"The alex series" book 2: Sweet Subjugation
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Chapter 66. Bad dreams
Justin holds the slaveboi in His arms and is a bit disappointed in Himself because He'd allowed brandon to witness some extreme examples of heavy BDSM behavior, both in Pete's dungeon while He punished His very experienced and very masochistic slave, and then again when Pete played some of His favorite video clips for them to see. Up until now He'd been so careful not to expose this sweet yet kinky sub to anything that would be so far beyond its limits that it might cause it to fear that these things were going to be part of its future. He is very sensitive indeed to the fact that His slave sometimes has anxiety and panic attacks.
At this point, Justin could be honest with Himself: yes, in the past, He'd enjoyed some of the same things they were viewing—but only with playmates who were more than capable of enduring that kind of activity. But now, things are changing. Things have been changing all semester, each and every time the two of them have been together. Justin has felt no desires to repeat the old behavior in this unexpected and quite unusual relationship. He'd been discovering something He never realized before: that genuine caring and, ---oh, what the hell, admit it:---love for the boi now lying in His arms is mitigating His own desires. Something amazing has been happening; He's discovering that it takes more courage and self-discipline to be so considerate of His newbie lover than it would be to just scare the crap out of the boi and seek to break his spirit to the point where he would be compelled to surrender to much more severe treatment than he was ready for.
In the past, He would have done that. In fact, He had done that in the past on a couple of occasions where He had no patience with a sub's inexperience and would take what He wanted out of the sub's hide to the point where it would just fold up and get away as quickly as possible, never to waste His time again. He would call that "teaching them a lesson." But there weren't any lessons to teach now with brandon; if anything, brandon was the one teaching him how to discipline with love. Brandon was the one teaching Him that He could be totally in charge, that He could control and restrict and discipline and even punish-- all the things that He enjoyed so much about Dom/sub activity-- while at the same time taking the boi's innocence and inexperience into consideration and not be impatient or even bored that He has to handle this boi with kid gloves. Yes, He would control. Yes, He would push. Yes, He would develop the sub's ability to surrender in all things without indulging His own well-honed sadistic impulses. How was He to make sense out of all this? And did He make a big mistake today?
brandon turned out to be the one to answer His questions. Three times that night He woke up because brandon was actually trembling in His arms and muttering in his sleep. Three times He had to shake the boi awake from a bad dream fueled by what he had witnessed that day. Three times He had to assure the boi that it was safe with Him and that nothing awful would ever happen. Three times He had to "coo" the boi back to sleep with shushes, and pledges of safety and gentle kisses. Three times He discovered that taking care of this boi was more satisfying than anything He had experienced in the best dungeons and clubs since He first started getting involved with BDSM. Three times He discovered that the most important question He ever had to ask Himself was simply, "What does my boi need?"
As soon as they finally wake up in the morning, brandon buries his face in Justin's neck and mumbles, "I'm sorry, Master."
"Sorry for what, sweet boi?"
"Sorry for waking you up."
"oh man, I didn't mind one bit. I'm just glad I was there so I could rescue you from what was tormenting you."
"I love you, Justin. I'm so safe with You."
"Always, baby, always. I've never wanted a slave to feel safe as much as I want that for you, boi. But now, get up and see about securing us some coffee, then we pee and shower and get on the road again."
"yes, Master. Um, may I watch You pee?"
Justin smiles at him. "Of course, boi. I want you to get to know My pee real good and up close."
"before coffee, Sir?"
"Hey, that's fine. Let's head to the bathroom. Besides, I've got to take the plug out of you. Go stand over the toilet. I'll pull it out and you sit right down expel anything that's in you.
brandon obeys, and makes a frightful noise once the plug comes out. Justin laughs and then begins to piss on brandon's cage, which cause him to let go as well. But before Justin finishes pissing, brandon sticks his entire hand into the flow and then, looking into Justin's eyes, licks the piss off his hand.
"Why did you do that, boi?"
"Master, Your slave wanted to show you that it is eager to learn to become what You want it to be."
"And do you think you know what that is that I want you to be?"
"Yes, Master. You want this slave to become Your urinal."
"Perhaps that is true, but if it is, then I will be the one to determine how to train you, not you. Don't ever grab My piss again or you'll find yourself becoming My urinal with no training at all. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"You will be punished for this, brandon. I hope you understand that."
"yes, Master, please punish Your slave for being greedy and helping itself to Your piss."
"and guess what? You're going to have that taste in your mouth all day because I'm not letting you brush your teeth. Now lets' get into the shower and you can wash Me."
. . .
showering done, coffee imbibed, they leave to get into the car. Justin tells brandon to stay naked.
As they drive away from Pete's, Justin says, "Put the seat all the way back, boi. See if you can get some more sleep, cause you had a real rough night."
"so did you, Sir You should have gone to sleep on the couch so I wouldn't keep waking You up."
"What kind of a Master do you think I am, boi? Leave you alone in the middle of all those bad dreams? I'd never do that to you."
"I just feel bad, Justin, for being so damn sensitive."
"Baby, never feel bad for being who you are, what you're like. The fact that you're so sensitive is one of the things that makes you so adorable, sweet boi. Besides, I was in heaven last night cuddling the shit out of you and drying your tears for you. Besides, it's my own fucking fault, letting you watch all those videos without even knowing what was on them. Did a piss poor job of protecting my baby slaveboi. Should have realized that you were squeezing My legs almost the entire time. Should have dragged you off to bed."
"Please don't take the blame for this, Justin. I could have safeworded. I could have turned around and buried my face in Your lap."
"I wish you had, boi. I wish you hadn't seen some of those things. Too extreme. Too bizarre. There were some things in those videos that I've never done and never would want to do."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I'm experienced, but that doesn't mean every single thing that's listed in all the pervert manuals.
"Would you force a big dildo down my throat and make me vomit?"
"brandon, you can almost take My cock all the way down your throat already. Don't need to shove things down you just to get you to open up more. I like your throat the way it is and I enjoy using it for My pleasure. I wouldn't want you too loose anyway. Now tell me what else disturbed your dreams last night."
"Sticking needles and hooks into the slave's ass and scrotum and how the slave was howling."
"Not into that. What else?"
"Making the slave drag a log up the hill with a rope tied around its waist and then stringing it up to be whipped."
"Oh, you'll do heavy work outdoors some time, boi, and of course you'll be whipped outside when I want. But one day at a time, boi. Don't worry about the future. Leave that in My hands and you'll be a lot more at peace."
`Yes, Master, understand. Just ashamed."
"Ashamed of what, slave?"
"ashamed that I'm such a baby. ashamed that I can't take much yet."
"boi, the important word in what you said is not "ashamed" but "yet." There is always a "yet" and it is up to Me how to handle that. Do I ever act toward you like I'm disappointed or bored or that I want to do more than you can handle?"
"No, Master, Never."
"So do you understand that you have nothing to fear and nothing to be anxious about?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boi. Now close your eyes. No more talking. Let Me enjoy the sight of My slave riding naked in the car and falling asleep because it is totally submissive to what its Master wants."
Before long, brandon is sleeping. Justin keeps driving along and from time to time touches the slave's body possessively and the slave seems to react to His touch without waking up. Justin is pleased and feeling a lot better about things.
As they're getting close to brandon's home town, Justin pulls the car to the side of the road and gets into brandon's luggage and picks out nice yet simple things for the slave to wear home. He gets back into the car and leans over and gives the boi a kiss on the lips and then a gentle bite on its nipples. That wakes him up, and brandon's arms immediately go around the Master's neck and begs for another kiss.
"One more, but then we've got to get moving. Put these clothes on, boy. No one's around so you can get out of the car and stand there naked for a minute while you put on boxershorts and then the rest of your clothing. And you can wear the shoes I put out without socks."
"Yes, Master . . . ok shit! Yes, Justin."
Justin laughs. "I really hope you can remember your manners. It's going to be several days and lots of people around, so make sure you think before you let your mouth operate. I know that can be hard for you at times, brandon." Brandon makes a frustrated face. "Yes, Justin, Sir. You know this boi only two well. I'll be careful. I promise."
"You know what will happen if you slip up, boi."
"Yes." that's all he says, looking Justin straight in the eyes and loads of information was just passed between them. (1) I love you. (2) I'll get a serious spanking. (3) I'll try to help you keep things sorted out. (4) thank you (5) I like looking into Your eyes like this when I'm saying something very submissive. This is hot!" (6) "Don't get used to it!" and there might have been even more that this narrator knows about.
"Finish getting dressed, brandon, so we can get going." The boi does and with that becomes a boy again for a while. He gets back into the car, looks around to figure out where they are and then begins to give directions to his house but then stops.
"But wait! Justin, aren't we going to the hotel first?"
"No. Right to your house. If we go to the hotel first you'll be all messed up and stoned on what I'd do to you."
"Good thinking!" He makes a face and directs Justin right into his own neighborhood and finally they come to the house and Justin goes to park on the curb but Mom comes out and yells to Him to park in the driveway. As soon as He stops the car, brandon opens the door and runs out and leaps into his mother's arms. "Oh Mom, I'm so very happy for you!" he says and kisses her on the cheek.
"And I'm happy that you boys can be here for it. Oops! Justin, please don't be offended that I called you a boy!" she calls out.
"You can call Me anything you want, Mom," Justin hollers back.
brandon has to stifle a big laugh. "what, baby?" Mom asks.
He thinks fast. "Oh, we were just talking a little while ago about the different names people have for each other depending on a whole amount of different circumstances. And we mentioned the word boy because Justin calls me that sometimes. And a lot of other names too."
"I'm sure He does," says Barry as he comes out the door of the house and overhears what brandon had to say. He winks at Justin and Justin smiles back.
"Oh, Barry, why did you say that?" Mom asks.
"Because there are so many different facets of his personality that can have their own name."
Justin winks at Barry this time. "Barry, what special name would you give to brandon?"
Barry cracks a knowing smile. "Pup."
Brandon blushes.
"Yeah, I've called him that at times," admits Justin. "Also, Sweet Boy."
Brandon blushes even brighter.
"Oh that's so nice," says Mom, "and I had to laugh. When brandon was a little boy, my friend Helen used to tell me that he reminded her of a puppy! My word! It's a small world."
"Yes, Justin, that is a nice name. How about if you're frustrated with him? Is there one You'd be willing to tell us. We won't use it or anything."
Justin puts His hand to His chin and rubs it. "Then I'd use His name!"
And brandon starts laughing. "that's so true. Never thought of it that way. Whenever He calls me by name I know I'm probably in hot water."
They all laugh, and then Justin wisely changes the subject. "My apologies but we really need to check in at the hotel and recover from all that driving."
"Justin, you'd both be coming for dinner tonight, I hope. I've got something in the oven, something that is brandon's favorite."
"Ok goodie, Baked Eggplant!" His mother nods to him. He turns to Justin and says, "You'll love it, I promise, s-J!" and quickly catches himself before it's too late and "Sir" slipped out.
Barry takes over. "It's 1 now. Shall we say 6? Is that good?" and Sheila nods to him.
"Six o'clock it is," agrees Justin without even checking with brandon. brandon, of course, makes nothing of it. It's the way things are with them. Justin handles all decisions.
They get into the car and head off. As the car turns the corner, Sheila turns to Barry. "I noticed something and I'm wondering if you noticed the same thing or was it my imagination?"
"Is it about Justin?"
"Yes, it is, and I'm aware of it because that's the way things ended up between brandon and that friend Gary you hear us talk about. He'll be here Wednesday, but it's supposed to be a surprise for brandon. I'm hoping we can make arrangements for dinner for the four of us but actually make it for five and have Gary show up there."
"What a wonderful sneaky little surprise," Barry chuckles. "And let me guess what you noticed: that they seem to have settled on their different roles."
"Yes," agrees Mom. "Justin runs the show and brandon goes along with whatever He says or wants. And sometimes, like just before, Justin makes decisions without even checking with him."
"Right with you, Sheila! Hmmm...you say this was the way it was when brandon and Gary were in school together?"
"Right up until the day they both left for school in August. But there was a big difference."
"What was that?"
"Gary really didn't care what brandon wanted. I don't think that's true between brandon and Justin. Justin is too sensitive a person to act like that." It used to annoy me when Gary acted that way with brandon even right in front of me. I always wished that brandon would stand up to him sometimes.
"But Sheila, I may be wrong but they've been friends since they were little boys?"
"Yes. And no one ever got between them. And neither of them was ever interested in anyone else, even Gary for girls and brandon insists that Gary is straight."
"I'm developing a theory about this, but I'm not sure you'll be comfortable if I share it with you, pretty lady."
"Oh go ahead, Barry. If it upsets me than you'll know of something that upsets me! But I'm not all that fragile, dear."
Barry chuckles. "Okay then. For what it is worth, this is what I suspect: From their early young innocent days as friends, they simply settled into a certain pattern which was based quite accurately on the kind of personalities each of them had. And of the two, the one that is the most important is brandon's personality. We've already spoken about him being submissive. Well, I suspect that he is even a lot more submissive than you might have thought."
Sheila thinks to herself for a moment. "Oh dear me, Barry, am I taking this too far? I'm beginning to think that you mean some kind of a sexual submissive."
"Yes, but I was trying to find the most gentle way possible of saying it to you," Barry explained. "but even more than that. Submissive in every single way possible."
"So it's not just a question of what kind of activities take place but a way of being. A role. Inside the bedroom and outside.
"Yes, my dear. Good for you."
"And pardon me, God, but I must say that is that is the case, I think my baby is very fortunate, because he managed to find a man who will be devoted to what is good for him, both inside and outside the bedroom."
"I hope you're right," says Barry, "No, I'm sure you're right. I'd place my bets on what you're saying. Let's see how things unfold this week."
Sheila giggles. "This will be a fun game for us, Barry!" They kiss.