but you have to understand, Brandon, that we are playing around and having a good time like this is some kind of game. But the truth is that it is not a game at all. This is real. Absolutely real. You are My slave. Totally."
"Exclusively, Sir?"
"Exclusive except for the fact that I want you to continue sucking cock on campus, a whole lot. Even if they don't act domineering. I want you to have a reputation like that on campus. The idea turns Me on, that I could take the campus slut and turn it into an exclusive slave."
"Yes, Sir."
Finally they get to their destination. Just a strip mall. Justin has them get tacos for lunch at a stand there, makes Brandon drink water, then they go into a thrift shop and Justin gets several ordinary cheap towels and also a bag of cut rags, and a box of long candles and then has Brandon try on some hats they were selling, all kinds. He chooses a cowboi hat for Brandon and after they've paid, He puts it on Brandon's head. "I like seeing you like this. Wear it for me for a while." "yes, Sir." "Question, Sir?" "Go ahead." "If no one is around, could this slave still call You Master?" "No. No way to tell no one can hear, ever." "Yes, Sir. Will call You Sir at all times." "Too many fucking words, slave. 5 more lashes."
That part of the shopping done, they get back into the car. Justin looks at Brandon and tells him to take the hat off when in the car, but wear it otherwise. Justin drives them outside the city into an area that Brandon has never been in since Brandon isn't even from this state. He stops in front of a ramshackle-looking shop called "Jones Javis. Jeweler and Craftsman."
They enter the store, and when Jones sees Justin he shouts a big welcome across the entire shop, and goes out to meet them and hugs Justin and looks Brandon up and down like he's looking at his friend's new car, or maybe even new puppy.(!) "Justin, honey, Your taste is changing, I see. What a little sweetheart this one is!" and Brandon blushes bright red. Jones catches that. "And a blushing bride at the same time. My, My, Justin, you never cease to surprise me." Justin chuckles and says, "Not a bride. Definitely not a bride, Jonesy. Slave. I told you. Slave." "Well that you did, honey, and don't you worry even one little bit. Show me how you want it worn." Justin takes Brandon, folds down the back of his collar, and shows what he wants Brandon to wear with his hands around Brandon's neck. Jones takes out a tape measure and measures what Justin showed him. "Come back in here, buddy and I'll show you what I have in mind."
"Stay!" Justin says to Brandon (as if he were a dog) and follows Jones out back. Just a couple minutes later, Justin comes out and goes to sit down on a bench. He summons Brandon over and points to the ground. Brandon kneels between His legs and rests His head in Justin's lap. Justin plays with His phone. Brandon just closes his eyes and thinks kinky thoughts, like if a customer came in and saw Brandon on his knees that way, so walked right over and took out his cock and Justin ordered Brandon to take care of it . . . Anyway, it doesn't take too long before Jones comes back to them and has Justin make him stand. What he has seems to be made of iron and consists of small rectangles connected together and is completely black. He wraps it around Brandon's neck and takes a tool and does something to it in the back. "That does it, Justin. He'll never get out of that one." "Excellent," says Justin and goes to settle up accounts. Brandon goes to look at himself in a large mirror. Justin comes over and stands behind Brandon. "You're wearing this for me no matter what you think. But tell me what you think, slave." "That's what I am, Sir. That's what it's telling me." Justin smiles and pats him on the cheek. "Just what I was going for, boi, just what I was going for. And to anyone else, it will just like some odd necklace but very masculine." They both laugh as they leave the store.
They get in the car and the next stop is at a Dunkin's. Justin parks in front and doesn't go through the drive-through. "I want you to fetch coffee for Me. Get us each what we want and bring them back to the car and you can give Me Mine through My window," He says, handing over His card. Brandon walks in. there are a few men at a table, just like one usually sees in every Dunkin everywhere. They all look at Brandon who goes up to order the coffee. One of the men pays special attention to him and approaches him, but before he can say anything, Justin comes walking into the store and right up to Brandon and massages his shoulders. The man, unfazed, turns and says to Justin, "So I guess he's yours, buddy. Kind of surprised, but good luck with what you're doing. Hope to see you at the club sometime soon." "Hey thanks, Pete, but unfortunately, the kid is too young." Pete replies, "as long as he's at least 18, I can make it happen." "Hey, thanks, Pete. I'll give you a call soon," Justin says and Pete goes back to the table. Justin gets back into the car and opens his window until at last, Brandon comes out and hands Him His coffee and then gets back in the car.
"Pete is one of the owners of the Club I go to near here. A men's club. A kinky men's club." "Got the picture, Sir, thank You." "So it looks like I might get a chance to show off your ass there, boi, once I get you trained the way I want you." "As You wish, Sir," Brandon says and bows. "This shit is getting very real very fast," he thinks to himself." "Hey, don't let Me scare you, boi, when I talk tough. I just like to."
"And I like hearing it, Sir," answers Brandon. "Good faggot," says Justin with a smile. "A friend lives not far from here. Think we'll drop in." He pulls off the road and takes out His phone and enters a number. "Hey, Chuck, it's Justin. How you doing?" . . . . . "in the area and I have a new possession to show you if you want company" . . . . .right . . . . . first time . . . . . . yes, Chuck, understand `slow'. . . . Be there in 5." and He hangs up and drives down the road making a couple turns.
"What' the possession, Sir?"
"you."
"Yes, Sir."
"And that's 5 more for asking a question without permission."
end of conversation.