"The alex series" book 2: Sweet Subjugation
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Chapter 50. Back with Master
He's here! Justin pulls up and stops the car in exactly the spot where it is easiest for the slave to open the door and put its stuff in the back seat and slide in. Immediately tears of relief are falling down its cheeks. Justin pulls up out of sight of others and puts up the center console so the boi can lie on His thigh. Justin caresses its cheek.
"Bad day, little baby? I know just the cure for that."
"You, Master, You're the cure for it." brandon grabs His hand and kisses it.
"You need hugs from My friends at the diner, that's what you need."
"we're going to the diner, Master?"
"Um...what I just said . . . . " He reaches out and tickles brandon a bit and brandon giggles.
"Settle down, pup. Let's go over the day."
"Said unkind things about a Superior Man during our discussion in class so Professor Keaton punished Your slave the way You told Him to and that was rough. Austin came over and used Your slave and this slave got annoyed again because He didn't say thanks or even bother to shut the door after he left. Heard upsetting news from Michael. Served Sgt. Ron and said something a little familiar and He really took off after me about that, using military relationships as an example. A grunt never gets familiar-like with a Commanding Officer and that's what this slave did by what it said. Did the boots and got kicked in the balls a whole bunch of times all the time after this slave made the mistake it made. The Sgt. acted like a real Dom and punished this slave with all that ball-kicking. Slave was on the floor sobbing when the Sgt left so that last kick was the worst. Nightmare last night about being in a slave market. Cold shower this morning. Awful. RED. classes were pretty good. A couple profs in the Humanities Building gave this slave funny looks today when they passed it. Guess they must have seen this slave humiliated in Prof. Keaton's office. Other than that, a long long day waiting to see You again, Master."
"And here we are, brandon, putting a better end to your bad day, MAYBE."
"What You mean MAYBE in capital letters, Master?"
"A slave should never anticipate, boi."
brandon lowers his eyes. "Yes, Master. Sorry, Master."
Sally comes over to take their order and when she sees who it is she leans down and picks brandon up right out of his seat and squeezes him to death and brandon giggles like a real little boy.
"Kid had a bad day so its Master has decided to coddle it a bit," explains Justin.
"My, my, you have changed, J! Coddling? Didn't know the word was in your vocabulary."
"It's always been there. Just never had any interest in using it before, Sal."
"So you had a bad day, baby, and didn't think to drive over here for a hug from Aunt Sally?"
"Can't drive over, Sally. Master took slave's car away from it."
"Well next time just call, sweets. One of us will be able to coddle you a bit over the phone. We'll put a good spell on you!"
Justin jumps in his seat. "Sallllllll!" "Only kidding, honey. Only kidding. So what do you want to eat?"
"Cheeseburgers for both of us, and fries. Chocolate milkshake with special ingredients for the boi and a Bud for Me. Apple pie and ice cream for both of us for desert."
"Wow. That's quite a coddle.! I'll get this right in for you and make the milkshake myself!" she says as she walks away.
Justin gets serious. "So tell me about being annoyed at Austin."
"He's practically like a Dom but says he's straight. Sure does know how to work a slave's mouth with His straight cock, though. Uncut and He taught this slave all about how to handle that when He's soft. Was satisfied with my sucking him off, talked hot and humiliating, made me hold all His cum in my mouth so He could look at it before letting Me swallow."
"nothing wrong with that, but I agree with you that He does seem to have a special knack for humiliating a faggot slave. Did He use that word much?"
"no, Master. So anyway, after this slave cleaned Him off and put His dick away, He just turned around and walked right out into the hall."
"And you got annoyed."
"Yes, Master. Not a thank you. Nothing. And rude leaving the door open."
"So, brandon, would you please tell your Master how many times your Master has ever said thank you to you?"
brandon has to stop to think. He gets the point and looks penitent.
"Get the point, slave?" With an emphasis on the last word, reminding brandon what he is.
"Yes, Master."
"I have say I'm a bit disappointed that the time Roger spent with you didn't seem to have all that much of an effect on you. In fact, it seems to me like you've taken a couple steps back since that night in your progress, even despite that email you sent Me about becoming My urinal. It's as if Roger's treatment of you has set off a reaction in the other direction. I would have thought that if the conditioning had worked well on you, you never would have done any of the things that you got punished for, and you certainly wouldn't have expected a Superior Man to thank you for just a blow job. That's three issues all in one day. And I'm not even speaking about your reaction to Austin not shutting the door—that was fine. Austin was just being rude. Period. We can forget about that. But expecting a `thank you?' That is something I'm going to have to beat out of you this weekend, slave."
"Please, Master, beat all the pride out of this slave."
"It will take a lifetime, brandon. We just have to chip at it whenever it shows its ugly head. That pride is a big enemy to you, boi. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master. This slave got a lot of hurts today because of pride, because of it forgetting its place."
"What are we going to do about that, boi?"
"Please, Master, Your boi can't answer that. It doesn't know. It's just very sorry and promises to try to do better."
"What helps a slave improve the most, boi?"
"Punishment, Master."
"you said that pretty quickly."
"You've taught it well, Master. You've explained that to this slave before. It has always remembered that."
"So three lashes earned in the Professor's office, and 2 –no, 3—for pride. That makes six. Keep that in mind, slave."
"Yes, Master. Please punish Your slave however You think it needs, Master."
Just as he is saying that, Sally comes over with their drinks.
"Oh dear, someone's gonna get a spanking tonight, a real hard one, it seems."
"It's all part of a slave's training, Sally. You know that."
"tell me, Justin, has the boi seen any of the videos You made with former slaves?"
"No, and it will be a long time before this boi will, Sally. That's a whole different world. That's all in the past."
"If you say so, hon."
"I'm sorry for razzin' ya' Justin. You're just so cute when you get flustered. I was just wondering what you're using to teach this boi how to be a good boi."
"brandon is a good boi. Just needs some nudging here and there. Bit by bit."
"so coddling now and thrashing later?"
"something like that."
"May I question the kid, J?"
"Go ahead."
She sits down and puts an arm around Justin.
"So brandon, honey, I'm just curious about something."
"what's that, Sally, ma'am?"
"no need for the ma'am. I just want to know how you can handle it that sometimes your Master treats you like a precious thing and spoils you, and then all of a sudden can flip a switch and become a ferocious Dom ready to beat the daylights out of you so that you can learn what it means to be His slave? That's a real schizo thing, I'd think."
brandon puts his hand to his chin and tries to think.
"this slave's Master is so good to it, so gentle and even affectionate, that it keeps causing this slave to fall more in love with Him, and the more in love with Him this slave becomes, the more it is eager for the difficult parts and for the pain and for hard lessons to learn. Sally, this boi knew what it needed to become long before it met Justin. and now it knows it needs to become that for Justin and under Justin's rule, it needs to be owned by Justin whether Justin is sweet or Justin is whipping it. It's all part of the same thing."
"Wow. You are quite the thinker. Amazing in someone so young," she says to Justin.
"May this boi say more?"
"Go ahead, hon. No, wait until I get your food for you."
After Sally goes back into the kitchen, Justin leans forward and messes up brandon's hair: "What if I did nothing all weekend but be a mean Dom?"
"Master, you just got this slave a milkshake."
"Huh?" Justin is puzzled.
"How many Masters give their slaves milkshakes—and I mean without cumming or peeing in them?"
"I never bought any of My other slaves milkshakes."
"And where are they, Sir?"
Justin chuckles. "they couldn't handle the rough treatment, I guess."
"The treatment or the control?"
"Definitely the treatment. I've never wanted to control a slave's life the way I want to control yours, brandon. Don't you forget that?"
"Is that a promise, Master?"
"You bet it is. Step by step. Bit by bit."
"With milkshakes—or the equivalent---in between?"
"We'll see, boi, we'll see."
Food arrives. Two hungry dudes get quiet and eat their food in silent companionship. And doesn't that say something about what's developing between the two of them?
Eventually Justin decides it's time for more conversation.
"brandon, tell Me what's happening with Michael. Is he okay?"
"Oh yes, Sir. He's doing fine. Really fed up with Craig and has decided to look elsewhere, I think. Has a date with a guy named Alan who is one of Gregor's off-campus friends. But before You say anything or get worried, Sir, this Alan says he's nothing like Gregor and doesn't hang in his crowd. I suggested Michael ask him to get together in our room rather than at His place off campus. Would probably be safer. Alan agreed right away without any fuss. So that seems promising."
"Good for you for suggesting that. Excellent way of testing someone he doesn't know yet."
"Hopefully. Master, this slave just wishes that Michael could find his Billy---or Justin--- or someone who will at least keep him safe."
"I'm glad Michael was there for you last night, pup."
"Yes, Master. He's a good friend."
"But if you ever have a nightmare and no one is there for you, please do not hesitate to call. 24/7. I don't care about it being in the middle of the night."
"Thank You, Master. If Michael wouldn't have been there, this slave would have called You, Master."
"So you two slept facing each other in the bed, balls to balls like you said?"
"Yes, Master. Was that okay?"
"As long as you didn't get off on each other."
"No Master. he didn't get hard and I couldn't."
"Well it if ever happens again, spoon each other. No more face to face."
"Yes, Master. Spooning only from now on. If it happens again."
"Well you'll sleep in My arms tonight, at least, slave. The rest of the weekend, we shall see what we shall see."
"This slave understands it must not anticipate, but . . . "
"No but . . . Just surrender to whatever happens like a good slave and don't think so damn much. Wish there was a way to turn off your mind, boi."
"You do turn off this slave's mind sometimes Master."
"When?"
"Hate to say it, Sir."
"WHEN? Answer the question slave."
"When it's being whipped or punished. Then all it can think of is the pain and what's next. Also when it's at Your feet, Master. This slave loses its mind in what it's doing."
"And when you suck My cock like a hungry faggot?"
"Sometimes, Master, especially when You keep talking to it and telling it what to do and talking about other things. Your slave guesses, Master, that whenever You talk to it You turn off its mind, because it can only think about is what You're saying, word for word."
"Thank you for answering. These things are good for your Master to know, boi."
"yes, Master, the more You know . . "
". . . the more power I have over you, slave."
"wish I could give You all the power, Sir."
"Keep wishing that. Maybe it will come true some day."
And we'll leave them there like that and pick up again later on when they're back at Justin's. Meanwhile, let's find out how things are turning out for Alan and Michael.