"The alex series" book 2: Sweet Subjugation
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Chapter 61. Pre-Thanksgiving Dinner
The kitchen smells wonderful. Andy should have been a chef; he's so gifted this way. Justin comes upstairs with brandon in tow and they both greet Lou, who's already sitting at the table. "So Lou," says Justin, "you're really not going to let that slave have any of this great dinner?"
"Of course not. it would probably get this slave sick; it's not used to regular food from what I'm told."
"Who owns it?" asks Andy. "And why is it here?"
"I can't reveal the owner's name, but He had to take a trip home because of something going on in the family and He didn't want to be encumbered by the slave because it would just get too complicated, so He asked Me to take it until the guy gets back. And to keep feeding it the way He does. And He even provided three weeks' worth of the stuff And, of course, gave me carte blanche as to how I use the slave and discipline it if necessary."
"What's in the food?"
"I really don't know. It's some kind of powder that's supposed to be mixed with half-and-half and churned with ice cubes and it makes kind of a shake. And if the slave is really good, He gave me some chocolate to reward it with. 86% cocoa. Not all that tasty if you ask me."
Justin asks Lou, "So what condition are you keeping it in right now?"
"I flogged it before blindfolding it and clipping its wrist cuffs to its collar and locked it in the bathroom on the floor. At least it has some water."
"That was big of you, dude," chides Andy.
Lou turns to brandon. "How'd you like your Master to lock you up like that when you've been a bad boi?"
brandon looks to Justin, but Justin says to it quietly, "Silence!" Then He turns to Lou and says, "not a bad idea, Lou. Very uncomfortable but doesn't do any harm. I'll have to keep that in mind during our trip, but I'd probably have to bind it to something in the bathroom because I doubt the door locks from the outside. Definitely something to keep in mind. The only problem would be what to explain to its mother about why it isn't present for any stretch of time. But it probably won't happen. This slave is a good boi and hardly ever disappoints Me or pisses Me off. I have to make up reasons to punish it sometimes." And Justin puts out His hand and holds the slave by the neck and shakes its head a bit. "You don't have to sit up straight as a board, boi. You can relax. When I want you to join in the conversation I'll let you know." brandon immediately sits back in its seat looking happy as he winks at his Master. Justin pinches one of its nipples and it tries to escape. "Give me that nipple, slave. It belongs to Me."
brandon is kind of surprised but he immediately reminds himself that he has absolutely no idea how this is all going to go down tonight, so all he can do is obey and try not to get in any trouble, so He juts out his chest and offers the nipple to Justin, who takes hold of it and twists it until He can get a noise out of the boi.
"Still no clamps?" asks Lou.
"Clothespins are more than adequate and in the long run do less damage. I don't want this boi's nipples sticking out like swollen nubs the way some guys get from working them too much. The clothespins do what is needed, and there is no limit to how many I can make the boi wear and where they are placed.
"Did I hear someone talk about clothespins," Alan asks as He walks in the door with Michael behind Him. Michael immediately brightens up when He sees brandon, but holds back until Alan nods at him and says, "go enjoy your roommate's company. I'll let you know when I want you, boi." Michael runs right over to brandon but then stops himself until Justin also gives a nod. The bois embrace like long lost friends. It's only been two days.
Justin watches the bois and then sends them downstairs so that could have a nice chat because they probably won't see each other again until after the vacation is over. "We'll let you know when we want you back up here," He says to Justin and immediately the bois leave to go downstairs but Michael stops himself and goes back to kneel a moment before Alan until Alan pats his head and then Michael follows his friend downstairs.
"Don't worry about fetching them," says Alan, holding up the control he's holding. "I think this will reach downstairs."
"It should, Alan. And I must say I'm impressed with you. Didn't think you had it in you."
"I've always had it, Justin. It's always been a matter of who."
"So this is looking pretty good?" asks Andy.
"Oh shit Andy, if anything comes of it, will you be okay about it? I know you had an interest."
"Of course, Alan. I'm very fond of the kid, but have nothing to offer it other than a hot night every once in a while. I'm pleased to see you finally finding someone you would be willing to foster and train."
"And if it works out with the boi the way I hope it will, you'll still get a chance for hot nights with it, I promise. Besides, You're a lot older than me, so you'll make a good uncle."
"Or Daddy," says Lou. "Whatever works when you're ready to fuck it."
"Hmmm, muses Andy. Daddy."
"Oh baby, that's just what you need: one of them is a nephew and the other is a Daddy's boi. Not too complex."
"Simple enough, J. I never discipline your boi."
"True. The boi gets more than enough from me, I assure you."
And as the three Doms chew the shit together, let's take a peek downstairs to find out how the roommates are doing.
"No contact at all until we get back from break? Wow! I'd go out of my mind if Justin did that to me."
"brandon, there's a world of difference between us. I need time to think things over and to decide where my head is at. Alan is the best Dom I've met, but He's been getting more and more demanding and I'm afraid of what would happen if I actually offer myself to Him as His slave. There's too much I don't know about Him yet. You're different than me. You've already made that decision. You knew what you wanted and now you have it."
"True, but damn, mike, something pretty intense has been going on between the two of you, and I can't believe I see evidence of a caning on your cute little ass."
"As if you haven't been caned! Can't believe I didn't end up crying, though."
"I almost always end up crying with Justin. It's kind of like a safe word now because He really likes it when I do but I can't fake it."
"Funny. Alan's told me the same thing. He wants to know where I'm at. He says there's nothing He hates more than a phony actor. He's had enough of that crap."
"Don't you wonder what these guys were doing before us?"
"All the time, dude, but if they want us to know they'll tell us. I try not to ask too many questions."
"But if you don't, how are you going to make up your mind?"
"I really don't have to, sweetie. Alan says it is perfectly okay to say no and things will just keep going the way they are. Actually I get to see Him more than you see Justin. Weekends and sometimes even during the week. So tell me about the trip. What's going to happen?"
"I really don't know. All I do know is that Justin doesn't want to do much heavy impact things with me considering that we'll be with my mother and Barry a lot, so instead He's piling on a whole bunch of rules and restrictions."
"Such as?"
"Such as I'm only allowed to speak when we're in the car or in bed before going to sleep. Also I have to answer the door naked for hotel staff. And now He's insisting on something that is really hard for me."
"What's that?"
"Eating like a puppy from a bowl on the floor. Whenever we're alone. And He says we'll be getting a lot of room service because He doesn't like restaurants."
"Well, you saw how I'm required to kneel before Alan to get dismissed before I leave the room He's in. And now I'm not supposed to say "I" any more, but "this boi" and I still can't call Him Master. Not yet, He keeps saying. I don't know what He's waiting for."
"It's not our place to question, is it, roommie."
"I know you're right. ULP! I just got signaled. They want us to come upstairs."
"How'd you get signaled?"
"Electrified band around my balls."
"Wow. That's hot!" Justin has something like that too."
They quickly go back upstairs and take their seats next to their Masters, or whatever Alan is playing at.